✈️ 07/05/25 ○ Not Saying the Name Of the Product ○ 318 words ○ 200 points

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

This thing is made of a glorious material, forged in flame. The material is then carefully crafted into the correct shape, usually with a mold of some sort, and then is cooled. A handle is attached at some point during this process, and then the glorious creation is complete.
It can be a ton of different sizes, ranging from ridiculously tiny to scarily huge. The biggest one is around nine feet.
This glorious creation can also come in a ton of different colors– most common are silver and black, but copper is also popular, and it is very possible to have really any color at all for it, ranging from white to blue to purple to red. The customizability only adds to the many perks of owning one of these amazing creations.
Speaking of the many perks, what can you do with one of these, you ask? Firstly, it can be used as a decoration. Any home is a little brighter with one (or two. Or twenty) of these hanging around, from being a flowerpot to being a wall hanging to holding random items, there is nothing it can’t do.
Secondly, it can be used for cooking. Since it was created in searingly hot flames, the heat from a stovetop won’t melt it, like it would several other things. Because of this, you can easily warm, fry, or burn food in this with not too much effort.
Thirdly, and most importantly, it can be used as a weapon. Featured as such in popular media, this versatile tool is ideal for knocking out your opponents, blocking attacks, and counterattacking, by any means you can think of.
As a bonus, it’s also a great musical instrument, so there’s no downside to this glorious creation!! If you don’t have one (or two. Or twenty.), immediately go and get one, for a life without one is a sad and boring life indeed.

✈️ 08/01/25 ○ Weekly Four ○ 3032 words total ○ 3525 points

with extension!

DISCLAIMER this was written on an airplane and finished at my cousin's house so it's lowkey genuinely bad sjkldfjklfsd so please ignore all horrendous typos and other errors I'm sorry :'D



✈️ Part One: Outline ○ 303 words

Setup:
Two siblings wake up in a fantasy world with no clear memory of how they got there. One of the siblings sees this new world as an incredible and beautiful place, and the other sees it as twisted and evil, and is cautious at every turn.

Rising Action:
The siblings explore, and the new world tries to present itself as a beautiful wonderland, but the one sibling sees right through all of it. The other one is completely tricked however, and slowly falls prey to the world without knowing it, and by the time the other sibling is ben=ginning to notice it, it’s far too late.

Midpoint:
The siblings argue over the world, fiercey debating if it’s evil or not, and neither one even giving the other’s points a chance– the sspicious sibling because they know that they’re right and the other sibling because the world is poisioning their mind. They storm off in different directions and get seperated.

Stakes increase:
The one sibling slowly falls prey to the world, and only too late realizes that it’s evil. The other finds a group of people just like them who didn’t trust the world but are now trapped there, and they have an entire city. They’re decently happy there, but eventually they decide to go back to find their sibling.

Climax:
The two siblings find each other again and in a desperate battle try to win back the mind of the one that was too trusting, but they fail. The other sibling has to escape.

Falling action:
The one sibling’s mind is lost forever, and the other one leaves to go back to the city

Resolution:
The other sibling reaches the city and never looks back, hoping to find a home there, but also longing to go back to the real world.



✈️ Part Two: Exposition ○ 333 words

When Taylor opened her eyes, she instantly knew that something was wrong. For starters, she was in a forest.
She sat up and winced- her shoulder hurt a lot, but as she tried to remember why, she found… she couldn’t. As she scanned her surroundings, she searched her mind for anything thst she remembered. All she could get was:
Her name was Taylor.
This was not where she belonged.
And she had a sister.
Her sister! Taylor looked around again, and spotted her laying in the leaves. She hadn’t woken up yet. Taylor checked her for a pulse just in case before she stood. The forest they were standing in was dark, but the more she looked the more bright colors she saw. A spalsh of pink from a flower. Red from a fruit. Green from the trees. But the more she looked at it… the colors were almost too bright. Fake. Something about this places was… off.
She didn’t have any time to speculate further, because her sister woke up.
“Taylor?”
“Yeah?” She said, turning around.
“Where… are we?”
“I don’t know. Some-”
“OOOO LOOK!!!” She gasped, “Flowers!!”
“Emily wait-” Taylor started, but Emily was already across the clearing. Taylor crossed it slowly, and when she got there, Emily was staring deeply at it, murmuring at how beautiful it was.
“Emi, you shouldn’t just run away like that,” She sighed. Emily just hummed distractedly in response, which made Taylor pause.
“Emi?”
No response.
“Emi.” Taylor said firmly, and Emily finally looked up.
“Yeah?”
“You can’t just-” Taylor froze. Emily’s eyes, which were normally big and blue and bright, were swirled slightly with pink. The same shade as the flower. She looked her over for any other changes, but found nothing, which was reliving. Her blonde hair was still blonde and her skin was still pale and covered in freckles.
“What?” Emily asked, sounding annoyed.
“You- don’t look at that flower anymore. It’s turning your eyes colors.”
“What? Don’t be silly,” Emily laughed.



✈️ Part Three: Story + Elements ○ 2228 words

✈️ elements + plot planning:
New Character (rising action)
Plot Twist (midpoint)
Breaking the Fourth Wall (stakes increase)
Symbolism (whole story; pink flowers)
Diary Selection (end, from Taylor)

✈️story:

“She’s right, you know. You shouldn’t be so silly. It’s just a harmless little quirk those flowers have.”
Taylor whipeed around at the sound of a voice- a young man was standing there, wearing a suit. The suit looked nice enough, but on closer inspection she could see that it was a dirty mess of lots of colors, sloppily sewen into the suit. There were holes at the elbows, and the flower corsage in his pocket was wilted. She noticed that some of the misallaneious fabric pieces that made up his suit were cleaner than others, and some were completley threadbare. His eyes were hidden in the shadow of his bangs and hat.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Absolutely. Let her enjoy the floawrs if she wants. No need to be so fussy.”
The way he said it put her off, and she shook her head.
“No, I don’t think so. Why don’t we go explore the rest of the forest instead of looking at one tiny flower?”
“Okay!” Emi agreed, standing up. Her eyes were defintely swirled with pink.
They made their way off into the forest, and the boy followed. Taylor rounded on him.
“Why are you following us? Leave us alone.”
“Oh, let him come. He seems nice enough,” Emi smiled.
“No! He could be a total creep for all we know!” Taylor snapped, shocked her sister’s stranger danger had evaporated.
“We don’t even know his name,” Taylor hissed. Emi shrugged and turned to him.
“What’s your name?”
“Ryn.”
“Nice to meet you! I’m Emily,” She smiled. The smirk that flashed across Ryn’s face when she said her name was something Taylor really didn’t like. This place clearly wasn’t normal, and she had read enough fairy tales to know that giving out your name was a bad thing.
“And this is my sister T-”
“TATE.” Taylor said, “My name’s Tate.”
Emly raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and Ryn seemed to accept this decently enough.
“Well, now that we know each other, shall we continue on with you getting hopelessly lost?”
“What’s that suppossed to mean?” Taylor demanded.
“It means you don’t know this forest at all. I do. Perhaps… you need a guide?”
“N-” Taylor started, but Emily spoke over her.
“Of course! We would love it if you guided us.”
“Very well. Where would you like to go first?”
“Are there fairies?” Emi gasped, and he nodded.
“Naturally. This way.” And with that, he set out into the forest. Emi followed right after him, so Taylor had no choice but to tag along.
As they walked, Ryn would point out stuff along the way, like a certain flower or a magical creature. The more he pointed out, the more excited Emi got, and the more skeptical Taylor became.
“Oh my goodness, that’s rare- look over that and you’ll see a unicorn!” Ryn exclaimed, yanking Taylor out of her thoughts. Emily looked over and gasped in excitement and wonder.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful!!! I’ve always wanted to see a unicorn.”
Taylor saw what they were looking at and did a double take. It was literally an ugly, weather damaged cardbaord cutout that was very vaguely unicorn looking.
“Uh. That’s just an ugly cardboard cutout,” She scoffed, and they both turned to her, looking hurt.
“It clearly is not! Oh my goodness you need to stop being so grumpy. You’re ruining the moment.” Emi huffed. Taylor stared at her as she looked back at the ‘unicorn’. As she watched, something dirty and ugly moved the cutout away until it was gone. Emi was looking at the area wistfully, Ryn had no expression on his face, and Taylor was outraged. How could her sister not see that thing as the ugly cardboard cutout that it was?
Taylor looked back at Ryn, and as he turned away the light caught his face for a moment, and she could have sword she saw a flash of pink…
They kept going, and eventually got to where the fairies were. Ryn wasn’t lying about them, at least, but these things were not the dainty, pretty little creatures in the fairy tales. They were thin and gangly, with slit pupils and fangs for teeth. Their nails were long and sharp, and they had a slightly greenish tint to their skin. They welcomed the three of them graciously, and took them to a clearing with mossy rocks lined up as a table and chairs. The three of them sat, and they put food on the table, except the food looked absolutely horrible. It was dirty and full of grubs and most of them were still moving. They all had one thing in common, though- pink petals.
“Emi, don’t eat th-” But it was too late. Taylor could only watch helplessly as Emi’s eyes went almost completely pink. There was only a thin ring of blue around her pupil that remained. They finished the food, and then Emi turned to her.
“Can I talk to you for a sec? Alone?”
“…Sure?” She said hesitantly, and they stepped away.
“What’s up?” Taylor asked, and Emi’s plesent expression turned into a scowl.
“Look, could you be a little bit more respectful? Ryn is taking his time to show us the froest that he lives in, and it means a lot to him, and you’re just going around calling things ugly cardboard cutouts? The faries graciously prepared a meal, and you refuse to touch any of it? And you avoid being near any of the fairies too? I can’t believe you. You’re never this rude, why… why start now?”
“Because something’s… off. About this place. And about you. You’re-”
“You’re so rude!!! Honestly, I can’t believe you. You haven’t said a nice thing to Ryn this whole time, and you’ve been acusing me of so many stupid things, I just- I can’t with you!!! If this botheres you that much, then just- just leave!!!”
“Fine, I will.” Taylor said coldly, walking away into the forest.

–

As I watched her leave, there was a pause. You know the kind of moment when you realize you did something wrong, or left something somewhere, or said the wrong thing? Yeah. That kind fo feeling. Because there was something deep in my stomach that was saying that maybe she was right, and maybe this was all wrong. But something else in my head whispered no, she was wrong and rude and crazy, and I didn’t know which to believe. In the end, I went back to the faries, because chasing after her would be useless. When I got back, I saw all the food laid out on the table, and then for an instant it changed. I paused, staring, trying to see if it would switch again. It didn’t.
But I could still see the food, the way it had looked in that moment, in my mind. And it looked diggusting. I didn’t sit back down- would you?
Rye seemed to notice my pause and he came to stand beside me.
“Why don’t you go back and sit down?” He asked calmly, and I shook my head. No. I wasn’t going to.
Bubbling up with the disgust I felt was also panic, because I was suddenly realizing that Taylor was right. Why did I trust this random guy, why did I eat fairy food, why why why- it was just wrong. I stepped backwards, away from him, but he stepped forward to match me.
“Emily.” He whispered. It was just my name, but the way he said it… there was power hidden under the word. I froze, rooted to the ground, fighting the battle inside my head to stay myself.
“Emily.” He said again, and my hands started to tremble. I was slipping away.
In the last moments I had in my own mind, I looked into his eyes, and my stomach dropped.
They were the same pink as the flowers.

–

Taylor stumbled through the forest, tears welling up in her eyes. She walked aimlessly, ignoring everything the forest threw her way- whether that was more ugly cardboard cutouts or lots more pink flowers. She walked for what seemed like hours, unti lshe caught a glimpse of something in the trees. Something that looked… not as evil as the rest of the forest. When she got closer, she realized with a jolt that this figure was a boy, and she quickly hid. She didn’t want to deal with the flowers when they could talk through someone again.
It was too late. The boy had heard her, and suddenly he whipped around the tree and raised a spear, seconds away from stabbing it into her skull-
But then he paused.
“Y-you’re like me,” He said, and she looked closer. His eyes were brown. Not pink.
“How did you escape the flowers?” She asked, and he grinned.
“A lot of people do, actually. We have a whole village if you want to come back and meet everyone.”
“A whole village? Is there an option for… you know… people who want to leave this place?” She asked hesitantly. He looked away.
“No one’s made it out yet. But you can still be happy!! There are families there that have lived here for generations. Come on, follow me!”
Reluctantly, she followers him to the village. It was a beautiful place, and he showed her around, introducing her to people.
“And finally, this is Gran! They’re the person that’s been here the longest, so you can ask them any questions you might have.”
Taylor introduced herself to Gran before asking,
“The flowers. Is there any way to… to save someone? That’s been taken over?”
“No,” Gran said softly, “I’m sorry.”
–

It had been about a week, and in that week, a couple things had changed. For starters, memories had begun to leak back into Taylor’s head. And even though Gran had told her that she couldn’t be saved, the thought of her sister weighed heavily on her mind. Eventually, she decided she couldn’t stand it anymore and she went out to find her.
She wandered the forest for hours before she saw someone- but it wasn’t Emi. It was Ryn. He turned around, and Taylor noticed three things at the same time-
First, one of his elbows was patched with new fabric, fabric that looked like a scrap of her sister’s dress.
Second, the dead flower corsage was no longer dead, and was, of course, a pink flower.
Third, his eyes were pink. Had he been a puppet all along?
“Hello, Tate,” He smiled. Taylor grit her teeth.
“Where’s my sister?”
He gestured for her to follow and simply walked away. With an eyeroll, Taylor followed. It wasn’t a trick, he did lead her to her sister, and he watched intently as she approached her.
“Emi? Come on, it’s time to go home. Dinner will be freezing by the time we get back!” She said, quoting something she had always said to her when she was playing outside late. Emi was caught off guard, and looked up sharply.
“Tay, what are you doing here?”
It was only a moment, but it was enough to let Taylor know that her sister was still in there.
“I’m taking you home for dinner,” She tried, but she looked away.
“No you’re not. You’re just another trick of this forest.”
“No, it’s really me! I swear! Look at my eyes.”
Emi complied, and she gasped.
“They’re not pink,” She whispered, and then her shock started to melt off her face as the forest tried to take over again.
“No! Stay with me. Fight it. Think about… dinner! The soups mom always used to make… how good they were… and the ones that dad made…” she internally cheered when her sister’s nose wrinkled. She could remember that their dad’s soups were horrible.
She kept trying, but her sister kept slipping and slipping, and then suddenly she lunged at her. Taylor tried to dodge, but she was too slow, and then she was being held tightly by her sister, being dragged towards a flower. She struggled, but Emi was strong, and it wasn’t working. Her face was pushed closer and closer, and she had just about given up, resigned to the fate of being taken over by the flowers, when…
Thump.
Someone was there, knocking her sister away. Taylor didn’t think twice- she got up and ran, only sparing a quick glance back to see who had saved her.
It was Ryn.

–

Dear Diary,
It’s been three years to this day since I first fell into this world with my sister. I honestly can’t believe how long it’s been- it really feels like shorter.
And longer, when I think about how long it’s been without her. She’s not dead or anything, just still lost to the forest. I go out there and talk to her sometimes, and I haven’t really interacted with Ryn at all since he saved me. He’s been in here way longer than the two of us- I’ve asked around about him. He grew up here. But some part of him is still in there, unlike what the villagers say. They swear that the person that’s taken over is lost forever, but I’ve seen enough to know that that’s not true. Maybe one day I’ll figure out how to save them. Until then, I’ll just keep waiting.
–Taylor.




✈️ Part Four: Conclusion ○ 145 words

Taylor set the pen down and stood, closing her diary. She had kept it every day for nearly three years, documenting what she discovered about the forest and what she didn’t know. She also documented her visits to Emi, and the few times she’d seen Ryn.
As she stepped outside her home (that she had built with the help of the rest of the village), she spotted Finnian, her friend. He was a second generation in the village, and they hung out a lot.
“How’s your sister?” He asked, and she sighed.
“I haven’t seen her in a few weeks. Too busy, and the forest seems angry,” She said, looking away.
There was a long silence, and she glanced over at him.
“You’re lucky that you don’t have any siblings.”
“I do have siblings, actually. One.”
“Really? Who?”
He sighed sadly.
“His name was Kyrin.”



if you read all that…. wow. I'm so sorry you put yourself through that. jksdfjkldfslkjsdf
and also apologies for the cliffhanger ;D maybe I'll fix this story and make it better one day, who knows….

❁ 11/01/25 ○ 1k Intro! ○ 1087 words ○ 0 points

Hello there! My name is Mouse. I go by they/any pronouns, and I’ve been doing SWC for 12 sessions.
When I’m not daydreaming, I have a lot of hobbies! (Too many hobbies.) I’m not going to list them all, but I’ll go over a couple ;D

Writing!
An SWCer???? WRITING???? Insane, I know. I’ve been telling myself stories for as long as I can remember, and actually writing for almost that long! I’ve started many projects that remain unfinished, but I generally have fun while doing it, so that’s what matters, right? <3 I love writing fantasy stories about dramatic moments, wild characters, and also ghosts! Somehow ghosts keep getting into my writing. Not that I’m doing anything to stop it ;D

Drawing!
Ever since I could hold a pen, I’ve been drawing. I improved a lot in the past couple years, but I haven’t really had enough time to really focus on it recently </3 I love doodling with a pencil, and I do most of my digital drawings on procreate!

Singing!
I’m not sure how many of you guys know this, but I sing! A lot! I’m planning on posting some covers on scratch at some point, and I have a couple of vocal showcases coming up (eek!). I’ve been taking singing lessons since 2023, and I’ve improved SO MUCH over the two years since I started! While I’m super duper self-conscious about practicing in front of people (especially my family dslkfjjsdf), I love performing! At the time of writing this, I have two showcases coming up (one of them is TOMORROW), which I’m pretty excited (but also scared skfdlfjdsk) for! I can do a lot of things with my voice, from soft pop style to metal screaming, and currently I’m putting a lot of work into belting/musical theater style vocals!

Flying Trapeze!
I’ve done flying trapeze for over two years now, and while it’s still hard, it’s a lot of fun! I’m getting more advanced with my tricks, and while I am certainly not perfect I have some really good-looking tricks, and I’m working on getting some others polished! I perform on a professional-sized rig (the same size as they use in circuses ✨) and I have a ton of fun :3

SCUBA Diving!
Since I just mentioned my high flying hobby, why not mention the one on the other side of the spectrum- SCUBA Diving! I’ve been doing this since last year, and I got my open water certification over the summer. I mostly dive in pools, and I’ve done three other dives, all in the same lake- two of those were my certification dives and the third was for a really fun event!

I promise I have an actual personality outside of my hobbies lol- and that personality is chaos oh, you want me to be more specific? Okay. I’m an extrovert, and when I’m comfortably around someone, I can get very chaotic! I love to tease my friends, and I’m usually being a goof and causing mass panic ✨✨ (/hj. I’ve only started a couple of the swc wars >;3)

I first found SWC in 2022, halfway through March. I had followed Alba (-alocasia) a while ago, and I saw in my what’s happening that she had favorited a memes, project, so I clicked on it. It was SWC memes, which made me wonder what SWC was. I found out, and I was SUPER EXCITED- I loved writing, so this was perfect! I signed up, had a BLAST, and haven’t missed a session since.

I think it’s about time to talk about things I like!

Movies!
Currently I’m watching my way through the MCU in chronological order! Next up is Infinity War, which we’re hoping to watch tonight (daylight savings endssss) :0 I have no clue what my favorite movie is, but I really loved Captain America: The Winter Soldier or one of the Thor movies with Loki in them (you’ll never guess who my two favorite MCU characters are-).

TV Shows!
My favorite TV show, like many other swcers, is easily Arcane! I also recently watched Severance and loved it (Solarpunk is still better than Psycho-Fi though >;D), and I’m hoping at some point to watch Ghosts because I heard it was good :0

Books!
My favorite book series is tied between Artemis Fowl and Six of Crows! I couldn’t possibly pick a favorite book XD The most recent book i read was Ms Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, which was okay. Next up on my TBR is The Lonely Castle In the Mirror (iykyk ;D), Project Hail Mary, and AGGGTM!!!!

MUSIC!
I listen to music a LOT, and I adore so many different genres XD
My favorite band is Linkin Park! Some of my favorite songs (since I couldn’t possibly pick just one) are Given Up and Up From the Bottom (Linkin Park) and Mindframe (Silent Planet). My favorite genres are metal, rock, pop, and punk, and some other artists I love are Lydia the Bard, Autumn Kings, Potang, Electric Callboy, and Sleep Token ✨ At the moment of writing this paragraph, I’ve been listening to Snake Charmer by Autumn Kings!

This month, I’m hoping to draft a 50k word novel (like NaNoWriMo but that’s not a thing anymore so uh Novel November D)! I’ve done this before, but it was for my Big Novel Series that I’ve been working on since 2022. I decided to do a new project for this month so I can actually get into writing again instead of being kind of stuck! It’s about a girl named Astria who can see ghosts (like I said, ghosts tend to get into my stories XD)! When she sees the ghost of her older brother, she begins to wonder why he didn’t pass on, which leads to a dangerous hunt… but the closer she gets to the truth, the more she puts herself in danger. Will she be able to figure out why her brother’s still around? Or will she join him? I suppose I’ll have to write it to find out ;D

Hopefully you know more about me now!!! I would ramble more, but midnight UTC is drawing near and I have to write the first 1667 words of my novel or else I’ll get off track day one and that is Not Good, so I will end this here <33 I’m always happy to chat, so feel free to drop by!!! Looking forward to getting to know all of you!!! DD
– Mouse

❁ 11/02/25 ○ Flower Daily ○ 522 words ○ 600 points



Forget me not - love in absence
(sweet) pea - departure
Clover - industry



The last time I saw my dad, he was leaving the house with a tired smile and a suitcase full of dreams, heading for the city.

“Dad? Where are you going?” I had called from the table, where I worked on my writing and math.
“I have to go, sweetie. To the city. I can’t make enough money here in this little town, not to pay for everything I want to give you. I don’t want you to have to grow up like I did. I’ll be back, I promise.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving behind a faint swirl of his cheap cologne in the air and a bouquet of sweet peas on the counter.

He sent letters and cards, each full of money and a single pressed forget me not, to show he still cared. That he still loved us. I grew up like that, going to school because of my father’s hard work. I knew that what he was off doing wasn’t fair, that he was suffering through backbreaking work in harsh conditions for a shockingly small pay. All for me. I had sent him a letter once, begging him to stop and come home. He had responded that he wouldn’t quit, because he was doing it for me. And he would never give up on me, not ever.
I didn’t send him another letter after that.

I was seventeen when I got the letter. It was different from my father’s usual ones, written on expensive paper with a typewriter. It had a bundle of money inside it, more than my father usually sent.
The letter said that he had passed away. The money inside was a condolence fund, his life’s worth. The amount was not worth a life. It was barely enough to cover a train ticket.

I had saved up moeny all my life, saving up all that he had sent me over the years, getting enough together to pay for my school, but saving on top of that. I had a decent amount, but I was not about to go to the city. My father had died there, and I knew that I would do the same. Instead, I had waited until I had enough to cover one ticket. A ticket across the sea. I didn’t know what awaited me there, but I knew that it had to be better than this dying place.

I left the house, bag in my hand just like my father had all those years ago. I walked down the path, which was overgrown with clovers. When I was younger, I had always searched for the four leaf clovers. Now, I walked past them, following what I imagined to be my father’s footsteps as I made my way to the train and bought a ticket. Except I would not be following the clovers to the city. I would be going my own way. And if death was waiting there too, at least I tried something new instead of dying the same way my father did. I knew that would be the last ting that he would have wanted from me.

❁ 11/04/25 ○ Songfic Daily ○ 380 words ○ 450 points

Songs can be powerful, beautiful, and exciting. They can make you dance around your kitchen and they can make you cry. But most importantly: They can tell a story. And today, you’ll be taking inspiration from that story! Your songfic can be anything from turning the story in the song into prose or taking one line and running with it. Have fun with it! Pick any song you’d like and write at least 300 words for 350 points, and earn an extra 100 for sharing your work.

Song: Stained - Linkin Park



It had been ten years since I last saw you.

I knew that it would happen one day. I never could have predicted the circumstances, however.
I was walking down the street in a hurry in a torrent of rain. My head was tucked down, trying to avoid getting blinded by the water in my eyes. I didn’t have an umbrella or a rain jacket; I hadn’t expected my car to break down.
I was almost to the nearest auto shop when I slammed into someone so hard we both fell over—clearly, we had both not been looking where we were going.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I said hurriedly, picking myself up and racing out a hand to help them.
“Be more careful next time,” They said, and something about the voice I heard… As they took my hand, I got a good look at their face and my stomach dropped.
“Sorry,” I repeated, and then tried to quickly step around them before they recognized me, but it was too late.
“Rowan?”
“Hey…” I said, still trying to sidestep.
“It’s been a while,” They said, and I nodded.
“Yeah. It has. Too bad it wasn’t longer. Get out of my way, please.”
Rowan tipped their head.
“Why should I? Why don’t you make me move?”
“Trust me, I want to. But I’m not going to stoop to your level.”
As we spoke, I looked them over thoroughly. Their soaked coat was very worn, shoes slightly falling apart. They looked terrible, actually. Looks like their past had finally caught up to them.
“Can we go back to pretending I don’t exist? I think I preferred that. Bye.” I shoved past them, gently but firmly.
“Wait! There’s something I want to ask you about! Could you help me out? I’ve been in a bit of a rough patch, and-”
“No, thank you. You had this coming, doing what you did to everyone you came across. You’re stained forever now, and I’m not going to help you.”
And then I walked away, glad to be putting distance between myself and the monster of a person I used to know.
It had been ten years since I last saw you, but I wish it had been longer.

❁ 11/06/25 ○ Pumpkin Daily ○ 303 words ○ 350 points

Matching this session's theme, fall, this daily will be all about pumpkins! Maybe it's an essay on why their good for you or writing a story from the perspective of a pumpkin, anything to do with a pumpkin counts! Make sure to write 250 words to gain 250 points, and add an extra 100 if you share. Good luck!

Once upon a time, Mouse was on a campout. It was not an ordinary campout: this was a special annual campout with their scout troop. The November campout was a turkey dutch oven, which is to say it was thanksgiving dinner on a campout. This was Mouse’s first ever time on such a campout, and they were super excited, helping to prep the food.
It was a chilly night, with a fire going in the firepit and a bustle of cooks under the carport, making food. It was a full thanksgiving dinner: they had turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, cranberry relish, etc. But what this story is about is the pie. Pumpkin pie, naturally.
Now, when you’re on a campout and you have a fire, after some time everything smells like smoke, to the point where you don’t really even smell the smoke at all.
This is an important detail.
As we put the pies on the charcoal, in a dutch oven, the pies tipped to the side. Inside the dutch oven was a pie pan, and the runny filling sloshed over the side and into the bottom of the dutch oven. The dutch oven was an oven after all, and got quite hot, which effectively carbonized the spilled pumpkin pie filling.
We ate the pie on the campout and it was fantastic, but Mouse was the one to take it home, and when they tried it, it was completely infused with smoke. It was nearly inedible, which was ironic considering how good it was on the campout.
The moral of the story is not to not cook pies on a campout, but it is to be careful with the dutch ovens so that it does not spill and burn to a crisp. At least it tasted amazing on the campout!
The End.

❁ 11/07/25 ○ Genre Daily ○ 566 words ○ 600 points

Horror, romance, thriller, sci-fi… all genres that can take your story anywhere. For this daily, you need to choose three genres, any three, and write a story where they carry on into each other. You could begin with a fantasy and end with a comedy, or perhaps you’re leaning more towards a bizzaro-fiction ending. It's up to you! Write a story of 500 words and earn 500 points, with another 100 for sharing proof.

Real-Fi
Fantasy
Thriller



I walk home from work, stretching as I go. It had been a normal day, the only thing that had given me trouble was a particularly difficult customer. I didn’t really mind though, since the rest of the day had been so nice.
I head past a few stores and took a shortcut through an alley, past garbage and two bikes cast to the side by some kids who were probably off shoplifting. I get out of the alley and quickly jaywalk across the street, because the nearest crosswalk is a ridiculous distance away and I really don’t want to waste time walking half a mile to it. I had complained about the situation many times, and every one of them had gotten ignored.
I make my way down a couple more turns until I get to my house, stepping inside.
As I push open the door, I freeze. There is a dragon on my couch.
“Why hello. I assume you are the owner of this establishment?” The dragon said, and I couldn’t tell if it was actually speaking the words or if it had spoken right into my mind.
What was it doing here? I lived a normal life. I had grown up knowing that magic wasn’t real. So why was there a dragon in my living room?
“Is this some sort of prank?” I asked slowly, trying to process what was going on.
“No. It’s not. I’m a dragon, and I need your help.”
“This is the kind of stuff in kid’s novels, not my life,” I said, still in disbelief.
“Oh I don’t want you for YOU. You’re not the chosen one or anything. I want you for your house. You see, there’s a Portal hidden in your wall. It causes ossactional reality warps, as I’m sure you’ve experienced. I need to access the portal.”
“And how do you do that?”
“By breaking open your wall.”
“Oh, wonderful. No.”
“Pardon?”
“No. I do not give you permission to break down the wall. This is my house, and I don’t have the money to replace it.”
“Oh. Well, then I suppose I’ll have to unalive you,” the dragon said, rising off the couch.
“…what.”
The dragon surged forward, and in a split second, I realized that the dragon wasn’t joking. I slammed the door and get out of the way just in time to avoid getting crushed as the door blew off its hinges. The dragon came hurdling out of the house, and it was then that I realized I would probably not be able to escape.
This seems to be quite the lose/lose situation for me. I start sprinting anyway, dodging around the house before the dragon can get its bearings and jumping into the window well, shoving the window open and slamming it behind me, sprinting across my basement. I had a safe down there, and if I could just make it… I would be safe. Right?
I get to the wall and fumble with the panel, finally pulling it open as I hear the window shatter in the next room. I pull the wall shut behind me and run across the room to the safe, scrambling to punch in the combination before the dragon gets to me. As the safe swung open, the dragon crashed through the wall behind me, and as I turned, I knew that I was doomed.