daily about a jellyfish, Nov 3

Once upon a time, there lived a kingdom of jellyfishes. Naturally there was a jellyfish king, and a jellyfish queen, and little jellyfish princes and princesses, and then there were jellyfish servants and jellyfish artists and jellyfish architects, jellyfish baristas and jellyfish terrestrial biologists and jellyfish doctors, and on and on and on. And there was one little jellyfish whose name was Alliynne. She really liked to grow jellymatoes, which are the jellyfish equivalent of tomatoes, along with many other jellyplants. Alliynne had a huge garden and was really talented. She was very smart too, and good at drawing. She liked to study and draw plants as well, and sometimes rescued them into her garden. Except, Alliynne got made fun of at school, because her name, while very pretty on paper, was pronounced like the word ‘alien.’ this made her an exceptional target for teasing, and she very often cried. And then one day, Alliynne was walking home from school, all alone, being angry at her parents for giving her such a silly name, when somebody came up to her. The somebody looked just like a regular jellyfish, but they were wearing a dark cloak and big sunglasses and very cool sci-fi-y-looking pants. Alliynne told the somboeyd to go away, and the somebody did not go away, so Alliynne was mad at them and started walking really fast. The somebody also walked really fast and Alliynne got even angrier and then finally she shouted, “Who are you?!”
And the somebody replied, “My name is Bygfuot.”
Alliynne laughed sarcastically. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not!”
“Your name isn’t Bigfoot!”
“It is, too!”
“No way, that’s preposterous.”
“Says the person who’s name is literally Alien!”
“It’s not. It’s Alliynne.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“No, its spelled different.”
“Well, so is mine.”
“How is you’rs spelled, then?”
“B-Y-G-F-U-O-T.”
“Oh. mine’s A-L-L-I-Y-N-N-E.”
“gUESS WHAT?”
“What?”
Bygfuot took off the ridiculously large sunglasses and pulled the hood off her head. ”I’m the princess jellyfish,” she explained.
“Whoaaaaa” Alliynne said.
“Yeah, and the king named me something that sounds like bigfoot!”
All of a sudden spongebob came along because he was jellyfishing. His big jellyifhsing net swooped through the water and caught alliynne and bygfuot, and he ran off laughing. Allyinne and bigfoot were terrified. And then they all died, and later when the princess named what sounds like bigfoot was missing the whole castle of the jellyfish kingdom was set on fire because the king and the queen and everybody were freaking out because the jellyfish princess was missing because she died because sp[ongebobl

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weeklyyyyy 1 for novemebrrrr

i poetry 100 words

the sword is made of rubber,
cheap and bendable,
bought from spirit Halloween.
it is not very shiny
it is not at all sharp,
it is not practical to have
and my excuse for buying it
was to be part of my costume.

but I love the sword.
there was an inside joke of sorts,
in my English class last year,
long story short I love swords now
in a chaotic manner, sure,
but love is love, is it not?

the sword has a gray ‘blade’
and there are dragons on
the brownish hilt.
the tip of the sword
was blunt from the beginning,
but now it is blunter yet,
for I dragged it on the ground
while trick or treating.
to be fair, I had full hands
with all the candy,
and there was a loop in my jeans
that was just perfect
to hold my beautiful sword.

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its so bad asdljfklsafjdklsajgdfag its ok weekly points are weekly points


ii. song 200 words

it's time to write a song
gotta write a song
I've never wrote a song
never wrote a song

squidy write a song
squidy write a song

how does one write a song
how to write a song
what shall I write about
a song could be about
anything that one could
think up

I'm not a songwriter
not a song-listen-to-er
and I can't think what
to write a song about

squidy write a song
squidy write a song

how does one write a song
how to write a song
what shall I write about
a song could be about
anything that one could
think up

I don't have any ideas
so I went to the main cabin
where I asked a good question:
'what should I write a song about?'
and I was answered by
the wonderful kit (kat)
and kit told me
to write a song about
not knowing what
to write a song about
so here I am

squidy write a song
squidy write a song

how does one write a song
how to write a song
what shall I write about
a song could be about
anything that one could
think up

squidy write a song, indeed
how does one write a song?
not an ounce of song-writing inspo
I don't listen to music
how am I supposed to write a song?

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iii. script 300 words

a sword store, shiny metal everywhere and a sign in the window reading buy 100,000, get 1 free. enter SHOPKEEPER, sitting behind the counter, and LAURYNE and JESS, going inside the store.

LAURYNE:
hi! remember us? you threw a sword at my head. I think. it is the same guy, right, Jess? I think it is. he looks awfully familiar.

JESS:
yeah, I think it's the same guy. hi!

SHOPKEEPER:
(after a long pause and lots of squinting)
oh, I do remember you two!

LAURYNE:
YEAHHHH!!!

SHOPKEEPER:
so, how's it been? What have you gotten up to since I last saw you… and… threw a sword at your head.
(looks guiltily to the side for a moment)

JESS:
We've been exploring other places! Well, one in particular.

LAURYNE:
It was very nice there. lots of candy everywhere.

JESS:
apparently it's always fall. sounds nice.

LAURYNE:
kinda the opposite of here, really… but also not…

SHOPKEEPER:
…right. that makes perfect sense and I totally understand what you are telling me.

JESS:
instead of magic being outlawed, there was magic people and regular people and they were at war.

LAURYNE:
but it was a very small and isolated place.

JESS:
so they couldn't afford to actually k!ll anybody.

LAURYNE:
so instead of a real war, they were just in a reaaaally intense prank war.

SHOPKEEPER:
iiiiinteresting.

JESS:
it was great! we got to help them shoot marshmallows at each other and explode pies—

LAURYNE:
and then we became secret agents that were on both sides and sabotaged both of them!

SHOPKEEPER:
wow, really!? this sounds awfully exciting.

JESS:
it was!

LAURYNE:
then we got arrested.

JESS:
but the jail was made out of rock candy.

LAURYNE:
so I ate a hole in the wall and we made an epic escape!

SHOPKEEPER:
that's amazing. sounds similar to what happened when you were here. at least, the getting arrested part.

LAURYNE:
yeah, autumn-candy-land jail was a lot better than fantasy-dystopian-communist jail, I have to say.

JESS:
so, what have you been doing lately?

SHOPKEEPER:
oh, you know. just normal Secret Sword Society stuff. Wanna hear about the heist last night?

LAURYNE and JESS:
absolutely!

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iv. speech 400 words

hello everybody! ladies and gentlemen, mango-lovers and arson committers, swc participants of all types (yes, you too, gurtle ;D), welcome to Squidy's Awesome Speech!! some of you may know me as a very chaotic, glitter-and-sword-loving writer, which I am, and today I am here to talk about how amazing we all are! I mean, think about it. I think sometimes we swc-ers forget about how brilliant this all is.
first and foremost, the obvious: we are literally a writing camp on a children's coding website, created by children for other children. turn that over in your mind for a minute. the fact is astonishing. we are minors who have come together to help each other improve our writing skills in a fun and chaotic way, and this community has grown so large too.
speaking of the community, every single person here is so, so incredibly talented. and not just at writing, though I swear we have actual writing geniuses in here. and remember we are young people too. but beyond that, everyone has a hobby or interest of some sort that they are so passionate and smart about and good at, whether it be art, theater, music, languages, science, dance, whatever. we have people who could actually be professional athletes I bet, and people who could probably sell their drawings and become rich, and people are likely going to invent something that'll change the world one day.
and we're all so kind, too. if somebody is having issues in real life, they have a whole writing camp of people that have their back and who they can talk to about it. if somebody needs help with a project or assignment, they can ask for critiques or advice. and we have so many chaotic memories of what I am now going to call swclove :sparkles:
not to mention the part where we live all around the world and are all different ages and genders? but everybody is treated equally, whereas in real life a 17-year-old and a 10-year-old likely wouldn't be such easy friends. to me, that's the cherry on top that makes swc so special.
but I think we take it for granted. our talent and kindness is magnificent, but it's easy to forget that. and it's easy to get lost in the competition or stress of everyday real life, and I think that we should all take a step back sometimes to admire the simple beauty of what we have created here on scratch.
thank you.

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pumpkin daily Nov 6

the pumpkin was so tall it scraped the clouds, and so wide that a thousand whales could fit around it. and inside was a whole, living and breathing city, visible through the gargantuan carved triangle eyes and nose and toothy grin of the humongous jack-o-lantern city.

at its base was a set of pumpkiny steps lined with dry, crunchy leaves from the towering birch trees on each side of the arched doorway leading into the pumpkin. beyond this arch was a winding cobblestone path. it swept around cottages and gardens and farms, and eventually shops and apartment buildings, and then it widened into a town square where many pumpkiny meetings were often held and split into other twirling, weaving streets that came together and pulled apart and danced throughout the city. and if one was to walk through these wiggly streets, they would almost always end up right back where they started in the town square, in the center of which sits a majestic pumpkiny spiral staircase that reached towards the untouchabley high ceiling of the jack-o-lantern. and if one was to climb that spiral staircase, they would come to a nearly identical, but far fancier, level of the city, and on and on again until they reached the very top, where the king of the entire pumpkin lived.

now if one was to step towards the wall of the pumpkin and cut out a good sized chunk of it, they could easily make a delicious pumpkin pie, and many people do this inside of the giant jack-o-lantern, but this over the years has led to a great many occurrences of collapsing and even more occurrences of generally weak walls that may collapse very soon, so it is advisable not to do this and to simply buy a pumpkin from one's nearest market, or venture further to a pumpkin patch or farm to purchase this orange gourd.

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