DAWGS. Do I have to literally put my 9 paged story in here or what. Whatevs, I will. Don't judge me cause my first time posting irl.

Chapter 1

Dreams



Hi, my name is Oliver. I like to play with my friends, Greg, Nora, and Emma, hoping that it would make us less bored. Recently we have been playing around in the jungle near our village called Ravencrest Village. With the gloomy sounding name, not a lot of people come but the people who live here are actually really nice.
“Do you guys want to run around in the jungle or something else because I’m kind of bored right now,” I asked.
“I think we should, it’s been around a day since we played anyways. Why not? Even though I don’t like playing random games that take some time away from what I want to do, it still is a good exercise.” Greg answered.
Nora replied, “Fine but tomorrow I get to choose what to do. You guys always pick and I never get a chance to pick.”
“You’re saying yes right now and you could’ve said no and you know that,” I said as I laughed.
“Shush!” Nora loudly said, “You always pick to do something that I don’t like and it's grown on me as a habit alright?”
I retaliated with, “You can still make a stand, you just usually go with the flow and we think that you are fine with it. If you aren’t, then speak up.”
“Stop yammering loudly and let's play already, “Emma said with sarcasm, “You know the reason I’m part deaf right now is because of you guys talking so much. I can just see your mouths moving so quickly and notice, uh oh, they are fighting again and I know that because that's how you always are.”
As you can tell, we argue a lot with each other but we always have fun at the end of it. We like to play some games like tag and four-square too but our favourite thing to do is definitely just going around our village. Emma saying that she is part deaf is true and she makes jokes about it all the time but that just makes us more guilty. However we stay best friends and stick together no matter what happens. When we get tired, we just stop playing and running and go read a book. Our secret word if you are playing and you need a break is “BOOK”. We think it is a good word for it because we all love reading as much as playing with each other. It was one of our passions other than playing. I read fluently and only stutter a little just like Emma. Nora reads the least and Greg reads the most.
When I play, I always win, not really but in spirit . It is always funny when I sneak up on her when I catch up to her. I don’t blame her, she is part deaf after all. How could she hear me coming if she was partially deaf. When I am playing hide and seek, I always find the best spot to hide and the best place to start seeking. The secret to not losing all the time is telling them where you hid and they expect you to go there so you go somewhere else. It’s one of my favorite tactics.
I love my parents that take care of me and live with me. I have a pet dog named Charlie. We normally take Charlie on a walk around the neighborhood at the beginning of the day. We sometimes might take him into the rainforest house. The rainforest house is a house that is in the rainforest but technically still this village's property. Charlie really enjoys it too so we might do it more frequently now.
Nora can never do anything without acting like she is super smart, in reality I don’t think she knows that smart people read. I say that because she barely ever reads. She has said that she might start reading a lot more, soon though. I can’t say if it will work out well.
Greg is one of the curious types of friends. Nora never reads but on the other hand, Greg always reads and is the actual smartest one in the group. He sometimes also likes to do stuff like just feel the breeze of the wind. He says it is refreshing and I agree. It’s a peaceful plateau that we live on anyways.
Yes, we do live on a plateau. It is peaceful but kind of scary when we look at the edge. Thankfully the people in Ravencrest build a fence so that nobody can fall down. Nobody has ever fallen down and I believe it will stay that way for the rest of my life. The sunrise is more visible thanks to the plateau and it is beautiful. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
“I’m bored, can we go take a stroll in the sunlight? We haven’t done that in a while, admiring our lives and the sun,” I said.
Nora replied, “No objections on my side, I can go roam around the sun, I can go sunbathing with you guys.”
“I would also like to come. It would be really beautiful I bet,” Greg asked, “None of you ever listen to me except Oliver so I can’t imagine you know what sunbathing feels like.”
“You know what, I guess it is my first time doing so. I guess you are right for this once Greg,” Nora replied.
“Oh thank you, but our rivalry still continues. I believe that we shall start a war against each other,” Greg replied with a smug face.
Emma says, “Oh stop it, you always have things with rivalry. I can hear that much, you know.”
“Fine, I will stop but he has to get rid of that smug face,” Nora replied, frustrated.
“Have any of you seen Oliver?” Greg asked.
“I guess you guys scared him off,” Emma answered while laughing, “I saw him walk off in the distance. We have a slim chance of catching up.”
I was staring at the sun and there was a calming light and warmth wrapped around me. As I was sitting still on the grass, I heard the noise of Greg and Nora coming and I thought, oh no, the two noisemakers are here. Except that they were quiet and the only thing I heard when they came into view was the rustling of the grass. I was surprised at how quiet they were. They were never this quiet and certainly at least never when I was nearby for some reason. Then they laid down next to me in the grass and just sunbathed. No noises that were un-needed.
We were there for quite a while just in the sun and feeling warmth. I just thought, oh well. I better take this chance of peace and think of some things. After a while Greg asked, “Can we go walking around now and feel the wind?”
I answered, “Sure, why not. We’ve been here for a while anyway.
Then we stood up and just walked around while talking to each other.
“I wonder what it feels like to be in one of the big towns like Aetherstone City and Sunset Bay,” Greg asked, “I heard that there are great views for sunsets there too.”
“Mabye we should visit one day,” I said, “I want to see what it feels like to live in one of those luxurious Cities.
“Can we go back to the rainforest and play already? I want to become more agile so I can beat you and the only way to achieve that is to practice,” Nora said.
“Aha! I knew you wanted to play with your own will!” I said, ecstatically
“The only reason is because I am kind of bored right now because we have been sitting here for over an hour and even though it is calming, that doesn’t change the fact that it is kind of boring,” Nora replied.
“I can relate to that,” I said, “I thought that it was very boring too at the beginning of sunbathing but I realized that I don’t care if I am bored of sunbathing because it feels so nice.”
“Beliefs and all, I can agree because I don’t feel grumpy which is what you describe me as all the time,” Nora said, “Except I want more activity, more things to do. I just want to win some more and use my time wisely.”
With all the brief explanations, she had a point. You had to do some activities in a day. I thought about it for a moment and said, “Why don’t we just walk around, won’t that technically count as sunbathing and activity? I would think so. Walking is an activity after all. It is just technically just running but slower which is what we do in which is what you say is an activity.”
“Stop making logical explanations that don’t make sense in my mind,” Nora replied.
“That sure is a mindbender if I say so myself,” I replied, “Too many words overloading my brain.”
“Next thing that I hear from you is that jumping down the plateau is an activity if I know you,” Nora replied with sarcasm.
“I’ll say, can’t you guys be quiet for at least ten seconds? I can’t go on without one of you yammering around,” Greg and Emma said at the same time.
I said, “Says you Greg. You’re always fighting Nora about something. I can’t say the same thing for you though, Emma. You always stay pretty quiet, not going to lie.”
“What did you say,” Emma replied, “You always act like I can hear just fine yet you always know that I can’t.”
“Sorry, I just talk with Greg and Nora so much that I sometimes act like you can hear fully.
“Don’t sweat it, I understand. If you were partially deaf and I had two friends that always made conversations with me, I would do the same thing.”
She is right, I usually talk to her like she is not deaf because I have two other friends that talk like they are rivals and they hear me but when I talk to them, I forget that Emma can’t hear well because Greg and Nora can hear just fine. I still wonder whether this will take a toll on me in the future or not, I sure hope it doesn’t. I also hope that her ears could be fixed somehow.
I started thinking whether that was possible, fixing any defect in a person’s body. Mabye not huge diseases but mabye small problems. I wouldn’t categorize under small but she is only partially deaf so I wonder if that is possible. Mabye there is a wizard somewhere who could. It’s not like a wizard isn’t real though, it is just that they are super rare to find anywhere. Nonetheless, one that can cure defects in a person’s body.
“Hey Greg, have you ever heard of any wizards in a book that can cure things?” I asked, curious.
“Mabye, I read so many things my memory has literally turned into an apple,” Greg said as he laughed hardly.
“What are you guys talking about? Anything that can help me out?” Emma said, trying to make a joke.
I replied, “Actually yes, we are. Or at least I am. Not sure about Nora or Greg but I wanted to know if there was any wizard that could cure your deafness.”
I think that got to her because she couldn’t speak when she tried to. I didn’t know if she was choking or just couldn’t speak at that point.
“Thank you for caring about my health but I don’t think there is,” Emma replied, “If there was, the king and the palace wouldn’t be in danger.”
She had a good point though. If there were, they would have probably been spotted and served for the king to protect him with his spells. I know that there are many royal knights but I don’t think that any of them would be enough to keep the king safe from a beast that can wreck down the palace whenever it wants to. Mabye there is a wizard at the palace though. Almost no news comes to our village anyways. Mabye they defeated it or mabye not. None of us in the village knows. Not to brag to everyone but I really would’ve told everyone in the whole entire kingdom if I was kind and sort of immortal for sure so that they could have faith, trust, and hope.
“Are you ok? You seem a little…absent-minded,” Emma said.
I replied, “Yeah, I’m ok. I was just thinking of something.”
“What should we do now? Go run or play because if we are, I am completely ready to dash in front of you, taunt you, and immediately hide or run away,” Greg said, “It depends on what game we play though.”
“I guess we should go to sleep because it is getting dark after all. We sure have spent some time here haven’t we,” I responded.
Then we all went separate ways, going back to our homes to get some sleep so that we could get up in the morning and meet up again. As I was going home, I heard the sound of a coin whistling through the air that glided swiftly near my head. I ducked quickly enough and the coin landed a few meters in front of me. I was certainly glad that I ducked because it would’ve hurt but I wondered who threw the coin and how it went so far because I never saw the person who threw it. I started walking home, questioning who threw it.
I woke up, still wondering who threw the coin. I even wondered about it in my dreams. I went to the place where Greg, Nora, Emma, and I meet up all the time to run around and stuff. I went there and I saw them already waiting, which was already odd enough but not of them even talked while they were there. When I was next to them, they said, “Did you have anything on your mind ever since you went home yesterday?”
“Yeah, someone threw a coin near my face and I don’t know who did. I didn’t even see their faces,” I replied.
Greg replied, “I guess we’re all on the same page then. We all had the same weird thing occur to us.”
“I wonder why it happened. Can we all split up and ask people around the village if they saw the coin too?” Emma asked.
We all nodded in unison and went separate ways. Nora went to the right side of the village. Greg went to the top side of the village. I went to the left side of the village and Emma went to the bottom side of the village. With not a lot of people though, we managed to ask all of our questions in thirty minutes and we all met up in the middle again.
“Did you guys get any info?” I asked them.
“No but I did see another coin on the ground. It was somewhere completely different from where we all saw our coins go,” Violet replied.
“I didn’t see anything. Nothing unusual at least,” Greg replied, “Some people said that they saw coins fly too but I don’t believe them. They said it went into the rainforest
so I looked around but I ended up finding nothing.”
Nevertheless, we were the only ones who actually found the coins in the whole neighborhood except for that one other coin that Violet found. My eyebrows were furled, trying to figure out the mystery that was happening. Gold was rare in our region that we lived in which is the Black Forest. That is because the bottom of the plateau is covered in trees and is called the Forest of Darkness. The only thing you could see was trees. The trees stretched endlessly as far as the eye could see. Now that I think of it, mabye that is why nobody comes. Mabye it is because some people don’t want to go through the forest. Then an idea hit me.
“Mabye the person who threw the coin was below the plateau?” I answered, not knowing the truth.
“I never thought of that,” Greg replied, “You could be correct but that would mean that he threw it all the way up here. I don’t think that is possible.”
I answered with, “Unless he is a wizard or something. He could’ve enhanced his throwing power and threw it up here.”
I heard Greg mumble as I turned to Violet, “I suppose you could be correct about that.”
Then Greg declared with a light bulb on his head, “I want to say hello to the wizard. Suppose he could help us with something.”
“With what?” I replied as I turned my head back over to Greg, ”I don’t know that we need help with anything. I think we’re fine.”
“What if he could help us live a luxury of our lives by teaching us some spells,” Greg replied with a smirk.
Emma said, “What are you planning now, Greg. It better not be anything stupid or else I’m going to be mad.”
I wrote on a piece of paper like a lot of times when I want to communicate and I knew that she was partially deaf, “What if we could ask the person who threw the coins to teach us spells.”
“What spells?” she replied curiously with a concerned face, “Is the person who threw the ball a wizard?”
We stood there in a moment of silence for a while until Emma said, “Now I get it. Good idea Greg.”
While we stood there, we were all processing something in our brains. I don’t know what they were processing but I was processing that some weird occurrences may change lives and that might happen to me.
All of a sudden, I hear a whoosh and I get hit by something or someone saying, “You’re the tagger now.”
I replied with,” I sure am going to be penalized this round. I guess mabye you guys can let me pounce on someone once I find them.”
We ran and ran until dusk, and we stopped. We all parted our ways and went home except for me. I went to the edges of the plateau. I looked down and looked at the forest that stretched endlessly below me. It was glimmering green with specks of light blue going along with the forest. The forest was beautiful too. I wondered why the forest was called the eerie name that it is called. I wondered and wondered about things until I eventually dozed off to sleep.
In the morning when I woke up, the first thing I saw was the forest below. I was startled and immediately got up. I looked around and ran back to my house. I recalled how much peace I had last night as I ran home. It was just a chilly night and I. It felt really nice and peaceful too. Right before I went to sleep, I remembered the luminescent moon that was shining beautifully above me.
After I went inside and told my parents that I was ok, I ran outside and immediately dashed out the door again. It was really funny just barging in and saying “I’m ok” and then immediately leaving.
I ran once again back to the rainforest, seeing my friends lying down on the ground, huffing and puffing. I ran to them, worried about what happened. After I got to them, I asked,” What happened to you guys? Are you guys all right?
Emma managed to gasp,” We went to go check for more information and we accidentally searched the whole entire




Boy do I still have a lot to do.
Only nine pages???
Btw it is completely fiction if u didn't read
Lol I made a whole entire new forum page

Intro <3

(the fact I finished it when it’s Nov. 2) November 1st, 2025
612 words

Hi there!
I’m Iyla, as stated in my username, called Iylie by one of my favorite people- @-UniqueUma-. Anyways, this is my 1st session of SWC and I’m a member of the Thriller Cabin!

Some fun facts about me are that I am in all advanced classes at school, math, science, ela, and history! My favorite subject is math- only because this year I feel like I’m actually learning with the teacher I have! I love horror books and poetry- Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorite poets too. I have a few interests so I might as well go over them, so you can get to know me better!

I am invested in reading, which is where I got my love for writing from! I started voluntarily reading in 1st or 2nd grade, where the Warrior Cats series really got me into reading- thank you, Erin Hunter! I don’t think I ever finished that series. I’m now in 8th and my favorite authors are Lynn Painter, Holly Jackson, Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Lauren Roberts, Stephanie Garber, Tahereh Mafi, Jenny Han, and Natasha Preston! By late 5th grade maybe, I started to like painting- mainly watercolor. I painted bookmarks, so they were small but I put so much detail into them. I’ve also gotten into poetry just a few months ago, writing memoirs and sometimes poems I don’t even relate to I just felt like writing.

A few fandoms I am really into are the Percy Jackson fandom (ahem- Solangelo), The Cruel Prince, Powerless, OUABH, Caraval, Shatter Me, AGGGTM, Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone, Lightlark, and ofc Harry Potter. In PJO, I am a child of Apollo, and in HP I am a Ravenclaw (these are all according to my friends who are sitting with me as I write this).

Anyways, I don’t just write! I have a LOT of in-school and after-school commitments! In school, I am a yearbook staff member, but I’m often one of the 8 second-teachers because it is my 2nd year in yearbook! Next year I plan to join leadership/ASB for High School! After school, I am captain of my middle school’s cheer team and then sometimes, usually once or twice a week, I have double practices because I’m also on a championship recreational cheer team, this year we plan to go to Nationals in California! It’s my last year on the team since I’m aging out so it’s my last year doing traditional, next year my high school does gameday.

Now I don’t really know what else to talk about since above was just around 400 words- so I might as well yap about how I joined cheer for this!
Anywaysm in first grade my cousin did football and I watched the cheerleaders when my mom pointed them out. I watched them the entire game. So after the game I told my mom I wanted to do cheer, so she signed me up for the next season!

Now, why I joined SWC! I joined SWC because I felt like my writing could be improved, and I found out about this from one of my friends- @skyblxssm-unwriitcn, who I have the lovely privilege to be in the same cabin with! I always wanted to join the summer writing camp, because I also heard about this from Sky earlier in the year, but I’m always- and I mean always traveling, mainly through the months of July and August. In July I don’t even see my house. So to know that SWC does a November camp is such a lovely opportunity! I feel that this camp will teach me more things about writing that I haven’t been taught yet!

Can someone read my story and check if its grammar and stuff is all right? Idk if it is rn and if you so as much read one page worth, TYSM

Heya!! I'm Whiteclaw! Call me Rat if you please. This is my first time doing SWC, and really hope to get to know some of you all. I've been sorted into the Action Cabin.

I'm an artist dreaming of being somewhat good at animating. I'm in advanced ELA, and tend to doodle quite frequently. I'm a mega WoF and WC fan, and listen to MSI and PM5000.

I'm in fifth grade, supposed to be in sixth (2 weeks younger than required age). I'm a grunge and scene kid, and usually display goblincore. I am a proud Therian and furry, and also gay. I formerly had a hyper obsession with Dandys world, but I've not left the fandom yet.

I own four pets whom WILL consume a bit of time, but totally are worth it. I’m in an EST timezone, but expect me to be home later in the day. I’m called a ‘fast typer’ by my friends but uh 90% sure it's because they sit around during work time. Anywho, I am planning to join the play at my school again early 2026, and will most likely come back for another session after this one.

Have a great time this session, everyone!

~~LET THE STORY BEGIN~~

~~~Adventures Of Kayila: The Search for the Arena of the lost~~



The world is deserted. Well, that's what you'd think. Far away from the empty land stands the entire world in one city. Welcome… to Palintina! A bustling place blocked off from the harsh world, not one shall see out. Most craved this constant safety and hospitality.. but one. A young soul willing to find what was lost, do what no other has. I have dreamed of seeing beyond the walls of the city, where everyone's been trapped for centuries.. I want to be the first to rediscover the beauty of the world!


She’d snap out of the daydream, awakened from the noise of the show. “Mom, would you stop watching that show?” Kayila hissed while eating breakfast. Her mother was watching quite the nuisance of a show rambling on how safe it is here in the city. “Hun, I just want you to understand that you'll die if you reach for that dream of yours. The world's been dead for years, understand that!” her mother replied, pausing the show. “Its way too dangerous. We lost your father due to that same drea-” she stopped. Kayila’s fork dropped to her plate. “You said he was in jail, not dead!” Kayila barked, disgusted by the lie.

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i. “i love these headers with my whole being and if you try to take them from me i will nom you.”

⋆˚✿ day 1
one thousand word introduction . thriller . 1350

hi there! i’m sky (or pretty potato as known by those who had the unfortunate event of being at my irl writing camp in july… cue the family potato images) and this is my third swc session!! i’m so so so happy to be back and ridiculously excited to be in thriller this session! (thriller for the winnnnnn!!)
fun fact: my very first session was also thriller, meaning out of the three sessions i’ve been a part of, two of them have been in thriller. does this say something about my character? maybe. i like to think it’s more about this amazingness of thriller’s storyline
i’m an enjf-t, meaning i’m SUPER outgoing! my social battery is basically charged by living. however, this does mean that if i don’t feel well or like i’m socially/mentally depleted, my personality will scream at me to keep having fun and interacting with more people. being and enjf-t also means i make decisions based on both emotional and logical thinking, especially depending on the situation. i’m always trying to help others (though my need to take charge can sometimes put a damper on my relationships). more about my personality is that i struggle with the trifold of bad traits (or tbt as i have just named it): overthinking, perfectionism, and procrastination. as a very creativity-oriented person, this makes it very difficult for me to get things done in a timely manner. which is super great when i’m juggling all my extracurriculars, swc, and school- but i’m gonna do it anyway because it makes me happy! YAY!
now moving onto hobbies! i’m an avid reader but DESPISE writing with ALL MY HEART!! that’s why this is my third session of swc: because i am proving just how yucky writing is. BOOOOO!! in all seriousness (just kidding, i’m never serious. especially in these intros), i love love love writing so much. poetry and short stories are my favorite, specifically sonnets and fiction. i’m currently writing a fantasy novel (and i can say that the process is not processing) and i’m having a lot of fun doing so, despite the challenges of finding time and motivation and ideas to continue. speaking of sonnets, i’ve recently gotten into those and am working on a collection of dark sonnets. the unedited and work in progress version of the collection is posted on my profile and titled “i am nobody’s child”. one of the major things that impact my writing is psychology/sociology and human nature(s), which i’ve been finding extremely intriguing and interesting as of late. i’ve found a lot of my recent pieces to be affected or centered around human nature and fear. a little hint to recognize my writing: look for something that’s way too wordy and descriptive and for roman-numeraled headers that are really just big metaphors. i love these headers with my whole being and if you try to take them from me i will nom you.
on a similar note, i’m also working on a portfolio for applying to a high school for creative writing! just like my novel, the process of creating my portfolio hasn’t really budged much… i am definitely struggling with a writing slump. fingers crossed i get my spark back!
in terms of reading, my favorite book series is currently the naturals by jennifer lynn barnes. fantasy, romance, and mystery are my favorite genres! a few honorable mentions in terms of favorite books go to powerless by lauren roberts, heartless by marissa meyers, and the inheritance games by jennifer lynn barnes. yes, my book recommendations are completely unoriginal but i swear i have some interesting reads lol! i’m currently reading lightlark by alex alister (SO GOOD ALREADY BTW!!) and six of crows. i’m so excited to finish both but i have been putting off six of crows because it’s so difficult to get into. i’m a really fast reader (i think). i often brag about having read harry potter for the first time in second grade and finishing each book in about 1-2 hours. since then, i’ve read the series about 18 plus times (and i haven’t even touched the series in the last two years). so in case you couldn’t tell, i’m a huge potterhead. i’m a hufflepuff and my patronus is a lynx!
don’t worry though- reading and writing aren’t my only hobbies. i’m also in musical theater and brazilian jiu jitsu. i’ve done both since i was four years old and have never looked back. i’m currently on my thirteenth (i think) production in musical theater, which is mary poppins! i play mrs. brill. a few of my favorite roles i’ve played so far are zazu in lion king, dory in finding nemo, and gingy/sugarplum fairy in shrek. as for bjj, i’m a yellow-white belt and have competed in way too many tournaments to count. both programs have been a huge part of my life ever since starting. i’ve also had the honor and opportunity to participate in a performance for large sponsors and alumni of my theater/dance program, where they pull kids from both! it’s kinda a long story lol.
finally two of my niche (tehe) hobbies: counting the number of “so”s my math teacher says in a period (this week’s average is 150) and (enter in sky from three hours later) i actually have no clue what i was gonna write.
anyway. i also do track during track season at school! i’ve been on the track team the last two years and have ran the same events both years (girls four times one hundred relay and the four hundred meter dash). it’s safe to say that this year i’m not going to try and avoid the four hundred and go for the two hundred instead- asthma is not particularly kind to me. (not to mention i’m also ridiculously short!)
i’ve been on scratch for about two years now, if you don’t count making random games on some old account for some program thingy where we made a bunch of (really low quality games). WE JUST PASSED ONE THOUSAND WORDS YAYY! okay- back on track and let me wrap this up real quick lol. i’m part of the writing, scratch writing camp, and aesthetic communities. i actually started off in the roleplay comm before beginning to post my writing on my main. please do me a favor and don’t look at those old pieces… you may have nightmares about their awfulness.
finally, just a few facts about me! i love school and my favorite subject is english (ofc). i’m currently taking zero period so that i can have two electives (choir and spanish). a few of my favorite musical artists are gracie abrams (i went to the the secret of us deluxe tour in august for my birthday!), taylor swift, devon gabriella, conan gray, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, lauren spencer-smith, benson boone, avery anna, sadie jean, beabadoobee, tate mcrae, lizzie mcalpine, griff, sydney rose, and alessi rose. GO LISTEN TO THE GARDEN BY DEVON GABRIELLA RIGHT NOW PLEASE!! i’m a major good riddance and this is what it feels like fan (amongst others such as the garden, folklore, emails i can’t send, and more)! as for musicals, epic the musical, wicked, lion king, newsies, and hamilton will always have a special place in my heart. i’m going to watch six soon and i’m super excited for that as well!
i also love watching football so much! philadelphia eagles fan for lifee right here oh my goshh!! i used to play softball but lowk sucked lol. i root for every philly team (but no i don’t live in philly lol) you won’t catch me watching regular season baseball by my own accord and i will never watch basketball unless i have nothing else to do. Yay!
okay i think this is it so i’m gonna wrap up here so you don’t have to read my yap anymore! thank you so much to all the hosts and (co)leaders for bringing swc to life again for this session! THRILLER FOR THE WINNN!!!
xoxo, sky

whoa wait thread 87 like 86/87 like alnst round 1 what



Chai's swc thread!!


✧ dailies ✧
✦ ❝daily 3❠
✦ ❝daily 4❠
✦ ❝daily 6❠
✦ ❝daily 7❠
✦ ❝daily 10❠


✧ weeklies ✧
✦ ❝weekly 1 thread❠


✧ word wars ✧
✦ ❝Can we stay like this for a little bit longer?❠


✧ total word count ✧
❝6109❠

(technically not late for me) 1k intro!- daily 1- fairy tales- 2025

Cat checked the swc main cabin, and looked at her screen in surprise.
“Wait, we have to write a 1000 word intro on the first day?”
She didn't want to write that much since she had just gotten back from a con. Sure it was fun, but she didn't really have much time or energy to write! Her legs were aching, and she still felt like she was there, but in reality she wasn’t. She still remembers meeting her new friends there, and hanging out with other alien stage cosplayers. At least the day wasn't over yet… (for her, at least). She opened a blank google doc, her fingers hovering over the computer and quickly got to work on writing her intro…

Hi! It's nice to meet you all!
I'm Cat/kitty/mizuki (I don't really care what you call me) :3
I use she/they/mew/mews pronouns, I’m in middle school, and I identify as catgender, aroace, and ficto(romantic/sexual)!
(Yes this is all valid)

Okay what next?
She started thinking about all the fandoms that she’s in…
Let’s see…

Fandoms are a big part of who I am and I love project sekai, alien stage, twisted wonderland, anime (main fandoms are puella magi madoka magica and toilet bound hanako kun), and manga!! I also like light novels, and stories that are depressing and cute at the same time, so that's one of the reasons why one of my favorite authors is yuru Sumino, the author of At night I become a monster, I want to eat your pancreas, and I had that same dream again!

Speaking of things I like, let's talk about vocaloid! My favorite vocaloid is Rana, and I think she is very underrated! In pjsk my favorite characters are mizuki, and minori! They are my favorite characters since they are so bright, cheerful, and cute. I relate to mizuki since she’s upbeat, yet she has secrets that she doesn’t tell anyone about. My favorite alnst characters are Mizi,Sua, and Hyuna!! I like their designs, and their personalities. I really think Sua should have been in the series more, in my opinion, since she's such an interesting character!


Another big part of me is cosplay! Cosplaying and going to cons, is a huge part of who I am. Being at cons makes me feel like myself, more you know? I have been to so many cons I even forgot how many! My favorite cosplay is probably my bake no hana mizuki cosplay, because the event is my favorite pjsk event and the event just brings out so many emotions in me.

I just got into Twst recently, ( just before the anime came out btw),and my favorite characters are Chenya, Lilla, and Riddle!! They are just so cute, and love all their different aesthetics!
Chenya’s mischievous nature, Lilla’s childness, and Riddle’s strict and kind personality is what makes me like them a lot.

I also like to sing, and I'm in choir, which might surprise people who know me in real life. My favorite song that we have sung so far is ‘The moon’ or ‘Dreamkeeper’! They are my favorite songs, because of the lyrics, like the moon is about a person who watches the moon and waits for it, and dreamkeeper is based on the langston huges poem, and I think the poem is very interesting! There is something poetic about words that have deep meaning behind them.

I also like shoujo and yuri anime specifically and my favorite yuri ship is Minomizu, while my favorite yuri series are bloom into you, and stardust telepath! They have been the inspiration for some of my characters, actually, and I really like soft and cute stories.

Some other manga series I like are menhera chan and mieroko chan! I like mieroko chan since it is creepy, but also in a cute artstyle. I also like danaganronpa, and my favorite characters are toko (I also kin her), komaru, kotoko, monaca, chiaki, chihiro, and mikan!
I also yumeship with Mizuki, minori, toko, Chenya, Emu, nene, and Saki!! (selective sharing for all, except for Chenya, emu, saki, and nene who I platonically yumeship with)
I feel like if they were real, I would hang out with them all the time.

Speaking of kinning, some other characters that I kin are, Mafuyu, Kanade, menhera chan, tomoko (watamote), komi (kcc),
failure boy (ebyl), orpita (ebyl), and kohane!
I'm really shy, which is why I relate to characters that are also shy!
I struggle with opening up, but once you get to know me, I am really fun to be around! Seeing characters like me makes me feel like I'm not alone.
Some other fandoms that I’m in are omori, everything but your life, and little witch academia, which was actually my first anime! Some other webtoons that I like are rainbow, space boy, hooky, and magical boy!

I'm also planning on playing love angel syndrome and needy streamer overload soon! Both of them look cute, and creepy at the same time, like when I played Doki doki literature club, a while back. ( I even have a natsuki cosplay, and a bunch of plushies even though I never actually finished the game since I was too scared,)
Of course we’ve been talking about my interests for too long.

Some of my favorite genres that I like to write are: romance, hurt/comfort, fanfic, and more! Writing is a way for me to express all my feelings in a magical way.

Anyways…Oh… looks like it's time for the intro to end!

Cat paused. The intro was almost over, yet there were still so many words she needed to write!
With a soft smile, she continued typing the last words:

So yeah, that's me, Cat! A cat-girl who loves anime, manga, video games, and the yami kawaii aesthetic!
Feel free to ask me questions about any of my interests!
Well, see you next time!
It was now a few hours later and she had finally finished.
And then, she stopped typing, the glow of the laptop illuminating the dark office space that her dad uses.

Flower daily - 581 words

Flowers have more substance than you

The flowers smouldered. They glowed.
They burnt.
Their light bathed the valley like a sunset,
gilded armour enshrouding it in…
flame. Destruction.

Funny, the flames were the same colour as
the sunflowers that were once-
alive. Beautiful.
But now are just ashes
like the ashes of our love.
We once ran through a field of sunflowers
and I felt like a little girl again,
free. Happy.
It felt like I was surrounded by sunrise
and the hope that brought.
You picked one, told me it was glowing
like the colour of my hair.
Funny, that same colour is the colour of
flames.
You wrapped your hand round mine,
placing the flower in it.
You told me it was for
happiness. Loyalty.
Load of good that was.

Your heart is as good as
gold. Flames.

The flowers blazed. They glowed red
and angry. Oh, so angry.
Anger, that reminds me of -
arguments. Fights.
You would shout and scream
and I would hold back tears because I am
brave. Strong.
And you would not hold me back
even if you tried
at least I could hold back.
You never did.
And I would turn away from you in bed
blinking back
tears. Truths.
Because you will never see me cry over you.
And then you would get up early the next morning
and cry with regret? Love?
Guilt?
And I would arise to freshly baked cookies
and a vase full of forget me nots.
Because you didn’t want me to forget you.
Because forget me nots are for
memories and
True.
Love.
Funny, it’s almost like those memories were never
real. Safe.
Forget me not?
More like forget you yes.

Your love is as true as
ash. Coals.

The ashes glowed. They settled.
They faded.
The occasional petal escaped the inferno
peaking through with colour.
Red rose petals, the ones you might scatter
in a bathtub.
‘Love’, ‘passion’, ‘beauty’.
What’s left of them when the flowers are burnt?
Certainty no love in destruction
other than the love of heat.
No passion
other than the roaring flame.
No beauty
except the flickering. But that too is
transient. Gone.
And no matter how many vases of flowers
you leave out, they can be ashes just as easily
as the sun sets.
What good is a bunch of peonies
when beauty fades
like the beauty of your heart faded
or was it always black ashes hidden beneath
the gold casing and passionate heat
that suffocated me, burned me slowly
because giving me a bunch of fragile flowers
but not truth
doesn’t mean we will be happy forever.
What good is a vase of iris
to send me a message
when I don’t want to hear your lies anymore.
So maybe I’ll use them for the wisdom
I gained in seeing the truth
but why couldn’t I have seen it sooner?
How stupid did I have to be?
How manipulated?
How -
maybe I’ll use them for courage
because I left.

The ashes fly away. They flicker.
They float.
And eventually
as they go through the air
the wind picks them up softly
caresses them
like love.
And as the sun rises,
filling the air with the soft pink of roses
and love,
a fragment of ash lands on a pond
sending ripples,
disrupting the cold, calm surface
that hides secrets
Another lands on the cherry blossom tree
whose blossoms float like ash.

Cherry blossoms for beauty
and transience
and
renewal.

Renewal, like
fire burning through
countless bouquets.

Denial Writing Archive November 2025

I like jigglypuff, lotm, orv, and lout of the count's family . I also stole this from skylar

Book Directory:
Daisy: Prologue, 4 (Not finished),
Maril: Chapters 1, 3, and 5
Probably the most complete chapters as of now, still subject to change. The file contents in chapter 1 are definitely changing though lol
Derrick: Chapter 2 (Not finished), 6

Daily Logs
Note: Some chapters are still unfinished and wip. Really only the prologues is finished lol, but you can see the writing process early here!

01 ┊ Daily link 1077 words, has some colloquialisms if you wanna be mean >
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03 ┊ Chapter 1 (Jellyfish Daily): Maril 626 words uhhh may not wanna add the hashtags
04 ┊ Chapter 2 (Song Daily): Derrick 460 words!
05 ┊Chapter 2 (part 2, word wars!): Derrick 200 words!
Chapter 3 (word wars with sandy ) Maril 453 words!
Chapter 3 part 2 (word wars I LOST AGAIN BRO) Maril 218 words
Chapter 3 part 3 + Chapter 4 (word wars, how to win ples help) Maril/Daisy 411 words
Chapter 4 part 2 (word war hopefully i win) Daisy 334 words
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Jigglypuff

Not late for me! It's still 11:39 PM as of writing this (PST gang rise up!)
1k Word introduction here we go!

I'm Denial (though others accidentally call me by my actual name, and that is as much of a hint that I'll give you for this lol), and this is my first time ever at SWC! I got peer pressured into this when playing DND and Clocktower with friends (*cough *cough, Sandy, Hope, Mousey, and others that I unfortunately do not have the time to mention since I kinda procrastinated on this by going to a party).

I go by he/him, and my favorite things to do are reading light novels, playing chess, playing League and other games (help), and hopefully typing things up in SWC! Recently, I built a computer (if you’re wondering about the specs, it’s a 7600X, 9070 XT, Thermalright AIO, 32 GB, 3 TB, and a bunch of RGB, lol). My main character trait is that I’m always listening to music, like I have IEMs (in ear monitors, I have artti t10) and a DAC (digital audio converter, I have a TRN Black Pearl) and they are constantly blasting music in my ear throughout the day (even during labs…). Aside from that, I like to hang around with friends (joke around, maybe make a your mom joke, although that was a lot more prevalent when I was like 15-17 and may have annoyed man,y many people with them).

As for music… let's just say I listen to a lot of EDM. By EDM, I don't just mean like, regular club music, more like pretty hardcore EDM (arcaea, game music, and such). If you want to check out some artists, I’d recommend Sakuzyo, EPIA, Zekk, Camellia, t+pazolite, and Laur (just look up the top songs in Arcaea). Sakuzyo will always be the goat for me, unironically, since they were the first EDM artist I listened to (I don’t really count Alan Walker, since his isn’t hardcore EDM). As for other genres, I don’t really listen to rap, and it’s mostly just anime theme songs, or game music (League of Legends World’s songs go HARD).

Speaking of games and anime, my favorite games are League of Legends, Valorant, Super Smash Bros., chess, and Roblox (yes, I still play Roblox; no, it’s not weird). I have a love-hate relationship with League and Valorant, and I think Smash Bros. is quite literally the only game I’ve ever raged at aside from Bullet Chess, which is surprising considering how rage-inducing League and Valorant are for others. Bullet chess was mostly me hating myself (I’m pretty high rated, so sometimes I’ll go against like FMs/WFMs and absolutely throw). I think I tilted down to like 1900 and quit lol. As for smash… I hate that stupid robot (R.O.B. is an abomination that should be sent to the 9 hells). I’m not very good at League and Valorant, and as for Roblox… It’s mostly just tower defense games.

For Anime/TV shows, I used to watch SOOOO much supernatural (Kevin Tran, my goat), but other than that, I haven’t really finished a series. Maybe Seinfeld was funn,y but other than that it’s mostly just anime, such as Moriarty the Patriot, Lord of the mysteries (I finished the novel it’s so good!), and To Be Hero X recently. My favorite anime has got to be lord of the Mysteries, as it is an adaptation of one of my favorite light novels. I have fairly good knowledge of anime and TV shows, but it’s definitely not encyclopedic or anything. That’s reserved for light novels!

Hey, what do you know, we’re on light novels now! I’ve actually only read three of them since I just got into them, and in the course of a year, I’ve read omniscient reader’s viewpoint (ORV), lout/trash of the count’s family (TCF), and lord of the mysteries (LOTM). I tried Overgeared but man, that was just weird… The other 3 were peak fiction though! If I were to give you a rating, I’d say lord of the Mysteries is the best throughout, with volume 1 having the best ending I’ve ever read, ORV has a nice beginning, and a banger middle through endgame, while Trash of the Count’s family has the BEST end fight and climaxes, but the build-up is kind of slow. Overall, I recommend reading all of them. Next up on my list would be Circle of Inevitability (LoTM 2), Reverend Insanity, Heaven’s Official Blessing, and Shadow Slave (not in that particular order, but I don’t know yet).

Finally, onto one thing I plan to do later on this fall… not die from midterms? I don’t really know or have much planned this fall, I’m saving it all or the winter when I hopefully go to an annual trip to ski with friends! I don’t really do much in the fall (though I did just go trick-or-treating), mostly just survive throughout the school year. I did buy Photoshop though (it’s only $15 a year for students!) so I’m going to try and Photoshop an ORV wallpaper for myself.

I’m a pretty big Persona fan (my favorite is #4), and I’m kinda sad I didn’t get to go to the Persona-themed cabin (it’s fine, I don’t actually like 5 as much as I do 4 due to the gang in 4 just being so much more likeable imo). That said, roleplaying seems pretty fun (I did try to DM a few games of DnD and I have played a bit), so I am extremely excited as to what’s next in SWC and action cabin! As a person who doesn’t really write that much, it is sort of tiring to get to a 1000 words here, but I guess I need to know how to write a lot if I ever want to make a light novel, which is something that I hopefully plan on doing! I have a basis for it, where it is set in a world sort of like Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure where people have cool abilities such as changing the effect of gravity on others, but I don’t have a general plot. Hopefully I can figure that out later!

Anyways, thank you for reading my yap session and onto the next daily as it is 11:59 PM and I procrastinated way too much for this! (I gave myself like 20 minutes for this).

DAILY 2/11/25
(flower daily)

I pressed flat against the willow, barely daring to move my head lest she see me. Her movements kept to a staccato rhythm, and every time she snapped a stem, it echoed faintly across the clearing. Pick a flower, drop it in the basket. Pick a flower, drop it in the basket. So this was where she got the flowers in her braid from. It was almost a pity I’d followed her all this way for… what, some flowers? I stifled a groan as my neck cramped and slowly pulled back to give it a rest.

Leaves crunched on the other side of the creek. I whipped my head out so fast she could’ve seen me, panicked, and pulled back. She crept along the river’s edge - making it really annoying to follow her - and took a small, dark red book from her basket. Sitting on a flat rock, she opened the book and took another look at her flowers. Was she… what, checking they were the right ones? I couldn’t even take a closer look. She was facing towards me; one step and I’d be busted. But maybe if I just… leaned forward… I could catch the gold lettering on the front- wait, I had a binocular in my bag. I slowly reached in, dragging the tube out and bringing it to my eye. I closed one eye and centered the lens on the book.

She was moving around, but I could just make out ‘The Language… The Language of Flowers.’ Yes, that was it. Her own language? What, wasn’t she a market kid? We already had our own language. Red was love, blue was hate, and if it was spiky you were really in trouble. By the look of that chestnut braid, she had some real mixed feelings about herself… Then again, she wasn’t really a market kid. She just kind of watched us. I stepped back-

CRUNCH.

She glanced up and froze.

And… beckoned me over.

Slowly, cautiously, I crept out of my hiding place and jumped over the creek, leaves crunching conspicuously under my feet. No hiding my intentions now.

“Uh… hi,” I half-whispered, not wanting to break the silence.

“Hi.” She looked away, toying with a droopy white flower.

“So, uh… what’s the deal with the flowers and all?”

“My mum taught me about the flowers.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “She gave me this book so I knew what all of them meant. I wear them in my hair to show how I’m feeling.”

“So what do they all mean? The ones in your hair.”

She gestured at the ones on her head. “I wear these every day to keep them close to me. The bluebell-” she pointed to a blue tube-like flower- “means constancy.” She pointed at a cluster of tiny white flowers. “This is elder blossom. It means compassion. The purple one is an everlasting pea - yeah, see the bean thing in the middle? That’s remembrance.”

“That’s so cool! Like you have a secret language or something. Hey, can you teach me?” I tugged at my hair, trying to get the waves to reach past my chin. “Eh, I’ll just grow it out.”

She laughed like a tinkling bell. “The market kids will tease you for years.”

“What, don’t reckon flowers look good on boys? Hey, which one means ‘you’re an idiot?’ I’ll wear that one every day.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Well, this pink one means ‘beware’.”

“Ha! They’ll all think I love them. Hey, what’s the one in your hand?”

“You should have it. It’s a snowdrop. It means hope.”


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02.11.25 ★ Flower Daily
623/500 words

Kitty stepped into her dressing room, her soft slippers sinking into the plush carpet. She looked around the dimly lit room, from the armchair in the corner and the dazzling lights dotted around the mirror. A small vase of flowers sat at the side of her dressing table, and she nodded in approval.

“Queen's Rocket,” she murmured, “quite a fashionable choice.”

As soon as her team left her to get ready for her concert, she sank into her chair quietly. Kitty was really, really, tired, and she didn't exactly feel healthy enough to perform with 50 others for two hours straight, but that's what was expected of her, so she chugged down some water, crossed her fingers, and hoped for the best. As she slipped into her uncomfortable dress and had her face powdered on and makeup applied (because in showbiz you must not show your “true beauty”) Kitty got ready to perform the songs she loved writing.

The fans had been with her from the start, and they deserved this. She only wished that the haters didn't think that they deserved her attention because of their negativity, too.

Kitty and the 50 in her cast got ready behind the curtain, and there was no time for Kitty's heart to race or for her to feel nervous because the starting music played, and soon enough, she was singing her heart out. She and the dancers executed every move perfectly, wowing the audience with their smiles and synchronisation, and as the cheering came to an end and the lights dimmed, Kitty stepped backwards into the darkness and smiled. There was no feeling quite like this.

After a pause to savour the moment, Kitty was ushered back to change out of her costume. “At ease, happy, elegant. This is what the fans will expect of you,” a voice was saying behind her, and Kitty whipped around in shock. “Fans?” she asked, trailing off a little at hearing the croak in her throat.

“Yes, Katherine, fans. We don't think that this tour has been connecting with the audience, and we need to have consistently booked out stadiums to be a true success. Either, you work harder, or you leave the luxury of your dressing room earlier and smile for your fans a little bit. Got it?”

“Mhm,” Kitty mumbled, feeling a strange worry in her stomach. Had she not already been working hard enough? Then again, there was no time to ponder over this, or even think for herself a little bit, because her coat had already been slipped on and she had been pushed to the door, her bodyguard close behind her.

Stepping out into the wet, rainy night, the flashes from the paparazzi shielded her from seeing properly, and as they click click clicked like their life depended on it, Kitty lost her footing a little on one of the steps. Thankfully, a hand stopped her from stumbling, and she looked up to thank them.

The person was a young woman, with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled widely, and pushed a bouquet of flowers into Kitty's arms. Tulips. The flowers of fame.

“Kitty,” she started, and Kitty stopped. Although it was her preferred name, no-one ever called her Kitty, all she heard was the endless Katherine, make sure this and Katherine, you need to do that, so she turned back to the fan and answered gently.

“Yes?”

“Kitty,” the girl repeated, “how I wish I had a life like yours. How did you do it?”

“Are you sure?,” Kitty started, “Show business is nothing like how you'd imagine-”

Interviewers were crowding her now, and Kitty hurriedly pressed an oleander in the girl's palm, a small sign with a bigger meaning.

Beware.

Ashleigh's Writing Folder November '25

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1. Nov 3rd, 422 words - https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/848384/?page=1#post-8801292
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The weather was good that day. Which wasn’t a surprise, considering the city was called Sunshine Bay after all - it would be ironic if it rained all the time. But today was special. Makayla had just finished her final A Level exam, and was gazing up at the bright blue sky. She thought she had done well, and if all went well, she’d be off to study law in the new academic year.

She took one last glance at the school she’d spent the better part of her life in, knowing she’d likely never come back, bar results day. Regardless, Makayla walked home, feeling a sense of relief and freedom at the fact.

Today, her usual route seemed to be in full bloom. It was almost mid summer, after all, and Makayla was enjoying the last walk to school. As she walked, she could see flowers all around her, from the gardens of the residential streets she walked past down to the public parks she walked by on her way to school. At the same time, a vivid memory of her friend, Estelle, teaching her about Victorian flowers popped into her head.

“And this,” Estelle said, swiping left on her phone to show a photo of a snowdrop, “is a snowdrop.”

Makayla sighed. “I know what a snowdrop looks like, Estelle.”

“I know!” Estelle replied with a smile on her face. “But it represents hope. It’s really cool.” Estelle swiped on her phone again, this time showing Makayla a picture of a flower she didn’t recognise. “Oh! This is Elder Blossom, it represents compassion.”

Makayla saw a photo of a bunch of small white flowers on long stems. “It looks pretty.”

“It is pretty!” Estelle replied, before showing Makayla yet another photo. This one was of a bouquet of several flowers which Makayla didn’t recognise, but it was arranged in a very pretty way.

“The bouquet is very pretty,” Makayla remarked.

Estelle smiled shyly, something she almost never did, which made Makayla know that Estelle took the compliment genuinely.

“Oh… uh, thank you,” Estelle said. “I made it myself when helping my mum out with some things for her flower shop.”

“You did a very good job of it. I’d happily display that in my own home.”

“Oh, really?” Estelle seemed somewhat surprised. “I… thank you. But you need to know what this means! These Everlasting flowers represent attachment and the goldenrod here represents encouragement.” Estelle pointed to two different yellow flowers that made up part of the bouquet. “And the sweet pea flowers here represent departure. And the Osmunda here represents dreams. It was made for someone’s wedding.”

“I never knew you knew so much about flower arranging,” Makayla said. “It sounds very interesting. Maybe you should be a florist one day.

Estelle smiled. “Well my mother is a florist… but I think I want to pursue art instead.”

Makayla nodded. “I hope you can too.”

Makayla smiled at the memory, noticing the sweet pea flowers blooming in someone’s front garden. They represented departure, which Makayla thought was fitting for her life as it was now. On the other side of the summer, she would be off into the big wide world at university, departing from her childhood as she knows it.

The next garden over had some Osmunda growing in it, which Makayla thought was slightly unusual for a front garden, but hey. It is what it is and she shouldn’t be criticising other people’s opinions. They meant… dreams, didn’t they? Once again, it seemed rather fitting for the occasion. And here she was, walking the path to her dreams. (If all went well, that is.)

A flash of white caught Makayla’s eye as she passed by another front garden. It looked like a snowdrop, but it couldn’t be since it was the middle of summer. And yet, here it was. Snowdrops represented hope, didn’t they? A hope for the future, a bright future ahead?

Makayla thought it was rather fitting that she’d found all of these plants today, the day of her final exam. Departure, dreams, and hope.

She thought of Estelle once again, and sent her a message:

Last exam done!!!
I hope we can still talk after we go to university
Also, look what I found!!
(Sent 1 photo - IMAGE_20130613)

awww i forgot to claim an early megathread post - ig I'll be starting here lol

Dailies:
Nov 2 | 645 words | link
Nov 7 | 532 words | link


Weeklies:
week 1 | 1084 words | link
week 2 | word count | link

Word Wars:
–Artsy_Alt– | 2 minutes w/o prompt | 206 words | link
z3phy_th3_cr4zy | 2 minutes w/prompt | 201 words | link
KitVMH | seven minutes w/prompt | 694 words | link

Other:
cabin wars rambling | 965 words | link
switching perspectives writing dare | 317 words| link

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flowers used: ambrosia, daisy, lavender

I looked down at the faded ambrosia, wilting under the rays of sun coming through the window. It had been three weeks since he left me. Barely any explanation, just this flower and the note:

“My dearest Daisy,
Though I already know this will become
one of my most deepest regrets, I must
continue on this journey of life without
you. I'm sorry I cannot explain this to
you further, but I cannot burden you by
taking you with me. If something were
to happen, I would never forgive
myself. I know this must seem like
torture right now, and I know I'm a
coward for not telling you face to face,
but hopefully one day you'll understand.”


Ironically enough, I don't understand, and the sting of his betrayal cut deeper than anything else. Had he genuinely thought he was sparing me in doing this? He was only sparing himself. Yet, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to let go of the flower. Surely there had to be something more, some better reason than this! Or maybe that's just what I wish. Even so, the flower stays, laid out on my table, faded in the sunlight and from my tears. How is one meant to carry on without closure? I swallow hard. Enough of this. I need to move on. Suddenly, with newfound energy, I look around the room for something, anything, to distract me. My eyes fall upon the recipe book in the kitchen. Maybe I could learn how to cook, now that I didn't have anything occupying my days - now that I no longer have him in all my days. No. I try to shake myself out of that mindset - this is for me, not for anyone else. I flip open the recipe book: Lavender Lemon Cookies - perfect for what I needed right now. I took my apron off the hangar and got to work. Sugar, flour, butter, lemon juice and baking soda made a citrus-y dough. I shaped the cookies nicely, and got ready to make a glaze. As I opened the lavender extract, I was hit with a refreshing, relaxing aroma. It smelled like a new beginning to me. The powdered sugar, lavender, and milk came together quite nicely, and now all there was to do was wait. Waiting. I'd done a whole lot of that lately. Waiting around for him to come back, waiting for another letter, another flower, waiting for any sign of him, waiting for someone to come back and tell me it was all a joke. Then, waiting for the hurt, the rage, the sadness to go away, waiting for everything, all the noises, the feelings, the emptiness, to just stop. Now, finally, just waiting for peace, waiting to heal, and still, waiting for closure. I know there's more to this, there just has to be. I thought he would never leave me like that - but maybe he would. I stood in front of the oven holding the letter, as my timer rang. I jumped to open the oven, and take out the cookies. More waiting now, waiting for them to cool. As I wait, I reread the letter one more time. Maybe I need to forget about the past, forget about him, and all of it. All the waiting is clearly getting me nowhere. I step towards my fireplace, the cookies momentarily forgotten. I let the smoky air fill my lungs, and then let it out again. With a trembling hand, I hold the paper towards the flame, just close enough for the embers to flick and fizzle out on it. I close my eyes, ready to burn the past once and for all. But just as I open my eyes to drop the paper, I notice something that wasn't there before - a secret message, now appearing on the back of the paper.