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Scratcher
22 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Daily #2 (546 words)
Raelyn waited by the sea every day. Thanks to Eldred and Calypso, she’d managed to evade the search for her.
“Still waiting?” Calypso asked one day.
Raelyn turned to meet her friend’s deep purple eyes. Long light brown hair with blonde highlights was pulled up into a messy bun. Light grey attire complimented her light tan skin.
“What if I told you I was?” Raelyn responded, meeting Calypso’s gaze with her wisteria eyes.
Her short dark purple hair blew in the gentle breeze. Her white armor was covered by a worn cloak.
“I’d tell you that I understand, but you’ve got to be careful. If the Army finds you, you'll have to go back. My dad and I can only keep you hidden here for so long.
Raelyn looked down. Guilt tugged at her. She knew the impact she was having on Calypso and her dad, Eldred. They’d taken her in after she’d fled Aetheria’s Army, but search parties were sent out almost immediately. They wanted to find her to keep her from spilling all the Army’s secrets.
She’d be fine to keep moving, if she wasn’t waiting.
“You know we can’t leave until it comes,” Raelyn stated. “At least, I can’t leave.”
“And if you’re not leaving, we ain’t either.” A new voice chimed in from behind.
“Hey, Dad,” Calypso greeted.
Eldred walked up to the two of them. He had the same eyes as Calypso, and similar light brown hair, but it only reached his shoulders. He was wearing the same black clothing he always did.
“We’re not going anywhere without you, kid,” Eldred assured Raelyn.
She smiled, grateful for their kindness.
“Thank you for doing all you can to keep me safe,” she told them.
“You know me. I’ll be your number one supporter,” Calypso replied. “Espically when it comes to your love life.”
Raelyn gasped, mildly horrified. “Calypso!”
“What? You know it’s true. And that’s also why you’re waiting by the sea every single day,” she continued.
Eldred smiled knowingly. “Let me guess - you’re waiting to hear from Pyre?”
Just hearing his name sent warmth through Raelyn.
She knew she shouldn’t love him the way she did, but he’d done something to her. Even though he was of Akuma, and she was of Aetheria.
Raelyn turned back to the sea.
A few moments later, a small, dark jellyfish was visible a few feet out.
Without a second thought, Raelyn charged toward it. She knelt in front of it, not caring that water was actively seeping through her clothes. Gently, she touched the top of the jellyfish.
It burst into a swirl of ethereal light that surrounded Raelyn. As the light swirled, she heard Pyre’s gentle voice in her head.
I hope this little guy found you. I can’t even begin to express how much I miss you. I’m doing everything I can to get back to your realm. Probably, I’m going to sneak in one of the troops heading to fight the Army. Please stay safe. I’ll reach out again when I can. Stay strong, my love.
A tear slid down her face. Raelyn stood, clothes soaked. She walked back to the other two.
“We can head off,” she stated, sparing one last glance at the sea and where the jellyfish was.
Raelyn waited by the sea every day. Thanks to Eldred and Calypso, she’d managed to evade the search for her.
“Still waiting?” Calypso asked one day.
Raelyn turned to meet her friend’s deep purple eyes. Long light brown hair with blonde highlights was pulled up into a messy bun. Light grey attire complimented her light tan skin.
“What if I told you I was?” Raelyn responded, meeting Calypso’s gaze with her wisteria eyes.
Her short dark purple hair blew in the gentle breeze. Her white armor was covered by a worn cloak.
“I’d tell you that I understand, but you’ve got to be careful. If the Army finds you, you'll have to go back. My dad and I can only keep you hidden here for so long.
Raelyn looked down. Guilt tugged at her. She knew the impact she was having on Calypso and her dad, Eldred. They’d taken her in after she’d fled Aetheria’s Army, but search parties were sent out almost immediately. They wanted to find her to keep her from spilling all the Army’s secrets.
She’d be fine to keep moving, if she wasn’t waiting.
“You know we can’t leave until it comes,” Raelyn stated. “At least, I can’t leave.”
“And if you’re not leaving, we ain’t either.” A new voice chimed in from behind.
“Hey, Dad,” Calypso greeted.
Eldred walked up to the two of them. He had the same eyes as Calypso, and similar light brown hair, but it only reached his shoulders. He was wearing the same black clothing he always did.
“We’re not going anywhere without you, kid,” Eldred assured Raelyn.
She smiled, grateful for their kindness.
“Thank you for doing all you can to keep me safe,” she told them.
“You know me. I’ll be your number one supporter,” Calypso replied. “Espically when it comes to your love life.”
Raelyn gasped, mildly horrified. “Calypso!”
“What? You know it’s true. And that’s also why you’re waiting by the sea every single day,” she continued.
Eldred smiled knowingly. “Let me guess - you’re waiting to hear from Pyre?”
Just hearing his name sent warmth through Raelyn.
She knew she shouldn’t love him the way she did, but he’d done something to her. Even though he was of Akuma, and she was of Aetheria.
Raelyn turned back to the sea.
A few moments later, a small, dark jellyfish was visible a few feet out.
Without a second thought, Raelyn charged toward it. She knelt in front of it, not caring that water was actively seeping through her clothes. Gently, she touched the top of the jellyfish.
It burst into a swirl of ethereal light that surrounded Raelyn. As the light swirled, she heard Pyre’s gentle voice in her head.
I hope this little guy found you. I can’t even begin to express how much I miss you. I’m doing everything I can to get back to your realm. Probably, I’m going to sneak in one of the troops heading to fight the Army. Please stay safe. I’ll reach out again when I can. Stay strong, my love.
A tear slid down her face. Raelyn stood, clothes soaked. She walked back to the other two.
“We can head off,” she stated, sparing one last glance at the sea and where the jellyfish was.
- gigi_hyperfresh
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Scratcher
22 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Daily #2 (546 words)
Raelyn waited by the sea every day. Thanks to Eldred and Calypso, she’d managed to evade the search for her.
“Still waiting?” Calypso asked one day.
Raelyn turned to meet her friend’s deep purple eyes. Long light brown hair with blonde highlights was pulled up into a messy bun. Light grey attire complimented her light tan skin.
“What if I told you I was?” Raelyn responded, meeting Calypso’s gaze with her wisteria eyes.
Her short dark purple hair blew in the gentle breeze. Her white armor was covered by a worn cloak.
“I’d tell you that I understand, but you’ve got to be careful. If the Army finds you, you'll have to go back. My dad and I can only keep you hidden here for so long.
Raelyn looked down. Guilt tugged at her. She knew the impact she was having on Calypso and her dad, Eldred. They’d taken her in after she’d fled Aetheria’s Army, but search parties were sent out almost immediately. They wanted to find her to keep her from spilling all the Army’s secrets.
She’d be fine to keep moving, if she wasn’t waiting.
“You know we can’t leave until it comes,” Raelyn stated. “At least, I can’t leave.”
“And if you’re not leaving, we ain’t either.” A new voice chimed in from behind.
“Hey, Dad,” Calypso greeted.
Eldred walked up to the two of them. He had the same eyes as Calypso, and similar light brown hair, but it only reached his shoulders. He was wearing the same black clothing he always did.
“We’re not going anywhere without you, kid,” Eldred assured Raelyn.
She smiled, grateful for their kindness.
“Thank you for doing all you can to keep me safe,” she told them.
“You know me. I’ll be your number one supporter,” Calypso replied. “Espically when it comes to your love life.”
Raelyn gasped, mildly horrified. “Calypso!”
“What? You know it’s true. And that’s also why you’re waiting by the sea every single day,” she continued.
Eldred smiled knowingly. “Let me guess - you’re waiting to hear from Pyre?”
Just hearing his name sent warmth through Raelyn.
She knew she shouldn’t love him the way she did, but he’d done something to her. Even though he was of Akuma, and she was of Aetheria.
Raelyn turned back to the sea.
A few moments later, a small, dark jellyfish was visible a few feet out.
Without a second thought, Raelyn charged toward it. She knelt in front of it, not caring that water was actively seeping through her clothes. Gently, she touched the top of the jellyfish.
It burst into a swirl of ethereal light that surrounded Raelyn. As the light swirled, she heard Pyre’s gentle voice in her head.
I hope this little guy found you. I can’t even begin to express how much I miss you. I’m doing everything I can to get back to your realm. Probably, I’m going to sneak in one of the troops heading to fight the Army. Please stay safe. I’ll reach out again when I can. Stay strong, my love.
A tear slid down her face. Raelyn stood, clothes soaked. She walked back to the other two.
“We can head off,” she stated, sparing one last glance at the sea and where the jellyfish was.
Raelyn waited by the sea every day. Thanks to Eldred and Calypso, she’d managed to evade the search for her.
“Still waiting?” Calypso asked one day.
Raelyn turned to meet her friend’s deep purple eyes. Long light brown hair with blonde highlights was pulled up into a messy bun. Light grey attire complimented her light tan skin.
“What if I told you I was?” Raelyn responded, meeting Calypso’s gaze with her wisteria eyes.
Her short dark purple hair blew in the gentle breeze. Her white armor was covered by a worn cloak.
“I’d tell you that I understand, but you’ve got to be careful. If the Army finds you, you'll have to go back. My dad and I can only keep you hidden here for so long.
Raelyn looked down. Guilt tugged at her. She knew the impact she was having on Calypso and her dad, Eldred. They’d taken her in after she’d fled Aetheria’s Army, but search parties were sent out almost immediately. They wanted to find her to keep her from spilling all the Army’s secrets.
She’d be fine to keep moving, if she wasn’t waiting.
“You know we can’t leave until it comes,” Raelyn stated. “At least, I can’t leave.”
“And if you’re not leaving, we ain’t either.” A new voice chimed in from behind.
“Hey, Dad,” Calypso greeted.
Eldred walked up to the two of them. He had the same eyes as Calypso, and similar light brown hair, but it only reached his shoulders. He was wearing the same black clothing he always did.
“We’re not going anywhere without you, kid,” Eldred assured Raelyn.
She smiled, grateful for their kindness.
“Thank you for doing all you can to keep me safe,” she told them.
“You know me. I’ll be your number one supporter,” Calypso replied. “Espically when it comes to your love life.”
Raelyn gasped, mildly horrified. “Calypso!”
“What? You know it’s true. And that’s also why you’re waiting by the sea every single day,” she continued.
Eldred smiled knowingly. “Let me guess - you’re waiting to hear from Pyre?”
Just hearing his name sent warmth through Raelyn.
She knew she shouldn’t love him the way she did, but he’d done something to her. Even though he was of Akuma, and she was of Aetheria.
Raelyn turned back to the sea.
A few moments later, a small, dark jellyfish was visible a few feet out.
Without a second thought, Raelyn charged toward it. She knelt in front of it, not caring that water was actively seeping through her clothes. Gently, she touched the top of the jellyfish.
It burst into a swirl of ethereal light that surrounded Raelyn. As the light swirled, she heard Pyre’s gentle voice in her head.
I hope this little guy found you. I can’t even begin to express how much I miss you. I’m doing everything I can to get back to your realm. Probably, I’m going to sneak in one of the troops heading to fight the Army. Please stay safe. I’ll reach out again when I can. Stay strong, my love.
A tear slid down her face. Raelyn stood, clothes soaked. She walked back to the other two.
“We can head off,” she stated, sparing one last glance at the sea and where the jellyfish was.
- Dawn_Camps
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
The sand shifted beneath Marina's feet as she ran along the beach. She truly hadn't meant to lose track of time. And it wasn't /completely/ her fault. Her father hadn't noticed either until her mom called her asking where she was. Thankfully a volunteer was nearby and was able to arrive within a few minutes to assist her father in the release of two rehabilitated sea turtles.⧉ Jellyfish Daily ⧉
November 3
Word Count: 1179
She arrived at her parents' marine rescue center out of breath, with wet sand clinging to her heels. She paused outside the sliding glass doors to collect herself before she went in.
When she entered, she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning. They had to keep the back on the warmer side for the animals, but the reception area, offices, and classrooms tended to be a little cooler.
Her mom had said that the students were waiting for her in classroom A2, more commonly known as the jellyfish room. She gave the receptionist a friendly wave as she passed by. Normally she would have said hello, but their usual receptionist had gone on maternity leave which meant a temp—who's name she hadn't yet learned—was filling in for her.
She found the turquoise door with hand painted purple jellyfish floating around and pushed it open. Around fifteen pairs of eyes turned to stare at her from various bright-coloured beanbags in the room. She shut the door behind her and walked to the center of the room.
“Hello, everyone! Sorry, I'm late. My name is Marina and I'll be taking you on your tour today. Are you all excited?”
There was chorus of yeses that made Marina smile. She always loved when kids came to visit. They were so enthusiastic and inquisitive. She remembered joining them when her mom used to guide the tours. But now Marina was the one in charge of each group that came to visit and she loved it. Well, most of the time. Sometimes the older adult groups wouldn't listen and try to touch the animals or wander off because they figured they were her elder and therefore above listening her. But kids loved her.
“Before we go back, I need to go over some ground rules. These are very important because we don't want to hurt the animals, okay?”
The kids nodded, a few responding with “okay!” or “yes, ma'am!”, which made Marina smile.
“The first rule is to stay in the group. You need to stick together and stay with me while you're back there. This is a big facility and we don't want anyone getting lost. If you need to go the washroom, let me know and one of your teachers can go with you. The second rule is to keep your hands outside the tanks and fences. You can't touch the animals. This is both for your safety and theirs. They aren't pets, they might not like it if you touch them. And some of them are injured so touching them might hurt them more. The last rule is don't run. We work with sea animals so there's a lot of water around and the ground is usually slippery. But if you're with the group, there shouldn't be any need to run anyway. Those are the only rules.” She held up three fingers to summarize. “One, stay with the group. Two, don't touch the animals. Lastly, don't run. You all got that?”
When everyone confirmed, she moved to the door. “Perfect! Let's head out then. Follow me, please don't go ahead of me because you don't know where we're going.” She smiled to soften her words.
They exited the classroom and went to the large metal doors at the back of the reception area, she scanned the keycard clipped to her skirt and they slid open with a whoosh. She strode into the familiar maze of tanks and smaller pools.
She talked as she walked, her hands moving animatedly. “This is where we keep the smaller animals, larger animals are kept in the giant pools closer to the outside. It's much easier to move a smaller creature farther into the building than it is a large animal. The majority of these guys are fish.”
She stopped by a tank with two bright orange and white striped fish. “These two are a pair of clownfish we caught in one of the reefs just a little bit from shore. They were caught and brought in a week ago because they have a bacterial infection. But they're healing well and should be back to the ocean in no time.” She moved away from the tank. “Feel free to take a closer look, they're beautiful. Just please don't touch the glass.”
She kept a careful eye on the kids while they crowded around but they all seemed to be listening well, keeping a good distance between themselves and the tank. Once they all backed away and seemed ready to move on she continued walking. Before they got to the next room, they stopped to examine an octopus, a sea star, and a hermit crab.
In the next room they found a variety of creatures, both small and—though it was significantly emptier than the last room.
“This is the room where we treat animals from the local aquarium and zoo.” She led them to a small pool at the far end of the room. “You guys came at the right time, one of our volunteers is currently feeding and playing with a sea other from the zoo.”
She called out to a tall, slim woman standing on the other side of the fence with a bucket in hand. “Hey, Cara! Do you mind if they watch?”
“Not at all!” Cara grinned and waved to the kids. “I think it will be nice to have something familiar to him. He's not used to be alone so much.”
The children went up the fence and watched intently as the sea otter glided through the water, popping out onto the deck next to Cara.
One little girl with lots of dark braids turned to Marina and tapped her arm. “Miss, do the animals have names?”
Marina knelt down, and pointed to the sea otter. “We don't name most of our animals because they don't usually stay with us that long, but since he's from the zoo he has a name. Do you have any guesses to what it is?” She asked the question to the class in general.
She got a lot of responses, most of them ocean related. But one little boy yelled out, “Robert!” which made Marina laugh.
“Those are all good guesses. His name is Crash.”
“Oh! Do any of the other animals have names?” The dark haired girl asked.
“A few of them do. Some of our longer residents get names. We can go look at them if you're ready to move on from Crash.”
Most of the kids readily agreed, though a few looked hesitant. “We can always come back after!” That seemed to persuade them.
- FairyAyla
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Gothic prompt 3:
The creature I will tell you about today, is called the Swamp Wolf, even through it’s not really a wolf. Swamp Wolves are wolf like, but much bigger, with webbed feet, and a crocodile or alligator like tail. Instead of fur, they are mostly covered in scales, much like a crocodile or alligator. They tend to have patches of moss, algae, or fungi all over them, which seems to grow off them, without hurting them. Swamps Wolves hunt in packs, with several of them herding their prey towards water, where several others lie in wait. The prey is either cornered, or if they try to swim, the ones in the water will get it. They are strong swimmers, and fast runners, and can breath in water, or in air.
Dahlia didn’t know what she was doing. She had been told not to go into the swamp, but she had wanted to see what was there for herself. And now… well, she knew what was there. And it might be the last thing she saw, if she couldn’t escape. She was running, running from whatever was chasing her. She knew she probably couldn’t outrun whatever it was, but what other choice did she have? She skidded to a stop, in front of a pool of water. She looked behind her, and saw it. Like a wolf, but bigger, and with skin and tail like an alligator. It walked toward her, and she took a step back, and felt water on her foot. She was trapped. The creature lunged at her, and screamed and leaped out of the way. It grabbed her foot in it’s teeth, and she yelped as it tried to drag her into the water. She spotted a branch on the ground, and grabbed it, and walked the monster with it. It dropped her leg for just long enough, and she ran as fast as she could, out of the swamp.
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design your own monster! describe its appearance, abilities, and habits. then, write a story where someone has to deal with your creation.
The creature I will tell you about today, is called the Swamp Wolf, even through it’s not really a wolf. Swamp Wolves are wolf like, but much bigger, with webbed feet, and a crocodile or alligator like tail. Instead of fur, they are mostly covered in scales, much like a crocodile or alligator. They tend to have patches of moss, algae, or fungi all over them, which seems to grow off them, without hurting them. Swamps Wolves hunt in packs, with several of them herding their prey towards water, where several others lie in wait. The prey is either cornered, or if they try to swim, the ones in the water will get it. They are strong swimmers, and fast runners, and can breath in water, or in air.
Dahlia didn’t know what she was doing. She had been told not to go into the swamp, but she had wanted to see what was there for herself. And now… well, she knew what was there. And it might be the last thing she saw, if she couldn’t escape. She was running, running from whatever was chasing her. She knew she probably couldn’t outrun whatever it was, but what other choice did she have? She skidded to a stop, in front of a pool of water. She looked behind her, and saw it. Like a wolf, but bigger, and with skin and tail like an alligator. It walked toward her, and she took a step back, and felt water on her foot. She was trapped. The creature lunged at her, and screamed and leaped out of the way. It grabbed her foot in it’s teeth, and she yelped as it tried to drag her into the water. She spotted a branch on the ground, and grabbed it, and walked the monster with it. It dropped her leg for just long enough, and she ran as fast as she could, out of the swamp.
322 words
- minergold48
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Daily 3 || 567 words
When one imagines the gods, they feel the need to put a name to their kind. Dawn is a draconic hedgehog, Dusk a reptilian fox. Felines and canines are common, as are strange hybrids of the various creatures of this world. However, the very first deities existed before animals roamed free, and the beings we attribute to their species were created in their image. This is a story about a god and goddess, and how they created a simple, yet strangely ethereal creature.
Hayop is known as the deity of animals. A shapeshifting trickster, his modern form is a menagerie of animals nicknamed the wolpertinger. Yet when he was young and animalkind was new, he was only a mimicry spirit; the animals he had created were very simple and not very comfortable to use as a form.
One day, Hayop was hunting the world for inspiration, when he came upon Brook playing in a ocean. Brook, the deity of water, had been born at the first rainfall, a brown furry creature with a long body, stubby legs, and a long, thin tail. While we have a name for this creature, the otter, she stood out in a way that caught Hayop's eye.
She had a beautiful blue dome upon her head like a hat; a squishy, gelatinous hat with a veil of long, thin tendrils that circled her head. It was something admired by her siblings, the other major deities, and Hayop had a stroke of creativity as he came up to Brook.
“Hi, Hayop!” Brook chirped as the spirit took a form similar to hers, albeit much smaller due to him being a minor deity and lacking her distinct headpiece. Hayop, honored that she recognized him, settled on the shore near her with the excitement of a little child.
“Brook, Brook! I had a wonderful idea for a new animal! This has to be the coolest one yet!”
“Oh?” Brook listened attentively, coming closer to her brother.
“Your silly head thing!” He pointed at the blobby dome. “It would be such a wonderful, silly creature!”
Brook touched it softly, a little bothered that all that anyone talked about was her hat, but curious and pleased that Hayop had taken inspiration from her, smiled at him. “That sounds wonderful! I'd love to see!”
Grinning, Hayop dipped his paws into the water, them glowing. Brook watched as he used his precious life-creating power, the likes of which rivaled her younger sister, the goddess of plants. Hayop formed the dome first, a shimmering white dome that fit in his paws. Then, mimicking his sister's veil, he lined the outside with long, thin tendrils, and realizing that the inside seemed empty, added thicker tentacles to the inside. Setting it free, the two deities watched this creature begin to push its way through the water.
“It's adorable!” Brook chirped with a grin, admiring the little creature. She gently took a tentacle in her paw, glowing softly as she blessed it with stinging abilities. Looking at the confused Hayop, she explained. “It needs to be able to defend itself, what with it being so squishy and jelly-like.”
Hayop nodded swiftly, understanding. “I like jelly! Should that be its name? A jelly?”
Brook thought for a moment, sitting on the shore and wrapping her arm around the spirit otter. “Well, it's a fish like the other water creatures you've made… how about jellyfish?”
When one imagines the gods, they feel the need to put a name to their kind. Dawn is a draconic hedgehog, Dusk a reptilian fox. Felines and canines are common, as are strange hybrids of the various creatures of this world. However, the very first deities existed before animals roamed free, and the beings we attribute to their species were created in their image. This is a story about a god and goddess, and how they created a simple, yet strangely ethereal creature.
Hayop is known as the deity of animals. A shapeshifting trickster, his modern form is a menagerie of animals nicknamed the wolpertinger. Yet when he was young and animalkind was new, he was only a mimicry spirit; the animals he had created were very simple and not very comfortable to use as a form.
One day, Hayop was hunting the world for inspiration, when he came upon Brook playing in a ocean. Brook, the deity of water, had been born at the first rainfall, a brown furry creature with a long body, stubby legs, and a long, thin tail. While we have a name for this creature, the otter, she stood out in a way that caught Hayop's eye.
She had a beautiful blue dome upon her head like a hat; a squishy, gelatinous hat with a veil of long, thin tendrils that circled her head. It was something admired by her siblings, the other major deities, and Hayop had a stroke of creativity as he came up to Brook.
“Hi, Hayop!” Brook chirped as the spirit took a form similar to hers, albeit much smaller due to him being a minor deity and lacking her distinct headpiece. Hayop, honored that she recognized him, settled on the shore near her with the excitement of a little child.
“Brook, Brook! I had a wonderful idea for a new animal! This has to be the coolest one yet!”
“Oh?” Brook listened attentively, coming closer to her brother.
“Your silly head thing!” He pointed at the blobby dome. “It would be such a wonderful, silly creature!”
Brook touched it softly, a little bothered that all that anyone talked about was her hat, but curious and pleased that Hayop had taken inspiration from her, smiled at him. “That sounds wonderful! I'd love to see!”
Grinning, Hayop dipped his paws into the water, them glowing. Brook watched as he used his precious life-creating power, the likes of which rivaled her younger sister, the goddess of plants. Hayop formed the dome first, a shimmering white dome that fit in his paws. Then, mimicking his sister's veil, he lined the outside with long, thin tendrils, and realizing that the inside seemed empty, added thicker tentacles to the inside. Setting it free, the two deities watched this creature begin to push its way through the water.
“It's adorable!” Brook chirped with a grin, admiring the little creature. She gently took a tentacle in her paw, glowing softly as she blessed it with stinging abilities. Looking at the confused Hayop, she explained. “It needs to be able to defend itself, what with it being so squishy and jelly-like.”
Hayop nodded swiftly, understanding. “I like jelly! Should that be its name? A jelly?”
Brook thought for a moment, sitting on the shore and wrapping her arm around the spirit otter. “Well, it's a fish like the other water creatures you've made… how about jellyfish?”
- ChueyTheCat
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Underwater Ball (look I have no better name ideas okay) || 430 words || Daily No. 3
Princess Jellyfish was having a very bad day.
“EWWWW WHAT EVEN IS THIS DRESS IT MAKES ME LOOK SHAPELESS,” she screeched, flinging it off with two tentacles. She slapped it on her bed, pouting. “I don’t understand why you can’t just get it right. I want to look beautiful, not like something the crab dragged in!!”
“Sorry,” her maids gulped, looking at each other. Neither mentioned that as a jellyfish, the princess was in fact a shapeless blob, and a dress probably wasn’t going to change that.
The princess glared at herself in the mirror. “Who cares about this new-fangled trend of wearing clothes anyway? It was those silly mermaids who started it. I hate mermaids. I’m not going to wear anything tonight. They can see me in all my true beauty, without those horrible contraptions getting tangled everywhere.”
She touched her reflection fondly before snapping “ALL RIGHT GANG GET THIS GIRL LOOKING GORGEOUS!”
Her maids hurried to comply, and if fish could sweat they would be pouring buckets. Not that anyone would notice, since they were, after all, underwater.
Princess Jellyfish descended in state, proudly waving her tentacles. The dance was already in full swing, as she had arrived fashionable late. Flinging her pearls around as she eyed the dancers, she made a round of the room, seeking a juicy tidbit or two of gossip.
“Lord Horseshoe is looking awfully old, isn’t he?” she giggled to an anemone. “I can’t believe Lady Lobster actually agreed to marry him.”
“Lady Lobster’s getting on herself,” a clownfish interjected, winking rogushily. Princess Jellyfish fluttered, smacking him playfully with a coral fan. “How dare you! Lady Lobster’s in her prime. Or…she was about a hundred years ago.”
The group burst into smothered laughter, soon hushed by various disapproving looks from around the room.
“I just cannot believe what that mermaid is wearing,” a passing shark commented. “If they must wear clothing, you would think they’d put more of it on themselves than a frill or two of seagrass.”
“I never pay attention to mermaids,” Princess Jellyfish sniffed. “Uppity things, thinking they’re so special because they look like humans. I can’t imagine having only four appendages.”
The shark eyed her coolly before moving on. The night before, Princess Jellyfish had “accidentally” spilt her soup on him, and as a consequence he was no longer speaking to her.
“What a strange ball this is,” a crab said. “Almost as if someone bored out of their mind chose the most random scenario they could find out of their mind and slapped it down. Very strange indeed.”
Princess Jellyfish was having a very bad day.
“EWWWW WHAT EVEN IS THIS DRESS IT MAKES ME LOOK SHAPELESS,” she screeched, flinging it off with two tentacles. She slapped it on her bed, pouting. “I don’t understand why you can’t just get it right. I want to look beautiful, not like something the crab dragged in!!”
“Sorry,” her maids gulped, looking at each other. Neither mentioned that as a jellyfish, the princess was in fact a shapeless blob, and a dress probably wasn’t going to change that.
The princess glared at herself in the mirror. “Who cares about this new-fangled trend of wearing clothes anyway? It was those silly mermaids who started it. I hate mermaids. I’m not going to wear anything tonight. They can see me in all my true beauty, without those horrible contraptions getting tangled everywhere.”
She touched her reflection fondly before snapping “ALL RIGHT GANG GET THIS GIRL LOOKING GORGEOUS!”
Her maids hurried to comply, and if fish could sweat they would be pouring buckets. Not that anyone would notice, since they were, after all, underwater.
Princess Jellyfish descended in state, proudly waving her tentacles. The dance was already in full swing, as she had arrived fashionable late. Flinging her pearls around as she eyed the dancers, she made a round of the room, seeking a juicy tidbit or two of gossip.
“Lord Horseshoe is looking awfully old, isn’t he?” she giggled to an anemone. “I can’t believe Lady Lobster actually agreed to marry him.”
“Lady Lobster’s getting on herself,” a clownfish interjected, winking rogushily. Princess Jellyfish fluttered, smacking him playfully with a coral fan. “How dare you! Lady Lobster’s in her prime. Or…she was about a hundred years ago.”
The group burst into smothered laughter, soon hushed by various disapproving looks from around the room.
“I just cannot believe what that mermaid is wearing,” a passing shark commented. “If they must wear clothing, you would think they’d put more of it on themselves than a frill or two of seagrass.”
“I never pay attention to mermaids,” Princess Jellyfish sniffed. “Uppity things, thinking they’re so special because they look like humans. I can’t imagine having only four appendages.”
The shark eyed her coolly before moving on. The night before, Princess Jellyfish had “accidentally” spilt her soup on him, and as a consequence he was no longer speaking to her.
“What a strange ball this is,” a crab said. “Almost as if someone bored out of their mind chose the most random scenario they could find out of their mind and slapped it down. Very strange indeed.”
- CaleMoretti
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New Scratcher
15 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Jellyfish Daily 626 words 
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139
Note: this reads a lot better if you read my past dailies, check out my thread
Chapter 1: Maril
Maril sits at the office desk, coffee in hand. Lately, the guardian force hasn’t had many cases to deal with, and recently, he has been going over cases that had gone cold. Most were resolved by themself, except for one. Notoriously known in his sector as the “Sea of Monsters” case, involving a rogue agent. With a sigh, he prepared himself for a long day of reading through what seemed to be a never-ending file. He opened the case and, with a long sip of his coffee, began to read.
08/12/2000
Russian Submarine Kursk sinks. Publicly attributed to a peroxide leak from a torpedo. After a thorough investigation of the site, including the use of the ability “Back in Time” from Agent #### (Codename Mouse), it is believed “Sea of Monsters” was used to sabotage the submarine. Ring-like marks on the ground, possibly an enhanced version of jellyfish-like locomotion (vortex rings), would explain how the perpetrator was able to dodge surveillance. Poison barbs were also found at the site and in certain victims, believed to have a role in maintenance. Bodies of key officials, such as Gennady Lyachin, were not recovered.
Edit: 11/13/2010
####### ####### ### #### found
Maril’s eyes narrowed. Almost an entire edit in the case was removed; something almost unheard of. The use of the word “found” especially piqued his interest. He chastised himself in his head. “Stop, stop, focus on skimming through the file first. No use in focusing on blacked out words when there are perfectly legible ones later on.”
08/23/2005
Hurricane Katrina begins. Possibly due to “Sea of Monsters”, though it is hard to imagine this ability being so strong as to be able to cause a hurricane. Agent #### would not have to hide this long.
“Why was this added here?” Maril scoffed at the page in disbelief, wondering why this was included at all. “There is something known as being a bit too thorough, you know…”
04/20/2010
The Deepwater Horizon spill occurs due to a surge of natural gas. Use of ability “Back in Time” and an extensive search of the site did not lead to any clues. Due to the cleanliness of the site, it is heavily believed that “Sea of Monsters” had an influence on the event. At least some clues should be visible, but it is almost as if they were all washed away. The salinity of the water was noted to be substantially lower than that of the surrounding waters, possibly causing clues nearby to be washed away through a concentration gradient, similar to how a fish’s gills function.”
As he went to flip through another page, a voice rang out. “Maril, what are you doing? The newbie is here, and they aren’t going to train themself!”
“I know, I know, what was their name again? Doesn’t matter, just send them down here I was going to start in the archives anyway.” He closes the file and takes another sip of coffee. As interesting as the first event was, it seemed that the other two events were grasping at straws, and the sector had truly lost the rogue agent. He would bet a good amount that the rest of the pages were related to natural disasters that were somehow attributed to an ability that seemed to be able to mimic a jellyfish. Unfortunately, he knew better. The years of working with the rogue agent had left a lasting impression on him: Sea of Monsters was truly a powerful, all-encompassing ability. The user was able to mimic the functions of almost any organism in the ocean, its power following certain rules that even he was unaware of. “I thought he had mentioned that jellyfish had the most energy-efficient method of locomotion, not the fastest… It’s not like it is a dang jet ski.” With a sigh, he sat up and went out to greet the new agent.
Maril came back to the desk and explained the role and purpose of the agency to the new recruit. As he is talking, “Newbie” takes a glance at the dossier, and their eyes start to open wide with shock. They seemed especially focused on the picture in the dossier, of a black haired man with a cheerful expression. A soft whispered mutter comes out of her mouth, “Soon.”
“What?”
The young agent looked up, flustered. “Wait, what? What did I do?” Maril examines her appearance and looks at the picture, but doesn’t see any similarities at all. “Did you listen to anything that I just said?”
“Oh, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a bit. You were going over how we file reports?”
Maril shakes his head. With a long sigh and a sip of his coffee, he prepares for a long and tiring training.
At the end of the day, Maril ventures back to his desk. Deciding that the rest of the event log is useless, he scans over the information known about the agent. If he were to investigate the case more thoroughly, perhaps he would need to find someone who had some information that wasn’t in the file. He pulls out a squirming map and sets his sights on the branch the agent was from: Tourelle.
Edited 11/4/2025: 827 words
Fun fact about jellyfish: They have the most energy efficient method of movement, by basically creating two vortexes of water, smashing them together which propels them all in one motion (when you see them kinda like idk swim idk how to describe it). Also yes the submarine thing is true ;-;
Edited 11/7/2025: 874 words
Added more abt rookie
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139
Note: this reads a lot better if you read my past dailies, check out my thread
Chapter 1: Maril
Maril sits at the office desk, coffee in hand. Lately, the guardian force hasn’t had many cases to deal with, and recently, he has been going over cases that had gone cold. Most were resolved by themself, except for one. Notoriously known in his sector as the “Sea of Monsters” case, involving a rogue agent. With a sigh, he prepared himself for a long day of reading through what seemed to be a never-ending file. He opened the case and, with a long sip of his coffee, began to read.
08/12/2000
Russian Submarine Kursk sinks. Publicly attributed to a peroxide leak from a torpedo. After a thorough investigation of the site, including the use of the ability “Back in Time” from Agent #### (Codename Mouse), it is believed “Sea of Monsters” was used to sabotage the submarine. Ring-like marks on the ground, possibly an enhanced version of jellyfish-like locomotion (vortex rings), would explain how the perpetrator was able to dodge surveillance. Poison barbs were also found at the site and in certain victims, believed to have a role in maintenance. Bodies of key officials, such as Gennady Lyachin, were not recovered.
Edit: 11/13/2010
####### ####### ### #### found
Maril’s eyes narrowed. Almost an entire edit in the case was removed; something almost unheard of. The use of the word “found” especially piqued his interest. He chastised himself in his head. “Stop, stop, focus on skimming through the file first. No use in focusing on blacked out words when there are perfectly legible ones later on.”
08/23/2005
Hurricane Katrina begins. Possibly due to “Sea of Monsters”, though it is hard to imagine this ability being so strong as to be able to cause a hurricane. Agent #### would not have to hide this long.
“Why was this added here?” Maril scoffed at the page in disbelief, wondering why this was included at all. “There is something known as being a bit too thorough, you know…”
04/20/2010
The Deepwater Horizon spill occurs due to a surge of natural gas. Use of ability “Back in Time” and an extensive search of the site did not lead to any clues. Due to the cleanliness of the site, it is heavily believed that “Sea of Monsters” had an influence on the event. At least some clues should be visible, but it is almost as if they were all washed away. The salinity of the water was noted to be substantially lower than that of the surrounding waters, possibly causing clues nearby to be washed away through a concentration gradient, similar to how a fish’s gills function.”
As he went to flip through another page, a voice rang out. “Maril, what are you doing? The newbie is here, and they aren’t going to train themself!”
“I know, I know, what was their name again? Doesn’t matter, just send them down here I was going to start in the archives anyway.” He closes the file and takes another sip of coffee. As interesting as the first event was, it seemed that the other two events were grasping at straws, and the sector had truly lost the rogue agent. He would bet a good amount that the rest of the pages were related to natural disasters that were somehow attributed to an ability that seemed to be able to mimic a jellyfish. Unfortunately, he knew better. The years of working with the rogue agent had left a lasting impression on him: Sea of Monsters was truly a powerful, all-encompassing ability. The user was able to mimic the functions of almost any organism in the ocean, its power following certain rules that even he was unaware of. “I thought he had mentioned that jellyfish had the most energy-efficient method of locomotion, not the fastest… It’s not like it is a dang jet ski.” With a sigh, he sat up and went out to greet the new agent.
Maril came back to the desk and explained the role and purpose of the agency to the new recruit. As he is talking, “Newbie” takes a glance at the dossier, and their eyes start to open wide with shock. They seemed especially focused on the picture in the dossier, of a black haired man with a cheerful expression. A soft whispered mutter comes out of her mouth, “Soon.”
“What?”
The young agent looked up, flustered. “Wait, what? What did I do?” Maril examines her appearance and looks at the picture, but doesn’t see any similarities at all. “Did you listen to anything that I just said?”
“Oh, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a bit. You were going over how we file reports?”
Maril shakes his head. With a long sigh and a sip of his coffee, he prepares for a long and tiring training.
At the end of the day, Maril ventures back to his desk. Deciding that the rest of the event log is useless, he scans over the information known about the agent. If he were to investigate the case more thoroughly, perhaps he would need to find someone who had some information that wasn’t in the file. He pulls out a squirming map and sets his sights on the branch the agent was from: Tourelle.
Edited 11/4/2025: 827 words
Fun fact about jellyfish: They have the most energy efficient method of movement, by basically creating two vortexes of water, smashing them together which propels them all in one motion (when you see them kinda like idk swim idk how to describe it). Also yes the submarine thing is true ;-;
Edited 11/7/2025: 874 words
Added more abt rookie
Last edited by CaleMoretti (Nov. 8, 2025 00:29:44)
- mossflower29
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
jellyfish daily!!
Through the window, the sunlight began to fade, replaced by a dim blue glow.
“Dad! I see it!” a young boy cried, pressing his face against the glass pane, nose scrunching as he peered into the sky.
He rolled off of the couch, running as fast as his short legs could carry him to the front door. His father had gotten there first, and the boy caught a glimpse of his checkered shirt as he rounded the corner of the house, heading for the toolshed.
The boy grabbed his net from where it sat in the back of the coat closet and rushed outside, his mouth hanging open as he stared upwards with wide eyes. Long, tentacles waved slowly back and forth in the sky above him, each one at least ten times his height, each one leading to the bell of the massive jellyfish that floated above, covering the sun like a translucent blue curtain. Though his father had always told him to avoid looking straight at the sun, the boy couldn't help but to stare at its blurred outline behind the creature.
Around his house, everything had changed—tall grass rustled in the light breeze, as calm and cerulean as a lake; the once-colorful wildflowers around the doorstep had been dimmed to various shades of periwinkle and aqua; his house's white paint was striped with rippling azure shadows. The boy spun in circles, arms flung out wide. Even his chubby fingers held out in front of him resembled some strange sea creature, unfamiliar yet beautiful.
The serenity of the scene was interrupted with a shout from the boy's father on the other side of the field. The boy rushed towards him, parting the grass around him as he moved, imagining he was running across a vast ocean.
More people than the boy could count on his fingers had emerged from their homes beneath the jellyfish, each one taking their place along the edge of the massive net that had been prepared the previous night and lain in the plot of dirt at the center of the field.
The boy watched as together, they swung their hands up and down, sending the woven net billowing upwards into the sky. It took only moments before they entangled one of the loose tentacles, and with a sharp tug they sent the creature plummeting downwards, rays of light spraying from where its bell had once covered the sun. In the blink of an eye the colors of the world had returned to normal and the jellyfish lay on the dirt, slowly deflating beneath the summer sky.
Through the window, the sunlight began to fade, replaced by a dim blue glow.
“Dad! I see it!” a young boy cried, pressing his face against the glass pane, nose scrunching as he peered into the sky.
He rolled off of the couch, running as fast as his short legs could carry him to the front door. His father had gotten there first, and the boy caught a glimpse of his checkered shirt as he rounded the corner of the house, heading for the toolshed.
The boy grabbed his net from where it sat in the back of the coat closet and rushed outside, his mouth hanging open as he stared upwards with wide eyes. Long, tentacles waved slowly back and forth in the sky above him, each one at least ten times his height, each one leading to the bell of the massive jellyfish that floated above, covering the sun like a translucent blue curtain. Though his father had always told him to avoid looking straight at the sun, the boy couldn't help but to stare at its blurred outline behind the creature.
Around his house, everything had changed—tall grass rustled in the light breeze, as calm and cerulean as a lake; the once-colorful wildflowers around the doorstep had been dimmed to various shades of periwinkle and aqua; his house's white paint was striped with rippling azure shadows. The boy spun in circles, arms flung out wide. Even his chubby fingers held out in front of him resembled some strange sea creature, unfamiliar yet beautiful.
The serenity of the scene was interrupted with a shout from the boy's father on the other side of the field. The boy rushed towards him, parting the grass around him as he moved, imagining he was running across a vast ocean.
More people than the boy could count on his fingers had emerged from their homes beneath the jellyfish, each one taking their place along the edge of the massive net that had been prepared the previous night and lain in the plot of dirt at the center of the field.
The boy watched as together, they swung their hands up and down, sending the woven net billowing upwards into the sky. It took only moments before they entangled one of the loose tentacles, and with a sharp tug they sent the creature plummeting downwards, rays of light spraying from where its bell had once covered the sun. In the blink of an eye the colors of the world had returned to normal and the jellyfish lay on the dirt, slowly deflating beneath the summer sky.
Last edited by mossflower29 (Nov. 3, 2025 23:58:28)
- VioAquaCat
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Scratcher
7 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Daily Three
The room in the aquarium was dark, lit dimly with soft lights from under the platform Clef was on. She was laying down, arms spread out like she was a star on the comfortable carpet. The platform that she was on was circular, about one foot off the ground and eight feet in diameter. The wall was glass, the surroundings around her were curved, like she was inside of a pillar. Beyond the glass were jellyfish. They were a gorgeous orange and pink, and slightly transparent like ghosts in the water. They floated, graceful but aimless.
Clef had been staring at them for days. She didn't need to eat or sleep, so they had stuck her in her, with nothing to do but watch the jellyfish. With every second she felt like her sanity was slipping further and further. Drop by drop.
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The jellyfish were surrounding her. Taunting her with their freedom. Clef blinked her dry eyes. Sometimes she thought she could see him, the one who’d trapped her here, in the water. Mocking her. But he wasn't there. Sometimes she thought she heard the door opening. She’d look up hastily, but the door would still be closed.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed since she’d been trapped. Weeks. Months. Years. Eons. Time stretched on here in this glass room, with no indication of day or night. All she could see were the jellyfish. The jellyfish who looked like sunsets and could go anywhere they wanted in that water. Clef wished she could be one. That freedom to just float, that freedom to move. It seemed like they were the only other thing that existed.
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Pain blazed on Clef’s skin. She had tried to break the glass to no avail, trying to drown herself in that water. When she couldn't she had scratched herself, just to feel something. Now she sat huddled against the glass wall, head in her hands. Clef hated the jellyfish. She wished they’d all be gone. She wished they'd all leave her alone. Instead they circled her. Watching her in her misery. In her insanity.
She was sure she was insane now. She had hallucinations of people she once knew, places she had once been. None of those memories even seemed real anymore. They just felt like outlandish imaginations. The only thing that could exist was this room.
Clef felt like she could feel the air grow a little bit colder, a little bit fresher. She felt like she could feel a faint breeze stinging her scratched and bleeding arms. She threw herself against the wall again, trying to dispel the hallucinations.
She could hear faint footsteps. She stared at her faint reflection in the glass across from her. Again? How many times did she have to imagine this scene?She heard the footsteps grow louder, voices, screaming, shouts— it was all too loud!
Clef heard a sudden *bang* somewhere. She flinched, curling into herself more. Another hallucination? She shuddered as she heard it again.
Bang!
Bang!
Crash!
A blinding light shone from the doorway and Clef was forced to shut her eyes. It was fake again, she was sure of it. She would never be free. She bit down on her lip hard, drawing blood, trying to force herself to go back to the reality of the dark room.
Someone knelt down beside her.
“Clef? Clef, are you okay?” Said a voice, softly.
Clef dug her nails into her legs.
“Go away— let me be— this isn't real.” She muttered to herself. “Go away!” She pulled back, her back pressed against the cold glass.
“Hey— hey calm down. Come on, let's get out of here. You’re free.”
Clef felt a hand gently grabbing her arm. Clef looked up sharply. She tried to pull away but the person's grip was firm. Against her will, Clef was pulled to her feet. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the sudden harsh light. The doorway was open, and beyond it she could see a trashed hallway and four figures waiting for her.
Clef blinked, unbelieving. “Is… is this actually real?”
“Yes,” said the person holding her. “You can leave now. Come with us.”
She… she could leave this room. There actually was a world other than this dark miserable chamber. She could— she could be free.
Clef took a trembling step towards the light, fearful that any moment it could dissolve like it had so many times before. But she actually stepped out. For the first time in what felt like forever, she breathed fresh air. She could feel the warm touch of sunlight on her skin.
She was free.
So uhh, that was my daily i guess? I dont really know what i was writing heh… its like 3 am…
Last edited by VioAquaCat (Nov. 4, 2025 00:01:44)
- seIkie-
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Scratcher
16 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
☽ weekly i ☾
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» part i: poetry - 132 words
she came from the ocean
there is water in my sneakers.
they squelch with every step.
she pulls me onward, upward,
to places i have never seen
nor longed for. she holds my hand.
she steadies me against the rocks
rolling under my feet, and as she does
she looks out to the sea
and i can see i'm losing her.
she wants to be out there.
she is made for the waves,
the salt, the sand, the sea.
it would be a crime to keep her here but
i clutch her tight, spin her
like we're dancing,
hold her close to my chest and sway.
she tucks her head under my chin.
i can smell her citrus-scented shampoo.
she is still looking toward the ocean, pining
as i do for her.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
» part ii: songwriting - 400 words
a/n: if it's not obvious, this is a parody of you belong with me by taylor swift. i'm afraid my songwriting abilities are lacking, but my abilities to rhyme and count syllables are not. the song has been repurposed to describe my original characters, lois & ren, from my short story & novella, tell (me) the truth.
You're at lunch with your friends and
They're upset, you're going off about something that one said
'Cause she doesn't get your morals like I do
I'm outside, it's your typical Tuesday plight
I'm hanging with the kind of people they don't like
And they'll never know your story like I do
But they wear short skirts
I wear T-shirts
You're team captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been me the whole time
If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So, why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me
Sit by the tree with you and our stolen dreams
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing til I cry, thinking to myself
“Hey, aren't we meant to be?”
And you've got a smile
That could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while
Since I cut you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey, whatcha doing with girls like that?
But they wear short skirts
I wear T-shirts
You're team captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been me the whole time
If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So, why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting up til past four
All this time, how could you not know, baby?
You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh, I remember you sneaking in my house
In the middle of the night
I'm the one who made you laugh
When you knew you ‘bout to cry
I knew your favorite songs
And you’d tell me ‘bout your dreams
Thought I knew where you belonged
Now I know it’s with me
Can't you see
That I'm the one
Who understands you?
Been here all along
So, why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting up til past four
All this time, how could we not know, baby?
You belong with me
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
'Cause you belong with me
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» part iii: scriptwriting - 306 words
INT. BEDROOM — EVENING
A teenage girl's bedroom. There are lots of POSTERS, especially of iconic queer musicians — boygenius, girl in red, Lady Gaga, MUNA. It's cluttered yet organized. There are a large number of plants and plant-themed decorations. The bed is covered in stuffed animals. REN (17), short with red hair and dressed in something comfortable and indie, stands in the middle of the room, fidgeting. LOIS (16), taller than Ren and biracial and dressed in something cute and chic, stands near the doorway. She is less visibly nervous.
REN
Sooo…this is my room.
LOIS
It's nice.
REN
You think so?
LOIS
Sure. Um…I like your Lady Gaga poster.
REN
Yeah, it's signed — wanna see?
LOIS
Oh, um, sure.
Ren shows Lois the Lady Gaga poster.
CLOSE ON: THE SIGNED LADY GAGA POSTER.
LOIS (CONT'D)
Oh, wow. That's really her.
REN
Yeah! Kay and Bryce and I saw her last year. Ohmygod, she was so good.
LOIS
Oh, Kay. We're in Chem together.
REN
Right, I think I remember them mentioning you.
LOIS
They talk about me?
REN
All good things, of course. I mean, there's not really anything to complain about you, is there? You're just, like…perfectly perfect. That's you! Perfectly perfect Lois Lawson.
LOIS
Ah. Thanks.
REN
Yeppp. You're welcome. … So, uh, the project?
Lois sits on the floor and pulls her LAPTOP and a NOTEBOOK out of her BAG. The laptop is covered in tasteful stickers. Ren sits next to her.
LOIS
I finished writing the scripts last night, so I was thinking we could dive right into it today.
REN
Dive?
LOIS
Huh?
REN
Is that a pun? Did you just make a pun?
LOIS
What— No. Well, I guess so, but it was—it was unintentional. Stop smiling like that.
REN
Aww, I'm already rubbing off on you.
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» part iv: speech - 438 words
I used to dream about being in love. Haven't we all, at some point? Show of hands — hold them high, loud and proud, guys — how many are romantics? Really? That few. Come on, now, I know there's got to be a few more than that! Hands, hands, raise them up, let me see — okay, yeah, that looks more like it.
Merriam-Webster defines “romantic,” the noun, as “a romantic person, trait, or component.” Now, if you're defining something, why the heck would you use the word you're defining in your definition? It makes no sense to me. That's why I decided to ignore the definition of romantic and forge my own path of romance.
A romantic is a lover, yes. I feel like we all know that. But a lover of what? A person, sure. Life. Words. Sports. My dad is a romantic when it comes to sports — anyone else? Yes? Hey, I see one — oh, two hands! Yes! Thank you. I'm sure we've all seen one of those guys: they watch every college football game, ESPN is always on, they're checking the score during church like a kid on their phone in school, holding it in their lap and all. It's pretty funny. Being in love makes kids of us all.
You see, I'm a romantic when it comes to a person. It's totally embarrassing. That's part of love, too, after checking your phone during church. I remember the first time I held hands with someone romantically. It was raining — just absolutely pouring, it was awful and my heels were soaked — and I was holding the umbrella over us. She hadn't brought one with her, so we were huddled close together. Our hands overlapped when we held the umbrella. Does that count as holding hands? Yes? No? Come on, people, whaddya think? No? What, come on, I think so. There were hands. Mine was holding the umbrella, but her hand was holding my hand while I was holding the umbrella. That counts to me. Close enough. You guys are no fun. I'm teasing, I like y'all plenty.
One of the dumb things I did when I was being a romantic was — well, we've all written a love poem or two, haven't we? I…may have have written more than one. More than two. More than a dozen. I'm — Let me be upfront with you here. I am a horrible romantic. It's clinical. Day two and I'm writing love letters. I think someone needs to set me straight. But, hey, some people appreciate it. And those are the ones I like, you feel me? They're the ones that matter.
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Scratcher
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Song - kept women by fleet foxes liine“ cinder and smoke hanging in the air”
Cinder and smoke hung in the air.
The churning of the waves was consistent as always. The priestess averted her gaze from the crowd and continued on with her rites. The heavy smell of cinder and smoke filled her lungs as she murmured her prayers—her tongue divine for a moment, mimicking the divinity of the gods.
The salt from the sea was ever-present, even in the temples so high above the water. Sometimes her visitors struggled to differentiate between it and the salt of their own tears.
Strange, the sea.
They say the girl is from the sea. That a strange pink whale was hauled ashore, and within it rested she.
From the sea, they said.
The priestess continued on with her prayers.
The girl was a faint yellow thing, half bones. She could barely understand a word they said, but that was all right. That was what the priestess was there for—with her pretty words, she could coax the language of her people into the girl’s mind. A translator of sorts.
The girl kept darting her silver eyes back and forth, struggling to take in the scenery before her: heavy, glided silver temples, silver-robed priestesses, and silver knights.
Silver—or grey—like the sea.
At least in that, she could take comfort: the familiarity of the color, if not the landscape.
Though it would be wrong to assume she was a sea nymph or some other creature. She could just as easily be a girl who had the simple misfortune of being swallowed by a whale.
The priestess paused at last and tipped a bowl to the girl’s lips, feeding her the last of the words.
“Stranger, I welcome you forth.”
The first word she spoke surprised them all—with such conviction and certainty that they obeyed.
A request for an old knight, and the declaration that she was a god.
Cinder and smoke hung in the air.
The churning of the waves was consistent as always. The priestess averted her gaze from the crowd and continued on with her rites. The heavy smell of cinder and smoke filled her lungs as she murmured her prayers—her tongue divine for a moment, mimicking the divinity of the gods.
The salt from the sea was ever-present, even in the temples so high above the water. Sometimes her visitors struggled to differentiate between it and the salt of their own tears.
Strange, the sea.
They say the girl is from the sea. That a strange pink whale was hauled ashore, and within it rested she.
From the sea, they said.
The priestess continued on with her prayers.
The girl was a faint yellow thing, half bones. She could barely understand a word they said, but that was all right. That was what the priestess was there for—with her pretty words, she could coax the language of her people into the girl’s mind. A translator of sorts.
The girl kept darting her silver eyes back and forth, struggling to take in the scenery before her: heavy, glided silver temples, silver-robed priestesses, and silver knights.
Silver—or grey—like the sea.
At least in that, she could take comfort: the familiarity of the color, if not the landscape.
Though it would be wrong to assume she was a sea nymph or some other creature. She could just as easily be a girl who had the simple misfortune of being swallowed by a whale.
The priestess paused at last and tipped a bowl to the girl’s lips, feeding her the last of the words.
“Stranger, I welcome you forth.”
The first word she spoke surprised them all—with such conviction and certainty that they obeyed.
A request for an old knight, and the declaration that she was a god.
- Alfalfa78
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
if only you were here
“i wish i could cross my arms / and cross your mind” - tidal wave, owl city
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“i wish i could cross my arms / and cross your mind” - tidal wave, owl city
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The Room of a Thousand Fountains was the only place Beatrix could feel at peace, anymore. Not even the places for meditation were relaxing.
Too quiet – too loud.
Too silent – too deafening.
She didn’t like noise. She hated silence even more.
The meditation rooms were silent, utterly silent. You weren’t allowed to talk there, otherwise you’d disturb the “peace” for everybody else. But everyone’s emotions were too loud. She could feel them, hear them. They were annoying, too all over the place. They’d quiet for just a moment before suddenly bursting and spiking.
It was why Bea needed an escape.
And the Room of a Thousand Fountains was just that.
There were more than enough hiding places for her.
Plus, the room was so big that she could hardly feel anyone’s emotions but her own.
And maybe that was the problem.
She could feel herself dr0wning in her own sorrow, her grief. Her homesickness.
Ka’ra, she missed Liam.
She wished he was here right now. She wished her best friend was sitting beside her, making some dumb joke as he cleaned his weapon or fiddled with some tech.
She’d give anything for him to be here right now.
Her eyes squeezed shut as wrapped her arms around her legs.
“… I wish you here, Li,” she mumbled into her knees. “Maybe I wouldn’t be trapped in here and maybe people wouldn’t judge me so much. Because you’d be here and we’d be together.”
Naturally, nobody responded.
She only squeezed her eyes tighter, curling in further on herself.
“… I hope you’re thinking of me,” she whispered. “… heh, maybe that’s why I’m thinking of you. That… that’d be nice, right? Almost like we’re talking again.”
She managed a chuckle as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“… I miss you,” she said.
Nobody heard.
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- -NotWillow-
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Scratcher
55 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
──★ ˙ song daily
443 words … november 3
NOW PLAYING: I Can't Fix You
The Living Tombstone
“made your mistakes and make me hurt / I can't fix you”
He expected a frown, a face of disappointed. That, he could handle.
What he didn't expect was a wide, maniac grin to be on your face.
“I-I'm sorry!” He stammered, although you knew that the apology was insincere.
“Sorry? You're sorry for cheating on me with my best friend? When were you ever sorry? You never were. Not the time when you cancelled last minute for the movie we were supposed to watch. Not the time when you ghosted me for an entire week because I was talking to my childhood friend?” This was the final straw for you. You tried to be patient, but you couldn't take it anymore.
A tear slipped from his eye. This was the first, but it might just be another trick that he was pulling.
“Please,” he was practically on his knees, “I'm sorry. I'll make it up, I'll buy you a necklace. Anything! Just please forgive-” But you weren't having it anymore.
“I have given you so many chances. So many chances for you to learn and hopefully take accountability. Even in your pathetic state, you still aren't owning up to your actions.” You thought he would at least try to please you and admit it. But nope, he just doubles down.
“It wasn't my fault! She just came out of nowhere, and caught me off guard! I swear I didn't mean it. If anything, blame her!” Classic. He tried to shift the blame on someone else. This entire situation was actually a plan made by your best friend to prove how toxic he really was.
You sighed, his incompetence was annoying. You already told him you were done, why couldn't he just leave you already?
“Clearly you can't be immature and understand that I'm not giving you anymore second chances. They were all right. I can't fix you.” He stared at you in disbelief, wide-eyed, as you turned around to leave.
“Y-you don't understand! You don't know how I feel!” His voice was shaky. “It's like the kind of pain that rips your insides out. You wouldn't know.” He tried to earn your sympathy, but you weren't listening anymore.
Laughter escaped your throat. “Me? Out of all the people, you think I wouldn't understand? I'm the one fixing my so called ‘boyfriend’s' mistakes while he's over here getting with other girls?” You pause at this absurdity. “Do I need to spell it out for you? We are over. O-V-E-R.”
You grab your purse, and without looking back, go out the door. You can here his pitiful screams, but nothing could change you. You were finally free, and you wouldn't let that freedom be stolen again.
443 words … november 3
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.
NOW PLAYING: I Can't Fix You
The Living Tombstone
“made your mistakes and make me hurt / I can't fix you”
He expected a frown, a face of disappointed. That, he could handle.
What he didn't expect was a wide, maniac grin to be on your face.
“I-I'm sorry!” He stammered, although you knew that the apology was insincere.
“Sorry? You're sorry for cheating on me with my best friend? When were you ever sorry? You never were. Not the time when you cancelled last minute for the movie we were supposed to watch. Not the time when you ghosted me for an entire week because I was talking to my childhood friend?” This was the final straw for you. You tried to be patient, but you couldn't take it anymore.
A tear slipped from his eye. This was the first, but it might just be another trick that he was pulling.
“Please,” he was practically on his knees, “I'm sorry. I'll make it up, I'll buy you a necklace. Anything! Just please forgive-” But you weren't having it anymore.
“I have given you so many chances. So many chances for you to learn and hopefully take accountability. Even in your pathetic state, you still aren't owning up to your actions.” You thought he would at least try to please you and admit it. But nope, he just doubles down.
“It wasn't my fault! She just came out of nowhere, and caught me off guard! I swear I didn't mean it. If anything, blame her!” Classic. He tried to shift the blame on someone else. This entire situation was actually a plan made by your best friend to prove how toxic he really was.
You sighed, his incompetence was annoying. You already told him you were done, why couldn't he just leave you already?
“Clearly you can't be immature and understand that I'm not giving you anymore second chances. They were all right. I can't fix you.” He stared at you in disbelief, wide-eyed, as you turned around to leave.
“Y-you don't understand! You don't know how I feel!” His voice was shaky. “It's like the kind of pain that rips your insides out. You wouldn't know.” He tried to earn your sympathy, but you weren't listening anymore.
Laughter escaped your throat. “Me? Out of all the people, you think I wouldn't understand? I'm the one fixing my so called ‘boyfriend’s' mistakes while he's over here getting with other girls?” You pause at this absurdity. “Do I need to spell it out for you? We are over. O-V-E-R.”
You grab your purse, and without looking back, go out the door. You can here his pitiful screams, but nothing could change you. You were finally free, and you wouldn't let that freedom be stolen again.
Last edited by -NotWillow- (Nov. 4, 2025 04:25:30)
- Rey_venclaw
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Scratcher
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
“Come home with us, Erik,” Charles said. “Give me a chance.”
“Charles…” Erik began before trailing off.
“Erik, please. I can’t fight you anymore.” Charles was still being supported by Hank, his wheelchair nowhere in sight. But now Raven had joined them.
Erik sighed. “Charles, it’s you I’m fighting for.”
Charles inclined his head, whispered, “I know.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been given another chance to shape the future of the world, of our people. Let’s make it a good one this time.”
“Mutant kind needs us,” Raven added. “All of us, together. We’re the public face of mutant kind now, and none of us can do this alone.”
Erik visibly relaxed after a moment’s pause, metal settling around him. “Okay, Charles. I’ll give this a chance. Let’s try it your way.”
Charles shook his head. “No, not my way. I’ve seen the path my way leads us down and I’m not eager to repeat it. No, we need to compromise, find a way forward that we can all get behind. Even you, Erik. What do you think, my friend?”
“The Xavier-Lehnsherr Home For Mutants,” Raven read out. “Sounds bada**.” She turned around and grinned. “Don’t let it go to your head that you have a school named after you, Charles.”
“And Erik!” Charles protested.
“Yes, Charles. And Erik.” She turned away, patting the sign like it was an animal, and headed inside. Charles followed.
“I can’t wait until we get our first official class of students,” Raven continued. “Can you imagine, Charles? These halls filled with children growing up safe in happy in a world where they don’t have to hide who they are?”
“It’s going to be beautiful,” Charles agreed. “And it shouldn’t be hard to find students once Erik finishes getting the new Cerebro up and running. Though I’m afraid Erik is going to be even more worried about me overworking myself this time.”
“Because you’re disabled now? That hardly seems fair.”
Charles laughed. “No, because we’re together now. It’s made him even more protective of me than he already was. And he was already wary about me using Cerebro.”
“Yes, but he also trusts you more now. And this time the CIA isn’t involved.”
“Yes, fair point.”
Raven approached the stairs, cupping her hands around her mouth and yelling into the upper floors of the mansion, “ERIK! WHERE’S THE LIFT? CHARLES NEEDS TO GET UP THE STAIRS!”
“ONE MOMENT, JUST FIXING SOMETHING,” came the response.
Raven rolled her eyes. “If he’s tinkering with it again even though it’s perfectly fine, I will end him. Personally.”
“Raven, you’ve got to respect his creative process,” Charles said. “Besides, I don’t actually need to go upstairs. I’m good to wait.”
“I know,” Raven said. “It’s just the principle.”
Erik snapped the lift back onto its track with a click that sounded throughout the mansion, and a moment later both Erik and the lift came into view on the landing. “Sorry, Charles,” Erik mumbled.
Charles smiled fondly. “All good, my love. Raven is just being overdramatic.”
“Yes, well, life would be quite boring if Raven was the normal level of dramatic, wouldn’t it?” Erik asked as he helped Charles onto the lift.
“I suppose so,” Charles conceded.
“Charles…” Erik began before trailing off.
“Erik, please. I can’t fight you anymore.” Charles was still being supported by Hank, his wheelchair nowhere in sight. But now Raven had joined them.
Erik sighed. “Charles, it’s you I’m fighting for.”
Charles inclined his head, whispered, “I know.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been given another chance to shape the future of the world, of our people. Let’s make it a good one this time.”
“Mutant kind needs us,” Raven added. “All of us, together. We’re the public face of mutant kind now, and none of us can do this alone.”
Erik visibly relaxed after a moment’s pause, metal settling around him. “Okay, Charles. I’ll give this a chance. Let’s try it your way.”
Charles shook his head. “No, not my way. I’ve seen the path my way leads us down and I’m not eager to repeat it. No, we need to compromise, find a way forward that we can all get behind. Even you, Erik. What do you think, my friend?”
“The Xavier-Lehnsherr Home For Mutants,” Raven read out. “Sounds bada**.” She turned around and grinned. “Don’t let it go to your head that you have a school named after you, Charles.”
“And Erik!” Charles protested.
“Yes, Charles. And Erik.” She turned away, patting the sign like it was an animal, and headed inside. Charles followed.
“I can’t wait until we get our first official class of students,” Raven continued. “Can you imagine, Charles? These halls filled with children growing up safe in happy in a world where they don’t have to hide who they are?”
“It’s going to be beautiful,” Charles agreed. “And it shouldn’t be hard to find students once Erik finishes getting the new Cerebro up and running. Though I’m afraid Erik is going to be even more worried about me overworking myself this time.”
“Because you’re disabled now? That hardly seems fair.”
Charles laughed. “No, because we’re together now. It’s made him even more protective of me than he already was. And he was already wary about me using Cerebro.”
“Yes, but he also trusts you more now. And this time the CIA isn’t involved.”
“Yes, fair point.”
Raven approached the stairs, cupping her hands around her mouth and yelling into the upper floors of the mansion, “ERIK! WHERE’S THE LIFT? CHARLES NEEDS TO GET UP THE STAIRS!”
“ONE MOMENT, JUST FIXING SOMETHING,” came the response.
Raven rolled her eyes. “If he’s tinkering with it again even though it’s perfectly fine, I will end him. Personally.”
“Raven, you’ve got to respect his creative process,” Charles said. “Besides, I don’t actually need to go upstairs. I’m good to wait.”
“I know,” Raven said. “It’s just the principle.”
Erik snapped the lift back onto its track with a click that sounded throughout the mansion, and a moment later both Erik and the lift came into view on the landing. “Sorry, Charles,” Erik mumbled.
Charles smiled fondly. “All good, my love. Raven is just being overdramatic.”
“Yes, well, life would be quite boring if Raven was the normal level of dramatic, wouldn’t it?” Erik asked as he helped Charles onto the lift.
“I suppose so,” Charles conceded.
- theawesomemarbler
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
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November 4th Daily
song is through patches of violet by mili
Here I am, standing at the gates leading towards her beautiful garden filled with lavenders. She reached out her hand, I took it without much thought. My heart was pounding. After all, this is the place where only we can be together without anyone intruding us, maybe there was something important she'd want to say.
“Heathcliff, I'm sorry that everyone here has been treating you terribly the moment you came to Wuthering Heights. It really hurts me to see you being mistreated like that.” She spoke softly, as if afraid that someone else might be overhearing our conversation. But something didn't feel right. She had already mentioned this to me multiple times before.
“Hey, I ‘preciate the concern and all, but that’s not the reason you're speakin' to me, eh?”
“Huh?”
“Look, you told me the same story many times before. And on our way here, you were smirking like mad.”
I couldn't help but grin when I saw her face. Just like the times when she was younger, like a kid caught in the act of something wrong, it was the same expression she made right now. Being able to see the same look on her face brings me joy, something I rarely felt staying in this manor.
“Okay, fine! I'll admit I brought you here for a different reason!” She reached into the pockets of her dress and pulled out a box. “I wanted to give you this. Take it as a gift from me.” She smiled as she opened the box. I was taken aback when seeing its contents.
“Hold on, isn't this your family heirloom? Why would you-”
“I don't mind. I would want to give it to you after all.”
My heart was racing now. Two simple, but bright silver rings were placed inside the box. Is she implying that…?
“Heathcliff, I want to tell you to remember, I-”
“Heathcliff!”
I woke up by the sounds of the engine revving to a halt. Looking out the window, I saw a familiar scenery of violets with wuthering storms thundering over a tall, demeaning manor.
“No… don't tell me the Golden Bough is-”
“Heathcliff, stop gawking and exit the bus! We've arrived at our next stop.”
Wow. I really am back here again, huh? Talk about good memories.
“Heathcliff, what's with the glum look? I thought you'd miss it here since you're beloved girlfriend should be waiting for you to complete your journey.” Ishmael smirked. I don't know what her problem is with me, I literally saved her from dying some time ago. And this is what I received?
“Woi, shut your mouth, ginger.” The words came out of my mouth before I realized what she said. I don't know why, but every mention of her just forces me to be mean.
“Dante asks why they are here at this place.” Faust asked our guide, Vergilius. It seems like our amnesiac clockhead is clueless about everything again.
“Dante, you really did replace your brain with a clock…” Vergilius sighed as he answered reluctantly, “This place contains a Golden Bough. And we're here to retrieve it.”
There's actually no way.
<But there aren't any Lobotomy Corp. branches around here as much as I can see.>
It's really a hassle that only we Sinners are able to hear Dante. I don't understand how Faust is able to do the translating all the time without getting tired of Dante's endless questions.
“There somehow seems to be a Golden Bough in a place without the branch of Lobotomy Corporation, but it's not entirely out of the question. Now let's go before we waste any more time.”
“Heathcliff, w-where are you going? That's not the way we're supposed to go!” Sinclair called out to me.
I'm not listening to that stupid kid. He doesn't know anything.
“Oi! Heathcliff, are you really that dumb? Wow, you can't even tell where the right direction is.” Ishmael once again threw an insult at me.
As if you had a compass anyway. Just let me be.
<Um, Heathcliff? Is anything wrong?>
That clock… I just want to be alone. Please leave me be.
“God, what is wrong with him?”
“Hey, Ishy~ Don't be like that. You were exactly the same the last time we went to the Great Lake! Heathcliff must be experiencing the same thing like you did.”
“Rodya, I thought we agreed not to talk about that thing again…”
“You guys are the folks from Limbus Company Bus?”
One of the butlers of Wuthering Heights stepped forward. Leading the Sinners away as I watched from the distance. As they were going in, I heard whispers of their voices through the winds.
“Heathcliff… odd… anger… tantrum…”
“Yeah… poor… ill-mannered… wonder… Cathy… interested…”
I felt myself clenching my fists as I continued the path towards the garden, somewhere I can be myself without anyone intruding me.
Here I am, standing in the fields of lavenders as I felt the winds brushes by. After everything we been through together, everyone still thinks of me the same. I wished I was educated, brought up in a rich family like Sinclair, and being easy to talk to like Rodion, or at least have brains like Yi Sang or Faust. But all I am is just a man with muscles, brains and a heart, yet no one sees me as someone like a hooligan unable to be reasoned with. It's always the same, until she came into the picture. I wonder how she'll see me if she was with me at the moment? Would she still be happy with me?
“Heathcliff!”
I heard the voice of the one I'm so desperate to hear, and turned around and saw her silhouette across the patches of lavenders. She smiled, just like how she was when she comforted me after they beat me up, and it was the same look as it was now.
“Catherine…”
I felt a tingling sensation in my nose, but I held it in. Cathy came up to me and held me by my hands.
“Heathcliff… I missed you.”
“Cathy…” The way she hugged me felt so warm, so genuine. It was harder to control my emotions. But my face remained expressionless.
“Why did you leave me… I thought-”
“Heathcliff, I'm sorry. I wanted to protect you, because-”
It was the first time I genuinely smiled, not a smirk or a grin to dismiss someone off, but a smile which made me glad. It felt so easy to smile, why couldn't I do it before?
“There's no need. I know everything you've done is always for me in the end.”
Cathy laughed as I held her hand and looked at her in the eyes. I felt it about to seep through, pouring over what I could barely control. Yet I still managed to hide my tears in.
“Heathcliff, I still need to apologize… I couldn't help you back then, but I can help you now.”
Once more, she reached in her pockets of her gown, and took out another gift for me.
“Lavenders…”
“Just to remind you once more, about the times we were together right here. I'm sure you got the message?”
“Yeah… I know. It's a miracle I'm able to see you once more…”
<Heathcliff!>
I opened my eyes to the tickings of a clock. I found myself standing across the grounds, as if waking up from a dream. Cathy was nowhere to be seen, yet the lavenders she gave me were still in my hand.
<There you are! I was so worried for you… Are you okay?>
I turned to face my manager, who may be a bit dull at times, but I know they care for each of us Sinners. Yet, I don't feel like receiving their concern.
“I'm fine, clockhead. Let's just go.”
<Heathcliff, were you crying…?>
They got me there. I failed to notice that the tears finally leaked out of my eyes. I quickly rubbed them off.
“It's nothing. Everyone's waiting for us.”
<She's gone, isn't she?>
They done it. I can't believe myself for what happened next, because next I knew I was on Dante, seeing their body bloodied up.
“No…. No… Dante, I-”
<Heathcliff, I'm fine… I'm sorry, did I trigger something?>
“Why… why are you looking out for me?”
<Because I'm your manager, Heathcliff. Your well-being, alongside the other Sinners, is my concern and responsibility. I need to you tell me what's wrong so I can help you.>
I sighed, does Dante really care for us? Genuinely?
“Don't tell this to the others, they'll laugh at me for bein' so corny.”
<I won't.>
1435 words excluding author's note
November 4th Daily
song is through patches of violet by mili
Here I am, standing at the gates leading towards her beautiful garden filled with lavenders. She reached out her hand, I took it without much thought. My heart was pounding. After all, this is the place where only we can be together without anyone intruding us, maybe there was something important she'd want to say.
“Heathcliff, I'm sorry that everyone here has been treating you terribly the moment you came to Wuthering Heights. It really hurts me to see you being mistreated like that.” She spoke softly, as if afraid that someone else might be overhearing our conversation. But something didn't feel right. She had already mentioned this to me multiple times before.
“Hey, I ‘preciate the concern and all, but that’s not the reason you're speakin' to me, eh?”
“Huh?”
“Look, you told me the same story many times before. And on our way here, you were smirking like mad.”
I couldn't help but grin when I saw her face. Just like the times when she was younger, like a kid caught in the act of something wrong, it was the same expression she made right now. Being able to see the same look on her face brings me joy, something I rarely felt staying in this manor.
“Okay, fine! I'll admit I brought you here for a different reason!” She reached into the pockets of her dress and pulled out a box. “I wanted to give you this. Take it as a gift from me.” She smiled as she opened the box. I was taken aback when seeing its contents.
“Hold on, isn't this your family heirloom? Why would you-”
“I don't mind. I would want to give it to you after all.”
My heart was racing now. Two simple, but bright silver rings were placed inside the box. Is she implying that…?
“Heathcliff, I want to tell you to remember, I-”
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“Heathcliff!”
I woke up by the sounds of the engine revving to a halt. Looking out the window, I saw a familiar scenery of violets with wuthering storms thundering over a tall, demeaning manor.
“No… don't tell me the Golden Bough is-”
“Heathcliff, stop gawking and exit the bus! We've arrived at our next stop.”
Wow. I really am back here again, huh? Talk about good memories.
“Heathcliff, what's with the glum look? I thought you'd miss it here since you're beloved girlfriend should be waiting for you to complete your journey.” Ishmael smirked. I don't know what her problem is with me, I literally saved her from dying some time ago. And this is what I received?
“Woi, shut your mouth, ginger.” The words came out of my mouth before I realized what she said. I don't know why, but every mention of her just forces me to be mean.
“Dante asks why they are here at this place.” Faust asked our guide, Vergilius. It seems like our amnesiac clockhead is clueless about everything again.
“Dante, you really did replace your brain with a clock…” Vergilius sighed as he answered reluctantly, “This place contains a Golden Bough. And we're here to retrieve it.”
There's actually no way.
<But there aren't any Lobotomy Corp. branches around here as much as I can see.>
It's really a hassle that only we Sinners are able to hear Dante. I don't understand how Faust is able to do the translating all the time without getting tired of Dante's endless questions.
“There somehow seems to be a Golden Bough in a place without the branch of Lobotomy Corporation, but it's not entirely out of the question. Now let's go before we waste any more time.”
“Heathcliff, w-where are you going? That's not the way we're supposed to go!” Sinclair called out to me.
I'm not listening to that stupid kid. He doesn't know anything.
“Oi! Heathcliff, are you really that dumb? Wow, you can't even tell where the right direction is.” Ishmael once again threw an insult at me.
As if you had a compass anyway. Just let me be.
<Um, Heathcliff? Is anything wrong?>
That clock… I just want to be alone. Please leave me be.
“God, what is wrong with him?”
“Hey, Ishy~ Don't be like that. You were exactly the same the last time we went to the Great Lake! Heathcliff must be experiencing the same thing like you did.”
“Rodya, I thought we agreed not to talk about that thing again…”
“You guys are the folks from Limbus Company Bus?”
One of the butlers of Wuthering Heights stepped forward. Leading the Sinners away as I watched from the distance. As they were going in, I heard whispers of their voices through the winds.
“Heathcliff… odd… anger… tantrum…”
“Yeah… poor… ill-mannered… wonder… Cathy… interested…”
I felt myself clenching my fists as I continued the path towards the garden, somewhere I can be myself without anyone intruding me.
Here I am, standing in the fields of lavenders as I felt the winds brushes by. After everything we been through together, everyone still thinks of me the same. I wished I was educated, brought up in a rich family like Sinclair, and being easy to talk to like Rodion, or at least have brains like Yi Sang or Faust. But all I am is just a man with muscles, brains and a heart, yet no one sees me as someone like a hooligan unable to be reasoned with. It's always the same, until she came into the picture. I wonder how she'll see me if she was with me at the moment? Would she still be happy with me?
“Heathcliff!”
I heard the voice of the one I'm so desperate to hear, and turned around and saw her silhouette across the patches of lavenders. She smiled, just like how she was when she comforted me after they beat me up, and it was the same look as it was now.
“Catherine…”
I felt a tingling sensation in my nose, but I held it in. Cathy came up to me and held me by my hands.
“Heathcliff… I missed you.”
“Cathy…” The way she hugged me felt so warm, so genuine. It was harder to control my emotions. But my face remained expressionless.
“Why did you leave me… I thought-”
“Heathcliff, I'm sorry. I wanted to protect you, because-”
It was the first time I genuinely smiled, not a smirk or a grin to dismiss someone off, but a smile which made me glad. It felt so easy to smile, why couldn't I do it before?
“There's no need. I know everything you've done is always for me in the end.”
Cathy laughed as I held her hand and looked at her in the eyes. I felt it about to seep through, pouring over what I could barely control. Yet I still managed to hide my tears in.
“Heathcliff, I still need to apologize… I couldn't help you back then, but I can help you now.”
Once more, she reached in her pockets of her gown, and took out another gift for me.
“Lavenders…”
“Just to remind you once more, about the times we were together right here. I'm sure you got the message?”
“Yeah… I know. It's a miracle I'm able to see you once more…”
<Heathcliff!>
I opened my eyes to the tickings of a clock. I found myself standing across the grounds, as if waking up from a dream. Cathy was nowhere to be seen, yet the lavenders she gave me were still in my hand.
<There you are! I was so worried for you… Are you okay?>
I turned to face my manager, who may be a bit dull at times, but I know they care for each of us Sinners. Yet, I don't feel like receiving their concern.
“I'm fine, clockhead. Let's just go.”
<Heathcliff, were you crying…?>
They got me there. I failed to notice that the tears finally leaked out of my eyes. I quickly rubbed them off.
“It's nothing. Everyone's waiting for us.”
<She's gone, isn't she?>
They done it. I can't believe myself for what happened next, because next I knew I was on Dante, seeing their body bloodied up.
“No…. No… Dante, I-”
<Heathcliff, I'm fine… I'm sorry, did I trigger something?>
“Why… why are you looking out for me?”
<Because I'm your manager, Heathcliff. Your well-being, alongside the other Sinners, is my concern and responsibility. I need to you tell me what's wrong so I can help you.>
I sighed, does Dante really care for us? Genuinely?
“Don't tell this to the others, they'll laugh at me for bein' so corny.”
<I won't.>
Author's Note:
The story is not based entirely on Wuthering Heights, but a version retold through a game “Limbus Company” about Heathcliff and Wuthering Heights, so there would be some unfamiliar details. Another thing I wanna say is that I wanted to put “Children of the City” as it's my favorite song from the band but unfortunately I don't think it'll be too scratch appropriate so have a little love story tragedy instead ahahaha
1435 words excluding author's note
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Mission Report 01 - Different Types of Writing
Part 1: 143/100 words
Part 2: 440/200 words
Part 3: 532/300 words
Part 4: 624/400 words
Total: 1739/1000 words
Points: 2000 points
This weekly also accidentally ended up following the theme of departures whoops
Part 1: 143/100 words
Part 2: 440/200 words
Part 3: 532/300 words
Part 4: 624/400 words
Total: 1739/1000 words
Points: 2000 points
This weekly also accidentally ended up following the theme of departures whoops
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Part 1 - Poetry - 143 words
The train station is filled with those,
Those who are just commuting,
Those who are arriving,
And those who are departing to a new future.
Some may be moving to the city while
Others may be going back
To the small village where they grew up
And departing the old life they had.
I step onto the platform
And onto the train. Take a deep breath and
The doors shut behind me
And the train departs.
Along the railway tracks, the leaves are changing,
Changing into fiery reds and oranges
And falling onto the track below.
A departure from the summer days to autumn.
The train pulls in at its destination, and off I step
Onto an unfamiliar platform in a new city.
I look at my ticket. “Advance single.”
As the train departs from the platform, I depart to my new life.
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Part 2 - Songwriting - 440 words
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
The route to your dreams lies before you
All that’s left is to take it
All you need to do is take a step
And chase your dreams on the path that lies ahead
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
The route to your dreams is filled with
Departures and new beginnings
All you need to do is embrace it
And chase your dreams on the path that lies ahead
(And chase your dreams on the path that lies ahead)
Oh!
Run along that starlit path and reach out to the sky
You’ve got the whole wide world in front of you
And your dreams are to be chased
Far and wide
The route to your dreams lies ahead of you
All that’s left is to chase
All you need to do is take a leap
And chase your dreams on the path that lies ahead
(And chase your dreams on the path that lies ahead)
Run along that starlit path and reach out to the sky
You’ve got the whole wide world in front of you
And your dreams are to be chased
Far and wide
(And chase your dreams on the path that lies ahead)
Every departure brings new beginnings (Life is a series of departures)
And the route to your dreams will too (And the route to your dreams is the same)
All you need to do is take a leap
Into the future ahead!
So don't forget! (Don’t forget!)
And don't lose sight! (Don’t lose sight!)
Have no regrets! (Have no regrets!)
Chase your dreams (chase your dreams) on the path that lies ahead (on the path that lies ahead)
(I’ll chase my dreams on the path that lies ahead!)
Oh!
Run along that starlit path and reach out to the sky
Life will guide you where you want to go
You’ve got the whole wide world in front of you
And your dreams are to be chased
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Life is a series of departures
And the route to your dreams is the same
All you need to do is take a leap
Into the future ahead
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Part 3 - Scriptwriting - 532 words
EXT - DAY. SIXTH FORM COURTYARD.
Sixth form students MAKAYLA ZHANG (18), ELYTA SKYE ZHANG (16), ALAINA ZHAN (16), and SKYLAR ZHANG (17) are sitting in a courtyard on a bench having lunch. The weather outside is bright and sunny. They are slowly eating their lunches through the course of the conversation.
SKYLAR:
It’s hard to believe you’re going off on study leave soon, Makayla.
MAKAYLA:
Huh? Oh, yeah. It is.
SKYLAR:
What do you plan on doing in the future? You’re doing History, Politics, and Economics, right?
MAKAYLA:
Yes, you’d be right on that. I want to go into Law in the future and become a public prosecutor. I want to help victims get the justice they need.
ELYTA: (Lightly teasing)
Very honourable goals you have there, Makayla.
ELYTA: (Seriously)
Anyways, where did you get offers from again? University College Sunshine Bay?
MAKAYLA:
Yes, that would be correct. The entry requirements are an A-star and two As, which is within reach for me.
MAKAYLA:
While we’re on the topic of my future, what are you guys planning to do for your futures?
ELYTA:
Become a professional figure skater. If I can.
ALAINA: (Teasing)
And I would not expect anything less of you.
ELYTA: (Spoken with mock offence)
Hey! Stop picking on me, Alaina!
MAKAYLA:
In all seriousness, you are on the national team, are you not?
ELYTA: (Proudly)
I am. It’s great.
MAKAYLA:
Well, I won’t stop you from pursuing that. It would be so amazing to see you as a professional skater.
ELYTA:
Yeah, they told me I might be going to the olympics next year, so. We’ll see. Hey, Alaina~ since you like being teased so much, how about you tell us what you want to be next!
ALAINA:
I- I think I want to be a paramedic. I like helping people, and I think this is one of the few jobs that I can do that would make a difference to people's lives-
ELYTA: (Playfully)
Alright, you can stop there, we get the idea!
ALAINA: (Annoyed in a teasing way)
Hey! Elyta, I’d like to remind you that you asked me to speak next!
SKYLAR:
I think that’s pretty cool of you.
ALAINA:
Really?
MAKAYLA:
I do too. There are lots of jobs where you can help people directly, and Alaina, I think you’re doing a wonderful thing. And Skylar, what about you?
SKYLAR: (A little nervous)
Oh? Me? Uh… I’m applying for Civil Engineering!
ELYTA: (Teasing)
Did you just forget what course you’re applying for?
SKYLAR:
Uh… maybe… maybe a little.
MAKAYLA:
Civil engineering sounds cool. I don’t have the brain for that.
ELYTA:
Oh- we have five minutes until the next period starts. Should we disperse? I have Design Technology next, so I need to run over to the workshop.
SKYLAR:
Oh! Right, yes- I have Physics next so I’d better scarper.
ALAINA:
I have Biology, and I know Dr Payton doesn’t like to be kept waiting so I should go too.
MAKAYLA:
I need to go as well. I’ve got an Economics lesson. I’ll see you all around!
MAKAYLA, ALAINA, SKYLAR, and ELYTA all disperse to their respective classrooms, and we close on an empty bench.
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Part 4 - Speechwriting - 642 words
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
This is a very common question that gets asked to a lot of people. And after a lot of soul searching, you might come up empty. For me, I always thought I had my life sorted. Whenever I was asked this question, I always had an answer. I wanted to be a lot of things when I was younger and I was always dead set on that. I had an idealistic, if not rudimentary, plan for my life.
This year, I came to realise that’s not the case.
Ever since January 2025, I have been dealing with a lot of setbacks in terms of my academic achievement. Getting predicted a C in physics and being told “we don’t expect you to rise above that” was truly heartbreaking to me. I knew I had the ability, I knew I could work hard and I could achieve everything. My grades were in absolute shambles and I was so burnt out during my summer exams, something my teachers failed to recognise.
There was some light in the darkness though. My only predicted A was in Biology, another subject I really enjoyed. It was nice, but frustrating that I should be getting an A predicted in biology, not physics - which is what I needed for Engineering. At that point, I had also seriously considered doing a BSc in Paramedic Science, but I believe I was pressured into not doing it due to my parents.
A chance question by my tutor made me think if Engineering truly the path I wanted to go down? Or was I forced down this path because my parents didn’t believe I was taking my previous career options seriously? Did I want to go down some other path?
“What drives you?”
I had to take a step back and look at what drives me. What do I want out of a job? What do I do that brings me joy?
Just stop, and consider this for a moment. Regardless of if you have your life planned out or not, take a moment and ask yourself, “what drives me? What do I want out of a job?” Do you find your joy in working on long term projects or do you want to make an impact in this world?
For me, I want to help others and make a difference. I always have enjoyed helping others and I always get an amazing sense of joy and fulfilment from doing so. I encourage you to think about what’s important to you in a job or course that you’re applying for and let what you love guide you.
Letting that thought guide me, I debated very heavily with myself over how I wanted to proceed with my life. I’m already in the trenches of Year 13, my life this year is already set on applying to Engineering. My predicted grades were in absolute shambles, too. And here I was, stuck choosing between three professions I’d probably love and enjoy: Engineering, Medicine, and EMS.
“So, what do I do?”
There’s no real timeline for things after you leave school. Many people choose to take gap years and figure out what they want to do, or reapply to a different course because they wanted to change what they wanted to do. For me, everything is dependent on how things go. But I have a plan for every situation that may come out of it.
So no, you do not need your life to be sorted out in any way, shape or form. You don’t need to know what you want to do in life, because life finds a way and you will end up somewhere doing something you love.
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✪┊November 4th Daily
My friend, Nostalgia I found ya
When I heard the sweet sound of
The ones who I once knew so well
“Okay, okay!” Aden laughed, pulling his phone out. “Fine, fine, I’ll show you proof.”
He scrolled through his photo library, his thumb gliding over years’ worth of precious immortalised memories. He mumbled to himself under his breath, trying to find the right picture, when at last he found the one he was looking for.
He proudly extended his hand to his friend. “Here’s me meeting Narrowhaven when I was like eighteen. I saw his concert live, dude!”
His friend’s jaw dropped before laughing. “Oh, that’s awesome man! You should’ve brought me, you know he’s my favourite artist,” he sighed teasingly. He took the phone and observed the image in greater detail. “You had a lot of merch.”
“Yeah,” Aden nodded, “one of my friends was a huge fan of him. More than I was, really. Probably more than you too.” He smirked.
His friend waved his hand dismissively. “C’mon, there’s no way someone is a bigger Narrowhaven fan than I am. He’s such a niche artist, anyway!”
“Well, let me tell you, this man had TONS of posters and merch and vinyls just dedicated to Narrowhaven. He would’ve come with me to the concert but his brother was just arriving home after a long vacation, and y’know he loves his brother more than anything.” There was no malice or blame in his words; after all, he could relate. Aden smiled softly as he remembered his old friend.
“Sounds like I have competition now,” the friend whistled. He swiped his thumb, scrolling through the rest of Aden’s photos. “Hey, mind if I look through these? I wanna know more about Aden before he was, like, the Aden I know today.”
“Ah, well, I doubt you’ll find much interesting info about me back then anyway,” Aden chuckled nervously, reminiscing his younger self. “Though ‘course, I don’t mind! Wouldn’t make much difference if I said no though, you’re already looking through them.” He chuckled.
His friend hummed, looking through the photos. “Aw, is that your brother? He looks so… young here.”
Aden smiled. “Yeah, that’s him.” He pointed at the cup his brother was holding. “Oh, and that was his favourite mug! He still has it today, actually, except he never uses it that much anymore since I bought him a new one after the old one got chipped a little.”
“Oh man, how’d that happen?”
Aden laughed. “Well, I had a friend over, and she accidentally knocked it over while practising her dance for the musical she was in at the time. Thankfully the mug didn’t break! And thankfully Harold wasn’t mad, just a bit frustrated but the mug didn’t have much sentimental value anyway. If it did though, both of us would be absolutely devastated.”
“Hah! Yeah, thankfully. I’ve never seen Harold full-blown angry, and I don’t even wanna think of it,” the friend chuckled, once again scrolling through the camera roll.
He stopped by a random video with a blurry thumbnail. He clicked on it, curious.
In a voice memo from years ago
We were laughing about some nonsense
Oh, how I miss those friends
“Hey guys!” a much younger and squeakier Aden exclaimed to the camera. “Okay, so we’re here filming a heated debate between Pari Blue and Pledy Cashmere. Truly a tough battle, who will WIN?” He imitated explosion noises before panning the camera to his two friends.
“CARRYING THE BANNER IS THE BETTER SONG,” Pledy declared, slamming her palms onto the table so hard it shook.
“Santa Fe is better, you just don’t know true art when you see it,” Pari Blue scoffed, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes.
“Aden, what do you think?” Pledy asked, raising an eyebrow. She just talked to the camera man, what an impossible move!
“I, uh…” Aden chuckled nervously. “Man, that’s an impossible decision! Well I like them both so I can’t really choose, and… And…”
“AND WHILE I AIN’T NEVER BEEN THERE, I CAN SEE IT CLEAR AS DAY,” Pari sang, throwing his arms out for dramatic effect.
“AIN’T IT A FINE LIFE, CARRYING THE BANNER THROUGH IT ALL,” Pledy belted at the same time, somehow acing the choreography as she did so. That was, until she slammed into a door perfectly on beat, stumbling back and knocking a lamp over.
Everyone, including her, bursted into laughter at the display.
“At least it’s not Harold’s mug this time!” Aden remarked, still grinning.
The video ended.
The current Aden smiled softly at the memory. He hadn’t seen Pari nor Pledy in a while. They still met up, sure, but it just wasn’t the same shenanigans that they had daily years and years ago. Oh, how he missed them.
His friend must’ve caught the soft look on his face because he said, “They must’ve been really important to you, huh?”
Aden brushed his thumb over his phone screen as if he could hug his old friends one more time. “Yeah, they are.”
He closed his eyes, basking in the sweet memory, before opening them again after a few seconds. He popped a grin on his face and said, “But hey, it’s all in the past now. I can move on, yeah?”
He wasn’t sure, really. He wasn’t really sure if he could ever move on. It was a strange thing: yearning for something, someone, that was still in your life, just in lower quantities. Maybe he could call them later, just to hear their voices again and ask how they’re doing. How Pari’s doing with his gig as a musician and how Pledy’s going with her job as an actress in a local play.
There was a lot of catching up he had to do, huh?
✪┊November 4th Daily
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.
Author's Notes:
✦ This was not proofread.
✦ Song is Those Friends by Narrowhaven! I only found out about it recently but it's already one of my favourites.
My friend, Nostalgia I found ya
When I heard the sweet sound of
The ones who I once knew so well
“Okay, okay!” Aden laughed, pulling his phone out. “Fine, fine, I’ll show you proof.”
He scrolled through his photo library, his thumb gliding over years’ worth of precious immortalised memories. He mumbled to himself under his breath, trying to find the right picture, when at last he found the one he was looking for.
He proudly extended his hand to his friend. “Here’s me meeting Narrowhaven when I was like eighteen. I saw his concert live, dude!”
His friend’s jaw dropped before laughing. “Oh, that’s awesome man! You should’ve brought me, you know he’s my favourite artist,” he sighed teasingly. He took the phone and observed the image in greater detail. “You had a lot of merch.”
“Yeah,” Aden nodded, “one of my friends was a huge fan of him. More than I was, really. Probably more than you too.” He smirked.
His friend waved his hand dismissively. “C’mon, there’s no way someone is a bigger Narrowhaven fan than I am. He’s such a niche artist, anyway!”
“Well, let me tell you, this man had TONS of posters and merch and vinyls just dedicated to Narrowhaven. He would’ve come with me to the concert but his brother was just arriving home after a long vacation, and y’know he loves his brother more than anything.” There was no malice or blame in his words; after all, he could relate. Aden smiled softly as he remembered his old friend.
“Sounds like I have competition now,” the friend whistled. He swiped his thumb, scrolling through the rest of Aden’s photos. “Hey, mind if I look through these? I wanna know more about Aden before he was, like, the Aden I know today.”
“Ah, well, I doubt you’ll find much interesting info about me back then anyway,” Aden chuckled nervously, reminiscing his younger self. “Though ‘course, I don’t mind! Wouldn’t make much difference if I said no though, you’re already looking through them.” He chuckled.
His friend hummed, looking through the photos. “Aw, is that your brother? He looks so… young here.”
Aden smiled. “Yeah, that’s him.” He pointed at the cup his brother was holding. “Oh, and that was his favourite mug! He still has it today, actually, except he never uses it that much anymore since I bought him a new one after the old one got chipped a little.”
“Oh man, how’d that happen?”
Aden laughed. “Well, I had a friend over, and she accidentally knocked it over while practising her dance for the musical she was in at the time. Thankfully the mug didn’t break! And thankfully Harold wasn’t mad, just a bit frustrated but the mug didn’t have much sentimental value anyway. If it did though, both of us would be absolutely devastated.”
“Hah! Yeah, thankfully. I’ve never seen Harold full-blown angry, and I don’t even wanna think of it,” the friend chuckled, once again scrolling through the camera roll.
He stopped by a random video with a blurry thumbnail. He clicked on it, curious.
In a voice memo from years ago
We were laughing about some nonsense
Oh, how I miss those friends
“Hey guys!” a much younger and squeakier Aden exclaimed to the camera. “Okay, so we’re here filming a heated debate between Pari Blue and Pledy Cashmere. Truly a tough battle, who will WIN?” He imitated explosion noises before panning the camera to his two friends.
“CARRYING THE BANNER IS THE BETTER SONG,” Pledy declared, slamming her palms onto the table so hard it shook.
“Santa Fe is better, you just don’t know true art when you see it,” Pari Blue scoffed, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes.
“Aden, what do you think?” Pledy asked, raising an eyebrow. She just talked to the camera man, what an impossible move!
“I, uh…” Aden chuckled nervously. “Man, that’s an impossible decision! Well I like them both so I can’t really choose, and… And…”
“AND WHILE I AIN’T NEVER BEEN THERE, I CAN SEE IT CLEAR AS DAY,” Pari sang, throwing his arms out for dramatic effect.
“AIN’T IT A FINE LIFE, CARRYING THE BANNER THROUGH IT ALL,” Pledy belted at the same time, somehow acing the choreography as she did so. That was, until she slammed into a door perfectly on beat, stumbling back and knocking a lamp over.
Everyone, including her, bursted into laughter at the display.
“At least it’s not Harold’s mug this time!” Aden remarked, still grinning.
The video ended.
The current Aden smiled softly at the memory. He hadn’t seen Pari nor Pledy in a while. They still met up, sure, but it just wasn’t the same shenanigans that they had daily years and years ago. Oh, how he missed them.
His friend must’ve caught the soft look on his face because he said, “They must’ve been really important to you, huh?”
Aden brushed his thumb over his phone screen as if he could hug his old friends one more time. “Yeah, they are.”
He closed his eyes, basking in the sweet memory, before opening them again after a few seconds. He popped a grin on his face and said, “But hey, it’s all in the past now. I can move on, yeah?”
He wasn’t sure, really. He wasn’t really sure if he could ever move on. It was a strange thing: yearning for something, someone, that was still in your life, just in lower quantities. Maybe he could call them later, just to hear their voices again and ask how they’re doing. How Pari’s doing with his gig as a musician and how Pledy’s going with her job as an actress in a local play.
There was a lot of catching up he had to do, huh?
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November 4 - Mission 04
Words: 491/300
Points: 450
Song: Sakura no Hanabiratachi by AKB48
Words: 491/300
Points: 450
Song: Sakura no Hanabiratachi by AKB48
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In the classroom by the window, there’s a warm spot where the sun streaks in. I sit there and gaze out towards the playground where I see my schoolmates playing in the yard, under the cherry blossom tree.
Very little time is left on the school calendar, and soon I’ll be finishing school and graduating. It’s a bit of a scary thought, if I’m at all honest with myself.
The teacher arrives and begins to teach, but all I can think of are my classmates in their uniforms - we no longer look like children, but like adults, ready to go out into the world. Just three short years ago, we still looked like teenagers, yet now we’re nearly adults.
After we graduate, everyone will leave on their own path towards their own futures. That first step after graduation into the world, with the wings of our dreams carrying us ahead.
The cherry blossom tree is in full bloom now. I’m scared of what might happen on the road ahead, but somewhere I can hear the bell of hope telling me that it’ll be okay. That I’m given courage to step out into the world. And each time the cherry blossoms bloom, I know we open the door to a new world in front of us. One that’s exciting and new.
My mind drifts back to the times when I fought and argued with my friends. Times when we called each other and cried. Why do those troubled days feel so nostalgic now? Maybe it’s because we’re leaving this place, and those hard times seem like cherished memories again.
High school is filled with happy and sad times, and even when we were far apart, I felt like I was never alone. Those bad days would pass, and we would be close again. Even if they weren’t the best of memories, I still cherish them.
It’s not long before we’re being called to take our graduation picture. I look around at the people who I’ve spent the past three years with, my friends who are now adults. As the cameraman takes the photo, I smile.
Farewell.
Once again, my eyes drift to the cherry blossom tree in the school yard. The petals are gently falling to the ground like tears from my eyes, landing softly on the ground below.
As we leave school for the very last time, I take a moment to stand under the cherry blossom tree one last time. I look up to the clear blue sky and the future ahead as the petals fall around me. Each one brings a memory of happy times or sad times, yet all are memories I deeply cherish.
In front of me, I see the route to my dreams, the stairs to adulthood unravel before me, and I take one last step outside the school gates with my friends. Together, we will journey to the future and make our dreams a reality.
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
mirror by stray kids
“where am i? who am i?
i am not me.”
I scream again.
I scream again, a plead for something to reach back to me, icy rain drenching my clothes. I cry again, warm tears falling to the grass. I stare into the lake again and try to find in the fleeting reflection a glimpse of me.
I scream again, hoping nobody hears me, desperately hoping somebody does.
I scream again.
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I tried writing it down. My mum got me a diary, and I wrote down meaningless feelings I took from an empty space in my heart. My pen left marks on the page, but I look at them now, and they feel hollow. Were my tears soaked in rain, or was the rain soaked in my tears? I don't even feel those tears now as I reread the page I wrote. All I feel is emptiness.
Who am I, if I can't feel?
I stare at the page, and the only thing stopping me from ripping it up is the thought of an older me finding it and remembering who I was.
…Or, who I wasn't.
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I go to school again. I walk with empty steps, as always, my mind a cavity between thinking and doing. One foot in front of the other. One thought in front of the other, until I find myself. Maybe when I grow up, I'll find that piece of my heart. Maybe that's just a lie the adults tell us to give us hope. Maybe I'll always be like this, smiling and waving and saying I'm doing great.
I get to the school gates and become another moving body again. The world forms around me again, a sea of which I'm only a splash. I go to class and become the speck at the back, the impossible homework question of me turning in my brain, wishing the people who sit next to me and call me friend truly knew who I am. Because I don't.
–
I stifle my scream again. To scream wouldn't be like me.
I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my face, trying to look through those windows to my own soul.
I stifle my scream again, a tear never quite reaching my eye, my lips still a line.
I stare at that face and wish that for once I could see myself.
385 words
“where am i? who am i?
i am not me.”
I scream again.
I scream again, a plead for something to reach back to me, icy rain drenching my clothes. I cry again, warm tears falling to the grass. I stare into the lake again and try to find in the fleeting reflection a glimpse of me.
I scream again, hoping nobody hears me, desperately hoping somebody does.
I scream again.
–
I tried writing it down. My mum got me a diary, and I wrote down meaningless feelings I took from an empty space in my heart. My pen left marks on the page, but I look at them now, and they feel hollow. Were my tears soaked in rain, or was the rain soaked in my tears? I don't even feel those tears now as I reread the page I wrote. All I feel is emptiness.
Who am I, if I can't feel?
I stare at the page, and the only thing stopping me from ripping it up is the thought of an older me finding it and remembering who I was.
…Or, who I wasn't.
–
I go to school again. I walk with empty steps, as always, my mind a cavity between thinking and doing. One foot in front of the other. One thought in front of the other, until I find myself. Maybe when I grow up, I'll find that piece of my heart. Maybe that's just a lie the adults tell us to give us hope. Maybe I'll always be like this, smiling and waving and saying I'm doing great.
I get to the school gates and become another moving body again. The world forms around me again, a sea of which I'm only a splash. I go to class and become the speck at the back, the impossible homework question of me turning in my brain, wishing the people who sit next to me and call me friend truly knew who I am. Because I don't.
–
I stifle my scream again. To scream wouldn't be like me.
I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my face, trying to look through those windows to my own soul.
I stifle my scream again, a tear never quite reaching my eye, my lips still a line.
I stare at that face and wish that for once I could see myself.
385 words
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Scratcher
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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.
Mis by Alex G
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My baby’s alright.
“You’re not listening, Asher!” She yelled. Her fingers, clenched to her sides, trembled. The aforementioned Asher only stared at her blankly, eyes downcast. He’s been through this, this isn’t the first time, and it’ll be far from the last. It was routine at this point, it stopped hurting a while ago. It got a lot easier to take as time went on, there was only so many times he could get upset over this. Venom dripped from her mouth, spewing out insults like it was gunfire. The soft, silent night, the humming of cicadas, her words only cut through the air like an unwelcome visitor. Asher could only look down at the ground until she stopped. He looked at the wall, the crevices, every nook and cranny on the wall. The paint was interesting, he wondered who painted it, and when. Was it acrylic? Why is he even thinking about paint right now when his girlfriend’s yelling at him?
Asher braced himself, as he knew right about now he’d be met with a harsh slap to the cheek. True to his word—his head jerked to the side. Slapped hard enough to leave a mark. His cheek swelled, but he didn’t cry. He wasn’t weak, he left it the way it was. He forgot what he did, he never really remembered, but he always apologized for things he couldn’t recall doing. After another barrage of insults, wielded like a weapon in combat, she stormed off. I guess she doesn’t want to see me tonight. Not for a minute, not for a second.
“There’s nothing here for you to make right!” She’ll cry, to which Asher will only apologize for. That was all he ever did these days. Apologize, apologize, apologize. A shield against his girlfriend’s sword, but the shield never seemed to do much. It was a placebo effect, probably. He thought it did something, that was what shields did after all, but it really never did much for him.
Where did it all go wrong?
Asher still remembers their college days, both of them majoring in biology. Asher still remembers it, his girlfriend’s soft smile, her soft, caring hands when they ran through his hair. Her smile was so light—so precious, Asher never wanted to let it go. She worried for him, she laughed with him. He remembers when they were both 18, having just met. She smiled, her face full of life, full of joy. Why did she change? Why was her soft face nothing but static now? Why did she change? That smile I saw back then, the same one I had vowed to protect, I haven’t seen for what feels like forever. She wasn't always like this, so why did she change? Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong?
I said, “I miss you so bad.” I loved the girl she was, but hated the girl she was now. I stayed around hoping that she’d return to who she used to be.
I guess I don’t need her around. In fact, maybe it’d be better if we cut ties completely. It was obvious we weren’t working out. I just do what I do best when I’m down. But, still, I knew she was good. I knew she was everything I ever wanted in a person. I knew that’s what she could be, so that was why. Why I took her shouts and cries that came to her as naturally as breathing, why I didn’t protest at all, when I apologized for existing, even though I didn’t know what I did wrong. I stayed around because I knew it. When it was good—it was good.
I’ll paint the problem into a picture. A muddy, watercolor blur. Where the colors can’t look good together, where they all mix in a terrible brown pile of mud. I’ll keep going, and twist my arm ‘til I make a sound. I’m insane, mad, waiting for something that’ll never come. Firmly believing that things will go back to how they were before. I was dumb, stupid, foolish, in every single way of the word. Deep down, I knew she would never be the same, that things were going to be like this forever. I’ll never see that girl again.
I said, “I miss you so bad.”
She says…
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