war against readwritesong from tragicomedy
2 minutes
prompt: “Of course, they drank the moon. Again.”
162 words

Of course they drank the moon. Again. They think that it's an endless resource. They are, of course, wrong. Humans and witches alike, love to waste their resources. I watch them all everyday. That little girl, called Luna. She's strong - from the moonlight, of course. She drank the moon every day as a child because that irresponsible witch fed it to her. And she, in turn, fed it to a witch. Now I won't argue that this was quite a good use of the moon. That evil tigress was getting on my nerves, and she had to be stopped. I'm not one to meddle in such human affairs, but I will say it was quite satisfying to watch that Luna girl doing it. But if they keep drinking the moon every day, there will be consequences. Now this isn't to say that the moonlight doesn't replenish itself. It actually does every night. But not enough for greedy witches to drink and drink!

July 11 Daily
203 words
Written after celebrating someone's retirement

New chapters are interesting. By “new chapters” I mean the metaphorical ones, not the literal ones. New chapters, bends in the road, beginnings, endings, change. They're called many things. Sometimes, you celebrate a new chapter. Sometimes you mourn one. A retirement, for example, is one that standardly is celebrated. The passing of a friend is one to mourn. Graduations can be both. They all signify that life has changed, so the question is, captured by the question in “The Last Day of Summer” has something ended or begun?
The way life used to be, that has ended. The former chapter has closed. But this means that there is inevitably something new on the horizon. The next chapter has started. It all depends on the way you look at it. Maybe you see and ending, maybe you see a beginning, or maybe you see both.
I see both. I think that it is impossible to ignore the ending. But I also try to look for the beginnings.
So, it is my fondest wish that you follow this new beginning. Sure, things may be ending but know that you're leaving behind a place and a people that are forever changed and touched by you.

270 words!

You start the day by using your eyes. Eyes to drive, eyes to search the switch’s screen for hidden characters with your friends, eyes to lift up in laughter. Eyes to then drive once more to a pool. You take in the sight, registering just how many people are also there.

The sun beats on your back. Chlorinated water surrounds you, heat encloses your head and half-soaked hair, and you glide through the water, it slithering over your limbs like one pool of snakes. You relish the feeling, relish the complete warmth and complete cool that battle for your body.

You hear water splashing in your ears, you hear laughter as you can’t seem to find anyone during a game of Marco Polo. You hear bubbles rise to the surface as you exhale through your nose underwater. You hear whistles from lifeguards, telling everyone to get out of the pool.

You taste a burger, some ice cream, and a soda. Your mouth has those tastes linger as you chat, chew and communicate over some fast food. The conversation swings back and forth, but your mouth is still very much occupied with moving either way.

You smell chlorine as you and your friends dry off. You smell your car’s air freshener as you drop them off back home. You smell your hair, chemical-ridden and wavy, as you drive yourself home.

Your eyes have crinkled from smiling. Your hands feel dry, but warm, happy, and used. Your ears are now listening to a podcast, and your mouth is craving some cherries. Your nose awaits to inhale the steam of a hot shower.

word war - cliff
I knew I shouldn’t’ve jumped off of the cliff the moment my feet left the ground. I mean, who’s brilliant idea was it in the first place to suggest leaping off of the cliff- it’s barely that high, I mean, it’s probably fine, they wheedled at me with that syrupy smile. I know they didn’t mean it maliciously- they’re scrabbling to the edge of the cliff to look at me as I flail and gravity forces me downward, their eyes ravenous and gremlin-like as they crouch, preparing to jump down as well. Soon I hear them whoop as they tumble in the air following me. I feel the wind whiz through my fingertips, escaping me before I can grasp the tumultuous brisk breezes, and I feel myself spinning through the air. The deep blue of the lake beneath us grows larger and larger each second and with each passing moment I feel it may swallow me whole, it’s waves becoming tendrils as they lap at my and yank and snatch at my limbs. I can hear someone screech “coward!” Faintly, the volume swept away by the roaring winds, and then I can hear a loud, piercing, scream as someone else follows suit, and by now, as time seems to move slower than ever as I pinwheel my way down and gravity is sitting on my back refusing to let me go anywhere but down, I think the expanse of the lake is basically calling to me as I sit in the air, refusing to let myself fall even though I know I will. The only thing powering me now is gravity- I’m no longer willing to panic and wheel myself through the air, nor spin around haphazardly, kicking and grabbing at anything in sight (nothing) and the cold splash of water overcomes me like the gaping mouth of a predator as it swallow prey whole. I sink deep into it before I hurriedly rise to the surprise, my head bobbing on the lake as multiple other splashes meet my way down, and I take a gulp of precious, actual air, that moves slowly around me in calm breezes rather than hurrying by me in the fastest of gales and winds. I can hear someone laughing, someone who is almost completely quiet, and someone who asking, “If your friend jumped off a cliff, would you?” In a mocking tone, and I can see everyone doubling over themselves in laughter as they all bob up and down in the lake. I drag myself to the shore, sopping wet.

july 11 daily

In recent months, the talk of university has become a constant in my life from everyone around me. Everyone wants to know what I want to study, where I want to go, what my grades are like, every detail, as if I’m expected to just know. There’s just so many things that I haven’t even considered yet. How am I, at the age of (redacted), meant to know the entire course of my life? I decided today to spend some time looking at possibilities. I picked one major I think I would be interested in and would flourish in, and I googled a rankings list of the universities that offer it. It quickly became evident that it was not as simple as that. Between the massively long list and the extremely expensive tuition, I quickly got very overwhelmed. I decided to take a break and go eat a snack. However, when I got to the kitchen, my mother was already there. Shockingly (not), she wanted to discuss what I was thinking for university. I showed her the list that I found, and she helped me to narrow it down to a much smaller, personalized list. Overall, it helped me calm down about everything, and it was actually very useful to hear another person’s input. She told me what she knew about the universities, which of her coworker’s children were going where, and what they thought of each location. We came up with a plan to help pay off tuition, residence, and any other fees I might need. I’m very grateful for all of her help with everything.

267 words

daily
Friday, July 11, 2025
299 words

You've probably already heard the (unofficial) SWC motto ‘life > SWC’. For today's daily, take a screen break, walk up to someone, and interact with them! Now, return to your device and write at least 200 words inspired by the interaction! Doing this daily will earn you 150 points, plus an extra 100 if you share proof! Happy writing!

Wild read the daily. “I am… alone inside my house right now,” they admit. “Well, except for my cat. And probably some spiders and insects and such. And the inhabitants of my own microbiome. None of them carry on very good conversations, though.”
“You could talk to us!” said River from inside Half-Canon. “We count, right?”
“Well, it says I have to walk up to someone,” Wild responds. “How would that even— How do I walk up to my own brain. How.”
“Hmm.” River frowned. “I guess we need a more creative way to circumvent the stipulations of this writing prompt, then. Eclipse, ideas?”
Eclipse startled. “What? Oh, sorry, I was distracted by how the phrasing ‘walk up to someone and interact with them’ makes it seem like the person who wrote it has more experience talking to video game NPCs than people IRL.”
“No offense, daily team, if you’re reading this,” Wild whispers towards the fourth wall.
Eclipse ducked his head sheepishly. “Hey, that's what came to mind first.”
“Aaaand maybe that could work for the daily!” River laughed. “See, the problem solves itself.”
“What, you think I should open Terraria, say hi to an NPC, and count that as an interaction?”
“Why not?”
“…Not exactly what the daily intended, but… yeah. I mean, what else can I do?”
“You could actually go outside. And talk to someone,” Rain chimed in. “You have legs.”
“But it’s so hottttttt out,” Wild complained. “And social interactions are hard. I am not gonna go up to some random person and tell them that I need to interact with them for the sake of a digital writing camp.”
“Terraria it is then,” Rain shrugged. “Hey, it’s no fur off my pelt.”
So Wild loaded up Terraria and right-clicked on Jake.
Ah, socializing.


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i. “…giving me a second world to travel to.”

⋆˚✿ day 9
life > swc . sci-fi . 288

**Inspired by a conversation with my mom about the possibilities of having Scratch taken from me.

“Why are your eyes swollen?”
Maybe because at the prospect of losing some of the only people I feel comfortable talking to, comfortable confessing my problems to, the people I’ve found will support me and trust me and care for me being stripped away from me made me cry myself to sleep.
I see both sides of the argument, crystal clear like a looking glass. But as it is impossible to stray from both sides, I will find myself on the battlefield on one.
Scratch has offered me opportunities to find people from around the world who share the same interests as me, has offered me support with the things that I need. It’s crazy how a kid’s coding website can impact someone in so many ways, and it’s honestly ridiculous how much trust I put into strangers from halfway across the world.
People I’ve learned to trust and care for from SWC have always offered me guidance on my writing, tips on how to improve my craft, and are always so supportive. This is only my second session, and yet I find myself constantly talking and thinking about it in a way that only the things that truly consume my life in joy can do. I’ve forged so many friendships in the aesthetic community, despite not completely fitting in, that’s it’s hard to give that up as well. So many of these people have been kind and supportive and acted so welcoming, giving me a second world to travel to.
I’ve learned to appreciate all of the communities that I’ve become a part of, all of the people who have welcomed me and honestly became a part of my life, despite neither of us knowing the other.

❱❱ SWC July 2025 - Daily #11

Just another typical day in the depths of AMIDST. || 249/200 words

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“Would you please-” Zeta sighed, seeing possibly no other way out of the current situation. “Listen, I'm tired.”

“I got that part, yes. Tired of what, you mean?”

“Tired of you,” she shot back, which seemed to startle Nycren.

“You know I'm kidding.” For a split second, you could probably make out a smug grin on Zeta's face. Just a second, though.

“Only half-kidding, perhaps…?” Nycren asked in response, never one to miss an opportunity to return the favor–that often meant teasing Zeta back.

“…It wasn't until you made it so. You're very welcome.” Zeta made her way over to the tattered couch (which was surprisingly still holding up its… Couch-like shape), slumping down with an audible thump.

“Do they do this a lot…?” Lynthia asked, seemingly almost too genuinely concerned about the very many oddities of… The friendship, perhaps, of the other two in the room.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Astrid sighed, bringing with her a tray of steaming hot mugs. “They always act like this, yes, but they really do care for each other,” the girl added, lowering her voice just so only Lynthia could hear. She placed the tray down on the coffee table.

Zeta's face scrunched up in disgust. “Hot tea? On a hot summer day? Can you even see what I'm wearing now?”

Astrid carefully picks up one of the mugs, and the others (besides Zeta, that is,) follow. Astrid offers the remaining mug to Zeta, who reluctantly accepts, reaching out to receive the hot drink.

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time to write junk really great writing- for cabin wars T-T Hi Barbie! Today I'll be writing at least two hundred words in a happy and upbeat manner, because I'm just so happy about getting this war! I say at least two hundred because I'm so happy I don't think I'll be able to help writing in such an upbeat manner later! Even if my grammar won't be the best, and the sentences won't make much sense, they'll be positive, because we only have good vibes here! Right now I am reminding myself to not use apostrophes and instead separate all my contractions, because then I can get more words! Every word makes a difference. (happy face) And that is great because I we are about to write three thousand and five hundred of them within the next eight hours for this war, and I am even going to earn the cabin some extra points from doing this! While we are being positive, I think this is a great time to talk about the benefits of cabin wars. It motivates us to write so well! That story or weekly we were procrastinating, we can now start getting it done, because we can earn points for completing the activity, sometimes, prevent losing points in the war, earn points from writing words, and even earn points from extra challenges such as the one I am doing right now! I think I might write all three thousand words positively like this, because this is just so great! And while some might say we are not writing as high quality work when we are just churning stuff out for cabin wars, this is actually great! First of all, do not underestimate people! So many of us write great things during cabin wars. In fact, all writing is great! (grin) It is also a great way to write stream of consciousness and really get in touch with your emotions and thoughts and feelings! It can help get the ideas flowing, too! It is so very possible for someone to first come up with an idea from writing like this during cabin wars, write a great story out of it, win the writing comp, and go on to write a best selling book! See how great life is when you are optimistic? I believe I have written over two hundred words already! I am actually so speedy! And I just got this playlist from chocolate that is absolutely fire! It is such a great playlist for cabin wars, it is truly giving me the energy to continue! Not that I needed it of course, because cabin wars itself is just so hype and I am always excited and motivated to write during cabin wars. I need to know what genius came up with cabin wars because it is just so beneficial! Plus it was such a great idea, and now everyone copies it! Coming up with that as an original idea is insane. I assume it is the original legend candy language girl? Anyway it is so beloved in the scratch idea, was a brilliant idea, is just so iconic, and I think we all need to be super grateful to whoever came up with it, because it is amazing. Speaking of amazing, hamilton. Specifically non stop, which I was just listening to, it is amazing and totally fits the vibe of cabin wars. Thank you chocolate for making this amazing cabin wars playlist! I especially appreciate the amount of musical theater music on it, It makes me just want to sing along! Of course I am here writing instead. And now there's percy jackson musical playing? oh my gosh I love this, just like I love cabin wars and rainbows and smiles and everything else. And oh my god the entire kpop demon hunters soundtrack is on there lmao I love that so much, the songs are absolutely amazing. Speaking of good songs oh wait I forgot what I was going to say, oh well. Oh I remember! The what's her name vocals in this are super impressive. The one that is ares's daughter? She is belting like high E5s in this song which is NO JOKE! That is so impressive! I have most certainly written more than two hundred words like this, I know that by now, but the positivity is just contagious! I am just so happy and want to keep writing like this, which I did! I'm actually going to check how much I wrote now because I'm so positive and proud and happy and all the other good barbie swc adjectives. Guys this is so ketchup! (/ref)

prompted writing for cabin wars
1127 words

She had made a poor job of hiding the damage, the hole in the wall was badly patched, with paint on top that didn't match the color of the wall. She took a step back to look at her work, and realized this. She decided she would just have to paint the whole wall, then. She took the paint bucket, got out a roller, and got to work. She only hoped she could finish this before her husband got home! And she also worried about running out of paint. And if she painted this one wall, then wouldn't the other two walls not match? Well isn't that a problem? It certainly is, but she couldn't worry about that now. It was far too obvious as it was right now, with the badly patched hole staring at her from the other side of the room. You probably would like to know how the hole got there in the first place, wouldn't you? Well, Kendall was quite a fan of nature. She really liked the foxes, and birds, and squirrels outside. But unfortunately, while she was feeding the squirrels outside, replacing the bird seeds in the bird feeder, she leff the door open. And a little chipmunk decided it wanted to explore the house! She chased it round and round the kitchen table, desperate to catch the thing. She tried luring it with food, but the poor panicked chipmunk just kept running through the house. She knew she was in trouble when it went upstairs. Luckily, when it went into the bedroom, she was able to close the door, and the chipmonk was trapped! That didn't stop it from running around, though. Eventually, she caught the chipmunk with an impressive diving maneuver. This diving maneuver did happen to be straight into the wall, which the chipmunk was flying by, jumping from the bed. And, well, her fists with the chipmunk in it did make quite a dent. At least the chipmunk was okay after that. Sure, it seriously squirmed in her hands, and almost jumped out a couple times, but she was able to safely get it outside and shut the door. Safe to say, Kendall will not be leaving the door open when she goes into her backyard ever again. That, of course, left the problem of the hole in the wall. She didn't want to have to share the news of this embarrassing encounter with her husband, and she certainly didn't want to get him mad about the hole in the wall. Because, well, usually he would have to fix it, and it was his birthday next week! She didn't want him to be annoyed or frustrated over a hole in the bedroom wall on his birthday! So she decided, who's to say she can't fix the hole herself? So, first, she peeled away the broken bits in the wall. She then stuffed the hole with some old newspapers. It wasn't nearly sturdy enough, so she thought some paper mache material could fix it! She mixed it up, but then realized it was way too thin and would not work to patch up the hole. She looked around and eventually, finally, found some plaster type thing she could spread in the hole. The newspaper held it in place, and she anxiously waited for it to dry. In an attempt to speed up the process, she plugged in a hairdryer and blew on the plaster. That didn't do much, to be perfectly honest. But the texture of the wall was clearly off in the missed patch. She found some old sandpaper, and sanded it down until it was almost as smooth as the wall behind it. There was still a little crack that showed the outline of the hole, but that was good enough for her. She found some gray paint in the garage, and picked up a paintbrush. This is where she got to the dilemma we were originally talking about. So here Kendall is, painting an entire wall, hoping that it won't be noticeable. And if Kendall had waited for the paint to dry, she would realize that it was in fact the right shade, it was just wet and therefore looked different. She just painted an entire wall for literally no reason. But that's okay, we're going to let her think she did a great job on making it blend in, and it was a wonderful idea to paint the whole wall. This left Kendall with one last problem. She didn't quite think through painting the whole wall. It left quite a bit of light grey paint on their dark hardwood floors. So, it was time for Kendall to pull out the mop. And the heavy duty cleaning chemicals. She stood on the bed and put everything she had onto the floor. Dish soap, hand soap, powders, baking soda, everything. She dipped the mop in a giant bucket of water, and squeezed water onto the floor, moving the mop around. Luckily for her, it worked! It also helped that the paint was quite fresh and recent, so it was easier to clean up. She kept rinsing and scrubbing, filling up the bucket with new water, and starting again after that. Then, she was left with a very wet floor. Thank goodness for the sealant on those floors, otherwise that would've started growing all kinds of mold from the water damage. Again, Kendall doesn't really think ahead very well. But that was okay - she took out every single beach towel they had. Every. Single. One. No rag or towel or bathmat in the whole house was spared, except the two that they used to shower. She wiped and wiped, and put the towels in the big bucket she previously used for water once they were soaked up. Eventually, the whole floor was dry! And with all the time it took, the paint was finally dry too! Kendall put all the tools, paint, and whatever back in the garage, threw the towels in the laundry machine, and threw out the empty soap bottles to get rid of the evidence. She then crashed on the bed, and ten minutes later, her husband showed up, back from work. He came in, wondering where she was, calling for her. She was fast asleep, tired out by her exciting venture of the day. When he came into the bedroom, she woke up. And you know what he said? “It smells nice and clean in here, did you clean the bedroom?” She just smiled and said “I did, I'm glad you like it!” And never told him about her exciting adventures with the chipmunk. She had gotten away with it, and did do a good job of hiding the damage after all!

word war against chryasorajellyfish from fantasy
4 minutes
prompt: I'd heard revenge was a dish best served cold, but the catering staff seemed to have other ideas
334 words

I'd heard revenge was a dish best served cold, but the catering staff seemed to have other ideas. I had wanted to hire this mexican catering staff for the party, as well as an ice cream truck. Why? I knew my evil sister couldn't handle either. She can't take mexican food, and she's lactose intolerant! It was the perfect revenge plot. But of course, the catering company didn't realize last minute that they didn't actually have those options available! Instead, they sent italian, which my sister absolutely loves, it's her favorite. And the ice cream truck? They also couldn't show up. So of course, instead the only thing that ends up being available is a shaved ice truck! Which would normally be totally fine by me, except for the fact that shaved ice is exactly that - shaved ice! No dairy in it at all. Everything is suddenly perfectly curated for my sister's intolerances. No more revenge for me, the stupid catering staff ruined it! I was about to have the taste of sweet sweet revenge with some cold, sweet ice cream, but no. I guess not. I guess I just couldn't even have that. My sister wins once again! I think she had something to do with this. She must have, right? I mean what are the chances that both of the places I hired arre suddenly not available last minute, and have to be swapped out? And, swapped out with things that my sister loves, nonetheless! SOmething is totally fishy here - or NOT fishy, because I can't get my delicious baja fish tacos! But I digress. Maybe this is a sign, you know? A sign from the universe that I actually shouldn't hold such grudges against my sister, and that we should all make up and be best friends and eat ice cream - I mean shaved ice together! Yeah right, just kidding. I'll get her back somehow next time if it is the last thing I do, mark my words, I mean it!

Word war with 129waterfall with primosaur’s prompt
6 minutes
Yep
Started 9:12 PDT (my forum was crashing out :cries: so hopefully this uploaded right)
I spotted her at the yearly conference my company attended. She was striking - bold, in a way I’d never seen before. Her name was Evelyn, and she was everything I never knew I needed. She slipped me a business card, and soon, for “business purposes” I was “networking” with her whenever I could. Our feelings were mutual, and I gpt her hired as an assistant for my company. She was fantastic, and I received much praise for my ability to recognize and hire talents like her. I laughed, and rose a glass to her at our company’s biannual gala, which was actually a charity event for those battling cancer - supposed to promote our company as a whole “we give back to the community that gave so much to use sort of things”.
Until one day. It came crashing down. We were working on a huge project and were all anxious to get it done on time. Evelyn and I worked together on it for hours on end, day after day, until we hit a snag. She blamed it all on me, and told the company that, too. My boss, a man with slicked back hair and a slimy, cold voice informed me that despite the fact i brought in more than anyone else, i would be knocked off the list to receive an annual bonus. He told me that my performance recently had been lacking, and my coworkers had noticed a shift in my attitude.

Slowly, evelyn picked me apart. She took everything from me. Slowly, bit by bit, she manipulated everyone around me into a web of lies that spun me as the lying, manipulative and corrupt gold digger. She tore down my reputation and then reinvented it, handing it back to me on a silver platter. Then, in a company scandal, she framed me as the mastermind, landing me 14 months in jail behind bars she locked. After several months of appealing with the best lawyer in LA, I was released early after 7 months. However, I made sure that i was not idle during that time. You’d be amazed what you can accomplish with nothing but time, anger, passion, and a cellmate who used to be a professional hacker before he got caught.

By the time I stepped out of prison, I had three things:

A new name
A blueprint.
A singular purpose.

I waited a year. Let her get cozy again. Let the company forget me—rebrand itself without the “PR mess.” Evelyn climbed even higher, of course. She always did. She became company ambassador of a new company initiative: “Empowerment Through Integrity.” The irony nearly choked me.

So I watched. Waited. Plotted. And when the timing was right, I sent in a résumé to the catering company hired

Welp
I did
Not finish
Cough
Anyways

465 words
But
I type much faster on my chromebook (up to 150 wpm) which i used cause my safari browser did not like me (it kept reloading)

word war take two going here
6 minutes
no prompt
547 words

Okay since there's no prompt for this word war I am just going to ramble and write as much as I possibly can! I think I can write faster when I am just writing whatever immediately comes to my head, and even faster when there is the prewritten text for me on like typing tests, because I don't have to worry about what I'm writing being good. It doesn't have to make sense, fit into a plot, or characters. It is so much easier to just type a bunch of stuff that way - which is great, because I'm in the middle of cabin wars right now! And it appears I'm solo-ing this war haha - three thousand five hundred words! I only need to write about a thousand more words from where I am right now. Hopefully I'll write around five hundred words in this word war? I am going kind of slow though, judging from where the timer is at and how many lines I have written, which is weird because I do feel like my fingers are flying pretty fast right now. It also could just be because my hands are kind of cramped now. I am currently listening to evas music's new album, daydream! This is because I ahve to cover one of the songs from either daydream or remnants for teh finals of her competition, and daydream came out today at midnight etc time! Not etc time, etc is for etcetera. I meant eastern time, though. Anyways, I am currently listening to the new album while writing a bunch of stuff for cabin wars! But I think it is time to really focus on writing quickly for this word war, because I am over halfway through right now, and I need to speed up a bit. The first word war was invalid because we had a miscommunication, but that was honestly perfectly okay, because it got me to write three hundred more words that I put towards the cabin war! It is great when the words go towards multiple things. Speaking of, I should probalby start the weekly today, except I'm quite lazy, and probably won't, even though I know I totally should. I was also a bit slow on actually starting this war because I was finishing up another prompted writing. Same with the last war. I ust need to write and write to get words down. Speaking of the prompted writing, I was using the website that deletes your writing if you write too slow. Honestly wasn't very helpful because I only stop when I'm thinking, and then it just threatens me to push the plot along. Anyway, I finished the timed writing prompt, and the thing literally just deleted my writing? Not because I stopped- but after I finished it was like “use ai to write a story for you” or “use ai to create the outline of a story for you” and I was like …“I don't want that, I just want to copy paste my writing into word counter dot com!” and my writing was gone. sad. It's okay though there was a built in word counter so I just used my totally reliable memory (jk my memory sucks) and oh my gosh I'm running out of time now

568 words

ramble time - I need to write a little under five hundred words to finish this cabin war, so that's what I'm going to do in this post. Anyways, I was going to ramble about dear evan hansen and how amazing it is and the music especially because pasek and paul are geniuses, but I'm not going to because I thought of something else to now rant about. That is… the scratch glitches. I feel like we're watching scratch unravel, it's insane. There's all the spamming and accounts getting hacked into. There's always so much controversy over people getting banned and projects being mass reported, although to be fair that was always a thing. But now, scratch is constantly bugging out. Sometimes it crashes fully. There was a whole episode of nobody being able to share anything. There's also the thumbnail glitch that I've been experiencing, which i don't know is part of all these other bugs, but I can't upload specifically the thumbnail I want. Literally anything else will work as the thumbnail, just not what I want T-T and I have no idea what I'm doing wrong. (If for some reason anyone is actually reading this and has any idea how to fix it, please tell me! I tried unsharing for a day but that hasn't seemed to work, so i don't know what to do now.) There's also ghost messages. There have always been slight ghost messages because lag time or whatever, but it's seriously creating messages out of nowhere now at random times. And a lot of times though it is when you go on forum pages. And it acts like you have so many messages when you've read them all, but the annoying part is they will go away and then come back bigger sometimes?? like what and whyyy?? But that's far from the most annoying one. There's also the front page glitches. For a while now if you go to the last page it makes a glitched second row. But now, complete rows are just randomly disappearing at times from the front page? I don't really care about that though, because trending and front page because mostly bad for a while. Also can we talk about them removing front page curator? That was such a good idea, it was so fun and I really liked it! It helped a lot of lesser known scratchers get attention, and it featured different kinds of projects. It was amazing! And then it left to never come back. Anyway, the most annoying glitch by far is the signing out glitch. It just constantly signs you out over and over like every. single. minute. It is the worst of all the- and I just got ghost messages lol as I was typing that - anyway it is really annoying, happened to me once, I changed my password and it seemed to go away, although I don't think it went away because I changed the password lol. I think it was unrelated because everyone has this glitch and why would that fix it. Either way though, I am certainly happy it's gone! Finally, this seems like around more than five hundred words so I'm going to stop and count, and if you see me writing after this sentence it's because I sadly didn't have enough - if you don't, the more likely option, then yay, I've finished the war by myself!

the house was smaller than she remembered.
Not physically, she supposed - houses couldn’t do that. But something shout it seemed shrunken, like it had curled in on itself like a dying autumn leaf as the sparkling snowflakes of winter take over the landscape. Paint had dried into little flakes that fell on the floor like the fragile memories she held so dear, that she had let slip away. The garden was overgrown, untouched, and wild, with grassy weeds going in all directions. The faded blue and yellow welcome mat, from fifteen years ago, now dull and covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs, still said the same words that had greeted her for nearly two decades before she moved to college, “Welcome Home”.
Reflecting back on it, Mira wished she had taken it slower. She wished to have not wanted to move on so fast, to leave a place she would ache for. She supposed she had just wanted to be like all her friends and go to college, embrace the college life - ignoring her parent’s texts, going to parties, joining a sorority.
She sighed wistfully. She stood on the porch longer than she needed to, before she finally opened the door. When she turned the lock, the door creaked open and she was greeted with a nostalgic, but bittersweet scent. A blend of old wood, lemon cleaning spray, and faintly sweet cinnamon and citrus smell. Her mother had always insisted on using lemons, which she used to say was what made the place truly feel clean. The house was still, almost like a memory locked in time, standing alone against a ever moving world.
She shut the door behind her. The sound echoed in the empty space. Mira didn’t speak. She didn’t know what to say. No one was there to hear her anyway.
Her plan had been simple: pack up the house, sort what to keep, donate what she didn’t need, and sell the rest.
She walked from room to room. Upstairs, Mira pushed open the door to her childhood bedroom. The room hadn’t changed much. The walls were still light blue. The old bookshelf still held the same books. On the mirror was a sticker from when she was fourteen. It said: Be kind to your future self. She smiled a little at that.

She sat on the edge of the bed. The room was quiet. Tears came, slow and soft. She didn’t sob, just sat and let the sadness come and go like a wave.

Mira didn’t cry because her mother had died — that had already happened, weeks ago, in a quiet hospital room with buzzing lights and cold hands. She had cried then, and again at the funeral, and later behind closed doors.
This was a different kind of grief. It was the kind that sneaks in when you’re alone in a room that remembers you.
After a while, she stood up and began to clean. She started in the kitchen. On the fridge, there was a list stuck with a red strawberry magnet.

It read:
Eggs
Lemons
Milk
Call Mira
The handwriting was her mother’s. Big and loopy, half cursive, almost. The note was old, but not too old. Maybe it was the last one she ever wrote.
Mira stared at it for a long time. Her throat ached.
Later that night, she made tea and sat in her old room. She pulled Little Women off the shelf and opened it. The pages were yellowed and soft at the edges.
She stayed in the house longer than she had planned — just a week, at first. But then another. There was more to do.
She found old pictures, old recipes, a coat she used to borrow. She found stories she hadn’t known her mother kept — letters, lists, small notes in the margins of cookbooks. Like clues to a quiet life.
Before she left, she cleaned one last time. She stood in the kitchen, took a deep breath, and looked around.
The house didn’t feel smaller anymore. It felt full. With something soft and warm, like a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you on a cold, harsh, winter day.
She left the list on the fridge. She couldn’t throw it away.



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Alright, it's time for me to ramble on and on once again to write enough words for cabin wars! We ofc got the 4k war in the middle of the night - I'm willing to write half of it, but it's actually insanely late and I should really go to bed. Maybe we can use the half off on this war? But honestly maybe they should save it for when there's only one person online, because right now it's both me and Zy writing. Mercenaries would be reeeeally helpful right about now *sigh* I will also nOt be doing the extra challenge for this one because I don't really have an oc lol she barely has a design and has no personality lmao and I don't think zy is doing it either, so that means I won't even have one to use. I think I just have to push through it, and if zy went to bed (because I recall them saying something about going to bed in five hours more than five hours ago)

UPDATE YAY I HAVE A FRIEND TO WRITE THE OTHER HALF - ofc I could've always used the thing, but now they can save it for when they're the only one on and zy and I are gone! Most of the camp is esters, so they're all asleep right now. I also just told rose to go to sleep because she's an absolute MENACE and has been warring literally everyone possible. It is 2:30 am for her. She is still awake because she wants to war script xD - but yes that was also a little self interested because I don't want to get warred again for a while. Not that she could though, someone else will anyways because you can't war the same cabin from your cabin twice in a row. That was a really bad way of explaining it. It's super late right now - actually it's pretty early in the morning but for me it's super late. But this is what I do always because I am such a great team member, and I am much more okay with sacrificing my sleep than have other people sacrifice theirs. I don't have anything to do tomorrow that's actually like scheduled, I'm just goint to work on cabin wars and my summer school work, so it's okay if I have a messed up sleep schedule for a day. A lot of people are actually doing stuff with their lives right now and have bigger time commitments outside of this, so I have to pick up the time for them. I hope I'll be around for the last cabin wars day and I won't be leaving too early, because I might just be this cabin's savior xD - seriously, not just to be braggy or whatever, I genuinely have written so much, and I finished an entire war by myself as well as I will be doing half of this one, and would've done it by myself had someone else not been awake.

On another topic, I am listening to the tortured poet's department by taylor swift right now. I think this album was so overhated! I actually really love it. There are also a lot of folklore haters and that album has a similar vibe so that might be why. People want either the more country or more pop songs. But honestly I really like it, it's super chill and it's great study music. It's also perfect for my vibe right now, because It's really late and I can't listen to anything that's too much, but I like music. Side note before going back to the part about taylor swift, little does rose know it's just as late for me as it is for her ahahahahahaaa - but again back to my point about I'd rather sacrifice my sleep than have others sacrifice theirs. Also apparently alana's awake too? My goodness are we a bunch of sleep deprived children. I feel like there should be some more rules or restrictions on warring to make it less intense when most people are asleep, because things like this end up happening, and people might feel pressured into staying up later and writing to help the cabin, when they really do need some sleep. Anyways, back to taylor swift, and this is timely because I just finished the song down bad. Earlier like a couple weeks ago, one of my friends asked me what down bad meant. And I got to use the taylor swift song to explain to her the multiple uses of the phrase down bad, how it can mean you really want cough cough, like you'd do a lot for a person because you're obsessed with them, or it can also mean that you're in a really bad spot in your life, very depresso espresso vibes if you know what I mean. And I got to explain what a genius double meaning down bad was in that song, and how the protagonist (taylor lol) has a changing opinion about the man at the center of the song, and that is shown through different uses of down bad, from when she is infatuated with the man to after he breaks her heart and she's sad about it. I wrote a giant paragaph in text and being the swiftie I am, I was so proud of it ahahah.

Oh yay zy is also awake?? Surely zy is in a different timezone than me because why would he be awake this late when I was willing to write it? He did say he was going to sleep though and probably is an hour after his original time for wanting to go to bed. Oh what his scratch profile says he's from france? Which would mean he's actually awake at like 8:30 am right now, which is actually quite normal, except when you consider that he was awake the past couple hours. It might be fake though people set their profiles to all sorts of locations just for fun. Also, alana is literally in classics! also known as the cabin that shall not win, also known as the cabin that doesn't get or lose points! Which means wars don't mean anything to them and it doesn't matter, and alana is just up warring people for fun! Well, not just fun. Rose just told me that both her and alana are competing for the title of most wars sent in the memory book. This seems a bit extreme for that. Again, I think maybe some things have to be removed or altered to prevent motivating people to stay up all night. As fun as it is, and even though that's what makes it exciting, I think it might be detrimental to people's health. It is only one day though, so it's not the worst thing you've ever seen. After all, I've stayed up much later trying to do school stuff, and they never fix that for us, do they? That's a whole separate rant. I don't understand why we wake up to go to seven hours of school just to go home and do school work until we drop. It's really not healthy, and they need to give much less homework because the teachers don't realize how much everything adds up. Also kids need time for all the extracurriculars they need for college and also time for recreational stuff, stuff just for fun. Like they wonder why everyone is depressed and sick of school xD

I think I'll write for about ten more minutes and then see where I am because that's when my thing expires and I get the thing. I would hate for it to go to waste - it being the almost half hour - so I'll be doing that. I doubt I'll have enough words by then though, so I might have to go for another half hour after that. I also don't want to write too many words and then have it not count because others were writing, so we'll see. I did say I would write half, though, so I'll stick to writing 2k unless I see others writing a lot. That's another great thing about me, I can type quite fast. I can type like over a hundred words per minute on average in nitrotype, but that is because there's preset text there, so it's much easier. When I actually have to think of what to write, it does take a lot longer.

Hehheeheh I just warred tragicomedy - basically like I said rose and alana are competing to get the most wars, and tragicomedy's shield just went down. Rose couldn't war them because she was the last war, but she didn't want alana to get to it, so she told me and asked me to war them. And of course I couldn't say no! It's not like we're allies or anything, iasol has no friends or allies. It's part of our plot lol. I forgot how fun it is to war people, it's such a fun feeling! No I'm not a psycho I just mean in cabin wars ahhaha- I'm going to check if anyone else's shield is down right now or soon - my timer does go off in two minutes though so maybe this is the last I can do.

Also why is my music frozen? I want it to play florida with florence and the machines that's one of the best songs on the album, but it's not playing! I reached over and pressed the play button but that didn't seem to work. I want to go fix it but I'm kind of in the writing flow right now where I'm typing super fast and have thigns to type, such as my music not working. Well I just had to go over and tap it anyways because my screen was going dark. Idk man it's so late I'm going insane but I guess I just have to keep typing. No I am going to fix the music and I said I was going to check the other cabins so I am going to.

HOLY THATS INSANE SOMEHOW I ALREADY WROTE OVER ONE AND A HALF THOUSAND WORDS??? I did not think I got that far at all, I thought I had written like a thousand words at best! I'm still going to stay for another half hour maybe a little less and write some more, I'd like to get to two thousand, because I really don't want to leave the other person to write two thousand by themself right now, especially because they're going to have to do the next two by themself probably- So yeah I just want to write as much as I can and be as helpful as possible for now to make it easier for them in general. Also it's not too hard for me to sit here and just write stream of conciousness stuff. Also I'm pretty sure I once did one of these by myself before, the 4k. I don't know for sure though. I've done at least one solo war for a while now every march at least, I'm not usually active the other sessions when I join, but I am this time. Imagine I accidentally press control v instead of control c when copying this to my clipboard to paste it into the word counter and I ruin a bunch of work aaaah - that would be terrible, but I just copied all that I wrote up until the start of that sentence, so at least it won't be too hard. So I think I'll be good when I fill up this screen with writing from the start of this paragraph. I'm seriously running out of things to write about, though.

Here is a list of some of the things I observe on my desk. A glass of water - a short glass, with like a third of the cup of water in it. There won't be that much in a little bit, because I'm thirsty and I'm about to drink it. That also made my realize my lips are dry, but luckly there's also vaseline on my desk. That stuff makes amazing lip balm, by the way. I also have a lamp that is on, it has a cute glass thing on it. There's the super old alarm clock that used to be my dads I'm pretty sure - it plays the radio though, so that's cool. I was going to get another one for the prime day thing on amazon. I never did, I guess I can. Is prime day still going on? Oops, it actually just ended today - or really yesterday, because it's decently into the next morning by now. My goodness I've been awake for a long time. Also on my desk - it's actually a beareu but I don't think I can spell that right - is a blue tissue box with gold detailing, a dunkin donuts gift card. I might want to walk to dunkin tomorrow and use it! Well no, because I will be preoccupied with cabin wars. I'd also like to go swimming tomorrow at some point, though. I'll do it when the shield is down at some point. I think I've written enough by now, but I want to finish the desk tour. There's the press ons I recently took off, I should probably throw those out lol. There's also a pink spray bottle that I never use and I don't know why it's there. A nail clipper, some pens, some random papers. And yeah that's it. Alright. know I've got to have written enough, and I don't really want to just keep writing more for the sake of it, and the other person is probably writing too, so I"m going to call it wraps or quits or whatever (im so sleep deprived lol) and count my words!

Weekly: Fairy Tales
Total Word Count: 2291

Part 1 – Ibong Adarna and The Golden Bird
Word count: 881 | 07/16/2025

The Philippines has fairy tales, and while they don’t perfectly fit the common Western definition of one, I still think they count. One such story is among those that most Filipino students have to distress over, called Ibong Adarna (Adarna Bird). A friend of mine read it as a child in a more digestible, kids-fairytale book version, then in high school she was introduced to the full version – an absolute unit of a 19th century poem by no particular author, taking up around a hundred (or more) pages of the heaviest textbook I ever had the privilege to Google.

Furthermore, that full version did not just stop when Don Juan, the main character, found the titular Ibong Adarna and used its power to save his father, King Ferdinand of Berbanya. He goes into self-imposed exile after his traitorous brothers, Don Pedro (older) and Don Diego (middle child) lose the bird. He then enters a well where he saves two princesses, but then he gets betrayed again by his brothers who cut the rope he was tied to during his descent. Seven years later Don Diego has already married one of the princesses; Don Pedro plans to marry the other, Princess Leonora. But Leonora’s pet wolf saves Don Juan. He sets out back to his home but gets distracted by the Adarna and visits Reino de Los Cristales, falls in love with local princess Donya Maria Blanca and gets seven trials from her dad for her hand. He completes the trials, but Maria’s father gets so mad he curses Don Juan to forget Maria Blanca the second he returns to Berbanya. They get separated, Don Juan forgets Maria (as per the curse), falls back in love with Princess Leonora, and then Maria Blanca shows up at the wedding, gives Don Juan his memories back, and they live happily ever after as King and Queen of Reino de Los Cristales (because Maria’s dad died of rage.)

And that’s just the second part! The first part is just as wild! What are they doing to these high schoolers?!

I was interested in that story and did a tiny bit of research to find one similar to it, and came across one called The Golden Bird. One version of it was collected by the Brothers Grimm and it has a few similar elements. The stories are mostly unrelated to one another (as far as I’m aware, I did barely any research) but the comparison seemed interesting to me.

For one, the bird. In Ibong Adarna, the Adarna is a magical bird that sings songs that can heal sickness – but also can turn people to stone. In The Golden Bird, the titular bird just has feathers made of gold. Both are sought after by kings for different reasons – the king in The Golden Bird wants to get rich off it, and in the story it’s more of a prize to be won at the end of the journey. King Ferdinand needs the Adarna to live, and it’s more of a character in the story and actually serves as a challenge. The birds are these stories’ biggest similarity and also one of their biggest differences.

They send three men to get it – the first two are ignorant and fall into some sort of trap, while the last man (in both stories the youngest sibling of the other two) succeeds (or, in the case of The Golden Bird, almost succeeds but is incompetent so he fails.) There’s a lot of betrayal going on with these brothers as well. Both sets of brothers try to off their bunso (youngest).

Not to forget unrelated quests! Ibong Adarna continued long after Don Juan succeeded and got the bird (my friend blames Don Pedro and Diego for her high school suffering). In The Golden Bird, the guy successfully gets the bird towards the end after a series of quests triggered by him failing the previous one.

Also, both involve the main character fumbling a princess and then reuniting with her in the end. Yeah… not much I can say about that.

Even the themes are a bit similar. Ibong Adarna talks about love and compassion, perseverance, kindness, and hope. The Golden Bird also talks about perseverance and kindness, but mostly revolves around listening to the wisdom and guidance of others through the character of the fox (who I did not mention up until now but trust me he’s important.)

Another major difference between these two stories (besides the length. I had to search up a translated version of Ibong Adarna and it was still long) is how the main characters achieve their goals. Don Juan is portrayed as compassionate and noble, reflecting Filipino values, notably utang na loob (relational debt, as my friend put it). The nameless protagonist of The Golden Bird fails a lot (as in, a lot a lot) but overcomes his challenges through wit and cleverness, which a lot of European fairy tales lean towards (see: Puss in Boots.)

Overall, both of these stories are wild and researching them has been a rollercoaster of emotions, but it’s really interesting to see how these two different cultures came up with distinct, wildly complex fairy tales. Thanks, SWC, for the reminder that stories and history are awesome.

Part 2 – The Spear-Staff of Sphenis Santine
Word count: 202 | 07/12/2025

In the old tales of Morte Blanche in Featherfell-555, there often appeared a warrior princess named Sphenis Santine. She was born with an odd pair of wings that were too small and misshapen to fly, but she more than made up for it by being the greatest swimmer the avians had ever seen. She possessed a spear-like staff (or is it more of a staff-like spear? The elders can never seem to agree), wooden with one end curved and encrusted with crystals, and the other end sharpened to a point.

The spear-staff appears in many different tales, some dating back to the days before Morte Blanche was frozen and overrun by monsters. One elder’s story tells of Sphenis Santine diving to the depths of the oceans to hunt for food for her people, and then returning with one hundred thousand fishes skewered on her weapon. Another has her using magic to defeat a malevolent dragon, but the ensuing battle creates a canyon that splits the whole of her kingdom in two.

It represents protection, bravery and heroism, but on the flip side destruction, devastation and injury. They go hand-in-hand – there was never a battle fought without casualties, no matter how noble the cause may be.

Part 3 – Goldilocks and the Three Bears but it's brainrot
Word count: 458 | 07/15/2025
I am so sorry.

so basically here’s what went down. there was this cottagecore house in a forest with three freakin bears – Sigma Bear, Mama Bear, and Silly Little Bear. one day they made some bussin porridge, but it was too fire (literally) to eat right away so they left to chill in the forest.

then Goldilocks entered the chat. (she was called Goldilocks because she was golden locksmaxxing.) she knocked on the door but there was highkey no one in there so she just… broke in. no cap. -1000 aura frfr

then she saw the bussin porridge. she was lowk bigback so she tasted the first porridge. she said “bruhh this is too fire!!!” so she tried the second bowl and it was cold like KSI thick of it. so she tried the last porridge and she went “oh my this bussin porridge is bussin!” and being the bigback she was she ate it all up… and left no crumbs…

after allat she saw the bears’ chairs. “say less” she said and she sat in the first chair but L for her it was too sturdy. she sat in the second chair but it was too soft. soft chair from ohio??? then she sat on the third chair. it was so slay, but because Goldilocks was bigback the chair broke!!!

then she found the bears’ bedroom?! she thought now i need to lock in so she went on the first bed but it was too sturdy again. the second was too soft again. the third was so based that Goldilocks fell asleep…

then the three bears made a comeback!!! they immediately clocked the bussin porridge. Sigma Bear and Mama Bear were all like “what the sigma?! someone ate our bussin porridge!” but Silly Little Bear was more like “someone ate my bussin porridge and bigbacked all of it!!!”

they saw their chairs. Sigma Bear and Mama Bear said “this is so sus!!” but Silly Little Bear was all “ayo??? mine lost its mewing streak!!!”

and at last they went to the bedroom. Sigma Bear and Mama Bear said “broooo someone’s been in our beds!” and Silly Little Bear was crashing out, because “gang on god there’s a bigback in my bed right now fr!!!”

then Goldilocks in her sleep thought “rise and grind” and woke up. and then she saw all the bears!!!

all the bears shouted “what the skibidi?!”

Goldilocks screamed, “aaah!! there’s an unc bear, a level 10 rizz bear and a skibidi toilet bear!!” and was so scared because Sigma Bear was too alpha. and Mama Bear was too chill guy. Silly Little Bear was mewing! so she ran away into the forest, losing one million aura.

and then the bears never saw her again. the end lol

Part 4 – The Goats and The Garden
Word count: 750 (WIP) | 07/16/2025

Once upon a time, atop the highest mountain, there lived a kind-hearted nature fairy. In her garden she grew flowers as tall as trees, talking bushes, and rainbow-colored grass. It was a haven for all the animals, from the birds to the bears. She would offer them safety in her garden. In return, she asked them to not ruin her garden. “It would make me sad,” she would say, “to have my masterpieces destroyed.”

Among those animals were the goats. Near the slopes of the mountain they’d spend the day, climbing up to munch on plants. At night they would rest in the garden.

One day, while the fairy’s back was turned, the herd’s strongest goat took a mouthful of the garden’s rainbow grass. He came back to the herd and declared, “It’s the best grass the world has ever seen!”

The other goats were amazed. Now they wanted to try this grass.

So whenever the fairy wasn’t around the goats would eat up the grass. They no longer went to the slopes of the mountain. Some goats thought the grass was bad, but they ate it anyway. Everyone else liked it.

Some time later a kid was born into the herd, and he grew up only eating the grass. One time, he asked his mother, “Mama, why do we eat this grass?”

And she said, “Because, my child, this grass is loved by everyone. It’s quite nice for us. Now, why don’t you go and play?”

So the kid wandered off and met a ewe and her lamb. “Good day, Mrs. Ewe. Good day, Lamb,” he greeted. Seeing that they looked hungry, he invited them to eat some of the rainbow grass. “Don’t you want to eat this grass? It’s loved by everyone and is quite nice for us.”

The lamb shook his head. “No, thank you. Our flock is just passing through. We eat the grass that grows on the mountain outside. It’s healthy and fresh.”

“Besides,” the ewe told the kid, “The fairy has been nothing but kind to us. We would not want to make her sad by eating up her precious greenery.”

The kid became curious about this. “Really? Please, tell me more.”

So he sat and listened to the ewe’s tales. When the sun was high in the sky, the kid set off back to his herd.

Along the way, he found a big bear at the edge of a pond. “Good day, Mr. Bear,” he greeted. Seeing that he looked hungry, he invited him to eat some of the rainbow grass. “Mother says it’s loved by everyone and is nice for us.”

“Not everyone,” answered the bear. His voice was loud and strong. “I eat fish, not colorful grass. Like how goats eat twigs.”

The goat became even more curious “Really? I have never had fish or twigs. Please, tell me more.”

So he sat and listened once more. When the sun began to set in the sky, the kid went back to his herd.

But just before he reached his herd, he heard the whispers of the talking rose bushes. “Good day,” he greeted. Seeing that they sounded so scared, he asked them, “What is the problem?”

“This is bad,” cried one bush, a black rose. “A terrible thing is going to happen. I heard it! The goats are planning to eat the flowers and the bushes! Oh dear! How sad it will be! How sad the fairy will be!“

The kid ran to his herd. “Everyone!” he yelled. “We shouldn't eat the food in here. It’s not right!”

But the other goats ignored him and trotted away.

The kid was left alone. Frightened, he ran far away from the garden. Just before he left the mountain, the fairy appeared before him. “Hello, Miss Fairy. I’m sorry, I couldn't stop the other goats.”

“Oh, no worries!” the fairy said. “They have been stopped. But I must say, you did a good thing today. I shall name you the Greatest of All The Goats, and the herd will do your bidding!”

The kid shook his head. “Thank you kindly, Miss Fairy. But I must refuse. Tell the other goats to be nice and do what is right. I’m going to go and find my own way.”

Then he went far away. So did the other goats, after they heard the kid's message. What they did next is mostly a mystery, but what’s for certain is that they never went near that mountain again.

Critique for @Eabha2023

WHAT- U'RE MAKING THIS SO HARD AAAHHHH.

but guess what? u spelt because wrong in the 2nd to last line of the first page LMAO XDDD.
I was so happy like i was jubilating that i managed 2 do my job. Cuddos to me and you. /hj

Anyways other than that it's perfect. I love the form, it's short and bitter and beautiful.

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!

Weekly 2 - total 1419 words <3

Part 1 -223 words

In England, the story of Cinderella is pretty standard: a rags to riches tail, aided by a fairy godmother. However this is not the case everywhere.Even in England there are other versions - Tattercoats, where she remains in her rags throughout, showing her humility, and a variant called Cap O’Rushes. In this, the daughter is exiled by her father, then works as a maid before marrying a prince. The German tale is much darker and more violent, with justics as a key theme: the stepsisters cut off parts of their feet to make them fit the shoes, and their eyes are pecked out by birds at the end. In China, one of the oldest versions of the story, the magic comes from fish bones rather than from a fairy godmother, and instead of losing a glass slipper, it is a golden one. An African version, inspired from Zimbabwe, has 2 daughters meeting the king, and the kind and generous one is chosen - more of a moral tale. Globally, the main differences are the item used to give the magic (which can vary from the typical fairy godmother to fish bones, animal spirits, or no magic at all) the setting, which depends on where the story is from, and even the lost item - the material of the slipper, including glass, gold, straw and beads.


Part 2 - 204 words

The wheel sat, suffocated in thick green vines. It’s spindle became one of many spikes that covered the room, joining the sea of green as it glowed ever so softly. However, unlike the thorns, a small drop of red hung on the top of the spindle. It was like the prize ruby in the crown of pain, and that very drop had changed everything.
The spinning wheel was ancient. It was covered in dust and moss, the wood slowly rotting away with time. Yet darkness slid through the cracks in the wood, as if evil was infiltrating the very splinters. It did not look like the other spinning wheels: they were varnished and carved intricately with frames from stories of the kingdom’s great past - knights charging valiantly into battle, monarchs sitting kindly upon thrones. No, this one was different. The wood was dark and strange symbols looked as though they had been hastily carved on by hand. The spindle was poised to strike. And strike it had done, cursing the kingdom. Now, knights didn’t charge into battle and monarchs didn’t sit upon thrones; they all slept, heads bowed over tables as the whole castle snored softly, despite the vines and thorns that ensnared them.

Part 3 - 431 words

The intruder watch as the girl pressed the button. Her blonde hair and pink spacesuit looked so pretty, so worth destroying. A voice blared over the loudspeaker, “Cryosleep activated. 30 seconds until freezing.” The girl, who the intruder knew was called Aurora, (a strange name amongst this spaceship) froze - in shock, in fear, in realisation. The intruder knew they had to get out, or they would be frozen too. Of course, the docking bay wouldn’t freeze, and anybody who knew the code could awake the ship. Yet the fact remained that the ship would freeze, almost asleep, maybe forever. They wouldn’t age or change. Their ship would simply float through space. The intruder smiled to herself gleefully as she entered the airlock, striding out onto the docking bay, where her small ship waited. She jumped in just as the timer went off, jetting off into space.
She had always wanted to be on that ship. When Earth was declared no longer safe, the population had split up into ships. She had always wanted to be on ‘the Castle’. But they declined her application. They made her be on a lesser ship, one with less perks, with more fighting. On ‘the Forest’, it was a fight to stay alive. There wasn’t enough food. There was barely enough water. There was corruption and crime. But on the Castle, there was none of that. They were the richest ship, with an abundance of everything and anything you can want. They had enough of everything, and they had fun. And they kicked her out of all of that. Well, now they’d got what was coming to them.

On the ship, the alarm blared out “Cryosleep Activated until code input.” Every person on the ship, no matter where they where, seemed to go to sleep. In fact, their organs were shutting down in a kind of cold-induced coma. It was perfectly safe and they wouldn’t remember anything, but it could last forever. Aurora sank to the floor next to the button in the control room, her porcelain skin turning even lighter as it froze. Her pink spacesuit and golden hair lay on the floor, just one girl on one ship in space. The intruder blamed her, because her parents were in charge of the applications back then. But the girl had a pure heart and a free soul, and would never harm anyone. If it was up to her, everyone would live on their ship and everyone would be happy.

But the intruder knew that wasn’t how life worked, not least in the middle of space.

Part 4 - 543 words

The witch sat in her cabin. She could almost see the hag’s house across the woods from this angle. They weren’t friends, no. They didn’t go to each other’s houses and make potions together or sit for dinner of frogs and strange drinks. But they weren’t enemies. Esmerelda, the witch, respected the hag from across the woods. Esmerelda sometimes had spells she didn’t want to cast, when people came to her wishing bad things for other people. But she had no problem nudging them to the hag’s cabin - she would do anything for anyone, no morals, no worries. They had a bit of a partnership in business, both respecting the other one, but no trust, no friendship.

Until, one day, everything changed. Esmerelda woke up with a start. Something felt off. She walked across the room to her potion rack to check everything was ok there. It was, but as she picked one up, it smashed in her hand. She jumped back, confused. She tried another, and another - the same thing. Her heart started to pound. Those potions had taken time, energy, and were her main source of income. She hurried into her kitchen, hoping she could cast a spell to fix the potions. But the moment her gnarly hand touched her wand, it snapped. She stopped, staring at the snapped piece of wood in her hands. “It… It can’t be..” She whispered to herself, her croaky voice filled with worry. Her mind leaped to the worst conclusion: maybe she had lost her magic.

She realised she had to visit the hag. She could make it right. But at what cost?…

She gathered the broken wand and made the short journey across the woods. She stopped outside the blackened gate with its KEEP OUT UNLESS YOU HAVE A REASON sign. Esmerelda realised she’d never actually set foot inside the gate before. Taking a deep breath, she entered the hag’s domain. She knocked on the door, to see the surprised hag open it. “Esmerelda, what are you doing here?” She snarled, her gray hair tangled behind her.

Esmerelda held up the broken wand. “My potions smashed in my hands, my wand broke when I touched it. Something is wrong.” Deep longing and sadness crossed her face, as the hag broke into a gleeful cackle.
“My dear, you have lost your magic. It is the only explanation. I can help you get it back, but there is a small price to pay…” She grinned her yellow teeth like fangs.
“Tell me.” Esmerelda knew she shouldn’t do this. You don’t take deals from hags or warlocks or devils, but it had to be done. She was nothing without her magic.
The hag nodded knowingly. “I will become your patron. You will be bound to me by fate, and must do everything I say. You will no longer be the nice witch who sticks to her morals. You will do dark, cruel things, and revel in it. Understood?” She grabbed the broken wand in one hand, and held out her other.
Esmerelda felt the world crumbling around her, but she had no other choice. She grabbed the hand of the had, “Understood.”

And with that, the good witch became evil. There was no turning back, only greed.

word war 345 words

Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea. But it was either that or get the train and the train is long and slow and hot and sweaty and just gross. I don't want to be on the train, so this seemed like a good idea. But now, I am looking down at the valley floor and thinking maybe not. I fall, fall, fall down towards the ground and oh no, it seems really close. I don't want to splat. But maybe I will, I might have no choice, oops. Well, next time I will probably just gt the train. I see the ground beneath me, theres a lovely blue river that is flowing slowly and looks really cold but I would still like to swim in it sort of, and there's green grass blades flowing in the wind and black and white cows munching it and mooing and living the life. And there’s a train. Of course, not the one I wanted to get, I was too late for that, but another one. It's an old one blowing smoke out of the front carriage (chimney? I don't know what you call it on a train) and painted in red and gold. It is very pretty - it was a scenic train ride, but honestly I just wanted to get off that mountain and be back down in the valley. I want to sit in a cafe and eat something other than cheese sandwiches. Trains are my nemesis, but maybe they would’ve been better than jumping. I will soon join the cows, or maybe I will land in the river, who knows> I will see what happens, but it probably wont end up well because jumping off a cliff isn't a recommended mode of transport. The train would’ve sufficed, but it would’ve been a lot slower. The ground is fast approaching, so i think of all my favourite things and favourite people. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, but I don't think thats true unless you want it to be