SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025

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Brandon glanced across the classroom longingly, hoping to meet Alex’s eyes. Unfortunately, she was completely ensnared with whatever the teacher was saying. (He didn’t know what that was, he never paid attention in class.) She smiled a little at something Kat leaned over and whispered to her, and he wondered for the millionth time what that smile would look like if it was directed at him. But, she continued to be absolutely clueless about his crush.
In the lunchroom that day, Brandon decided that he was finally going to get up his nerve and ask her to the dance. She was never going to ask him out, she didn’t even know he liked her. But asking her was worth a shot. Even if she said no, it couldn’t be worse than the agony of not knowing. So, he walked over to her table, leaving his friends behind, and waited until she noticed. Her friends did before her, and started to giggle the way girls do. Then she turned around, and his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. “I… was wondering,” he managed to stammer out, wincing at how pathetic he sounded, “Ummm… if you would, would go to the dance with me.” She smiled, making him light up with anticipation. “I would.” she said. He smiled, the widest he ever had, and stumbled back to his table, looking like he was drunk.
The afternoon before the dance, he was getting ready with his friends, none of whom had dates, so he was the center of attention. “Make sure you don’t kiss her.” warned Aaron. “No, definitely kiss her.” Peter told him with a wink. Brandon groaned. He was going to make a fool of himself.
Once they got to the dance, he spotted Alex on the other side of the dance floor, laughing and chatting with her friends. Go over to her now or wait until she noticed he had showed up? His internal debate was cut short, though, when she looked up and met his eyes, she walked towards him, and they met in the middle of the dance floor. One of his favorite songs came on, and they started to dance. He kept trying to talk to her, and say something appropriate. It was probably better for him that she cut him off, though, before he made an absolute fool of himself. “Just shut up and dance with me.” she told him.

gigi_hyperfresh

Daily #3 (317 words)
The Challenge by Anna Lea, Jorge Rivera-Herrans, and Cast of EPIC: The Musical

Penelope sat alone in her room. Her fingers worked tirelessly, weaving the shroud. Just outside, people waited impatiently for her to finish.
She’d told them that she would choose a suitor as soon as she finished weaving. But, unbeknownst to her hopeful suitors, every single night she unthreaded any progress she’d made.
Penelope would never admit defeat, going so far as to lie than let the obnoxious suitors win.
Though, the storm out at sea had been rather unusual. She figured that the storm had something to do with her husband, Odysseus.
Staring at the shroud she’d been working on, she concluded that it was time for her to initiate her challenge.
As long as it bought Odysseus time, it was worth it.
Quickly, she gathered what she needed: Odysseus’s old bow, bowstring, and some arrows. She told her attendees to plant twelve axes in the ground, still with the small hole at the top of each visible and lined up with the rest.
Just as she’d expected, thousands of suitors stood, awaiting her decision. Penelope didn’t care for any of them.
Addressing the massive crowd of wishful suitors, she boldly told them, “Your challenge is to string my husband’s old bow. Once the bow is strung, you must shoot an arrow cleanly through twelve axes. Whoever can do this, will be the king and will rule with me as his queen.”
The suitors began scrambling to try to string the bow.
As Penelope watched them, she hoped she’d made the right choice. Deep in her heart, she knew that she would never want to grow old with any of these men. Honestly, she would rather die.
Despite these extreme measures, she knew that she was going to these lengths for her love. Odysseus would come home. She knew it. As long as she held onto that hope, she’d keep waiting for him, waiting for her lover.

Last edited by gigi_hyperfresh (Nov. 4, 2025 17:32:52)

silverlynx-

Daily 4th November - Song Lyric
353 words

Lyric: ‘Summer is falling, it’s a distant dream’ from Spring into Summer my Lizzy McAlpine

Rain lashes at my face, my body shivering in the bitter wind that whirls around me. I glance up at the sky and gaze at the churning clouds, which are an ominous shade of grey. As fat drops of rain soak through my thin jumper, misery slowly starts gnawing at me. Summer had been full of so many radiant memories, savouring those last moments with my family, my friends before I went to university. Now here I was, only a few months into my first year. Not a single friend. Just… me.

Memories clawed at me, mocked me, as I sat down on a crumbling bench beneath a swaying tree.

Laying on the beach, a smile glowing on my face as I watched my dog bound into the still, mirrored sea.
Countless picnics in the local park, laughing with my friends on soft blankets on luscious emerald grass.
Simply reading a book, sat peacefully on a swing, as I rocked back and forth, the rhythm of it lulling me.

Tears stung in my eyes as the memories flew through my mind, until the loneliness was like a million daggers piercing my heart, an aching numbness spreading through me. I missed them so much. Everyone. Even my annoying younger sister. I missed them all.

A strangled cry escaped from my throat, as I brushed the tears from my cheeks, trying to stop the panicked breaths that were coming quicker and quicker. I couldn’t let this take me over. Not now. Not ever. Even as the isolation was eating away at me, pressing down on me until I buckled under its weight. I would get through this. Only a few more months until I could go home for Christmas. And then I would have to do this all over again. And again. And again. Until 3 whole entire years had passed.

But as I stared at the fiery red leaves twirling and dancing in the breeze, I wondered how much longer I could keep going.

ziqing11

posting here because my personal writing thread is not working for some reason TT
419 words

“And if you'd never come for me
I might've drowned in the melancholy”

The moon orbits the earth, and that is how tides are created.

Just like the moon climbing up the horizon on a chilly december night, the ocean slowly gropes its way onto the beach, washing away tiny bits of brownish sand to drown it in the vast water. Soon I will be joining the sand, down, down beneath the ocean.

A sharp tingle reaches my toes, the smooth, cold, metal surface of a knife gliding menacenly across the back of my feet. It rereats, the sand beneath my bare feet swirling away into the murky waters. A few seconds, then it comes back. This time, it reaches a little higher. The waves crash into white foam as they meet my ankles, wrapping around me like a hungry, greedy monster. The third time, it comes even higher. The waves thrash against my calf, twirling, leaping upwards, licking the hem of my dress.

I take a step forward, a step nearer into the unknown depth of the seas. I am not afraid of the ocean.

I brush away my tears. I am not a coward.

I take another step forward, and another, and yet another. I am not afraid of the cold.

I am running now, my soaked dress tight against my skin. Every step means a frightened shiver, the struggle of an unwilling body as the water reached higher and even higher, all the way to my waist and then to my chest. I feel the weight of my hair dragging on my scalp as it absorbs the water, as though to warn me that it so not yet too late. I do not listen to it.

My neck is surrounded with water, waves are splattering on my face.

Right then, my foot looses grasp of the seafloor. My brain is willing, my body is not. My lungs tries to expand, but instead breath in big gulp of seawater, filling my mouth nostrils.

I do not know how to swim. Despite every ounce of self control, my fight for the surface, fail and trie again, until there my lungs were filled with water and not air.

Just as my body was finally, finally about to give in, strong hands grasp my waist and I feel myself sliding across the waves, barely conscious. When finally I feel the cold sand against my back, I open my eyelids with one last effort and stare, stare into those bright blue eyes shining against the darkness of the night. He had come for me.

FireBlood23

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.

Nov 4 - Songfic daily <3
Bad liar - Imagine Dragons
303 words (excluding lyrics)
there is more to this in my head but I couldn't be bother to write it :sob:

Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year
And terrors don't prey on innocent victims
Trust me, darlin', trust me, darlin'
It's been a loveless year, I'm a man of three fears
Integrity, faith, and crocodile tears
Trust me, darlin', trust me, darlin'

Tiri looked down at his hands, hiding the conflicting emotions on his face from the man standing in front of him.
The man of whom had spent far too much time in the shadow of others. The man who is finally being able to shine.

He looked a Tiri for a long, long moment, before cupping his cheek and raising his face so their eyes met.

‘Terrors dont prey on innocent victims’ —Oriel had to take his hand away from Tiri’s face to sign this, but you could see in his eyes that he meant it.
Tiri’s mind flashed to everything his father had done to him, everything he had been through, everything he had lived with.

He thought of everything he knew Oriel had been through, and wondered if they were both truely innocent. If Oriel really thought that.

‘Trust me darlin’’
Despite all this, all he knew, he would always trust him. After all they had been through, it was one of the only things he knew completely.
He trusted Oriel.

Look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams
I wish I could escape it, I don't wanna fake it
Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe

Tiri looked at the man standing at the doorway. The one he loved, and the one who was leaving.
He refused to be the first one to break eye contact, the one to snap the final thread keeping them together.

He didn’t have to.
Oriel looked away, and walked out of the door.

Tiri remembered all he had told him before. Every little truth Oriel had laid at his feet.
The truths he told, the ones that shattered the trust they had.
But he believed him.
But the belief meant nothing, all they had meant nothing.
When Oriel walked out the door.

But I'm a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, now you know
I'm a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, you're free to go

Both of them, the two of them. They really were horrible liars.
They told each other they would be forever.
What a lie.
What a beautiful, cursed lie.

Vienradze

Anna ģērbās, lai varētu doties ciemos pie Cildas. Viņas brālītis Bruno paklupa pār Annas zemē nomestajiem cimdiem, nokrita un sāka raudāt. “Hā-hā! Tik neveikls!” smējās Anna.

Pie Cildas Anna, Beāte un Cilda spēlēja bumbu. “Mans tētis ir mainījies,” Beāte pēkšņi ierunājās. Anna and Cilda pagrieza galvu. “Viņš tagad cenšas nekliegt uz mums, kad izdarām ko sliktu.” “Kāpēc?” vaicāja Anna. Beāte paraustīja plecus. “Saka, ka viņa sirsniņa esot nomazgāta - balta, balta.”

Tovakar Anna ilgi nevarēja aizmigt. Lūkojoties, kā aiz loga lidinās maijvaboles, viņa atcerējās, kā vakar nepaklausīja mammu, kā bērnudārzā iespēra audzinātājai un kā nozaga brāļa konfekti. Vai Annas sirsniņa ir tīra?

Nākamajā rītā Anna skatījās, kā mamma tīra galdu. “Mammu? Kā var notīrīt sirsniņu?” “Meitiņ,” mamma iesmējās, “sirsniņas vienmēr ir tīras.” Tad mamma ieraudzīja, ka kavē darbu, un sāka kliegt uz Annu. Nešķita gan, ka mammas sirsniņa būtu tīra…

“Beāte?” Anna bērnudārzā vaicāja. “Kur tavs tētis dabūja tīru sirsniņu?” “Jēzus viņam to iedeva,” Beāte teica. “Kā?” vaicāja Anna. Beāte paraustīja plecus.

Vakarā, kad Anna ar mammu bija bibliotēkā, Anna izvēlējās bērnu Bībeli. Tur viņa izlasīja, ka Jēzus nomira par viņas sliktajiem darbiem. Bet pēc tam Viņš atkal kļuva dzīvs.

Nākamajā dienā Anna ciemojās pie Beātes. Arī Beātes vectēvs Opaps tur bija. Opaps Beātes tētim vaicāja: “Kur tu ņēmi savu mieru?” “Es palūdzu Jēzum piedošanu par saviem grēkiem,” Beātes tētis atbildēja.

Nākamajā dienā vecmamma, runājot par prezidentu, pateica ļoti sliktus vārdus. “Nesaki tā!” Annas mamma iekledzās. “Vismaz ne bērnu klātbūtnē,” piebilda Annas tētis.

Vēlāk, ejot ar vecmammu uz rotaļu laukumu, Beāte ieminējās: “Omīt, tev jāatvainojas Jēzum.” “Ko-a? Par ko?” vaicāja omīte. “Tu pateici sliktus vārdus - sagrēkoji. Bet Dievs grib Tev piedot, Jo Jēzus par tavu grēku ir samaksājis!” Tobrīd Annas brālītis Bruno paklupa pār pudeli, ko kāds bija nometis zemē, un nokrita. Anna pieliecās, apskāva viņu un iedeva konfekti.

Piper_Camps

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.”

Song: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

Words: 1,630

tw: mentions of @Icoh0Iism

Lena sat in the parking lot of the old grocery store, whose lights were always flickering, and tonight was no exception. She closed her eyes a took a deep breath, her eyes drifting to the rearview mirror. She looked at her little girl, who’d fallen asleep almost as soon as Lena had buckled her in.

The car isn’t luxurious or even very comfortable, not by any means, but Lena doesn’t mind. It’s quiet here, quiet enough for her to think, quiet enough for her to forget.

She leans her head down against the steering wheel, and her eyes drift to the gas gauge; it sits just above empty. It always sits just above empty. She closes her eyes, not sure she can bear to think about that much more, and suddenly it’s as if she’s seventeen again.

…

Eli’s hand is on the wheel, wind rushing through the open windows of the car. The car. It isn’t old yet; in fact, it feels almost alive. Lena’s got her bare feet up on the dashboard, her hair flying behind her in the summer wind. It feels like the whole world is stretching out in front of them; that things couldn’t get much better than this.

Eli turns and grins at her; that same, slightly lopsided grin that made her think anything was possible for the two of them

“You got a fast car,” He says with a laugh, “Where d’ya want to go?”

Lean simply replied, “I want a ticket to anywhere.”

And so they drove.

That night, they’d driven until the stars were out before they finally found a place near the woods to park the car. They’d slept in the backseat with the windows down, Lena with her head on Eli’s shoulder. There’s a strong, but comforting, smell of pine and road dust. She can feel him tracing shapes on her wrist when he thought she was asleep.

…

Lena opens her eyes, startled slightly as headlights flash across her windshield. They must have come from a truck on the highway. She lets out a deep, shaky breath. She remembered those days. When even with nothing but a little cash and a half-full tank of gas… It felt like maybe she could live the life she’d always dreamed of. And, maybe, it could even be with the person she had always dreamed of.

…

That city felt electric the first night they arrived there. There was a palpable sort of energy, one that Lena couldn’t wait to match with Eli. They found a small, one-room apartment above a laundromat. It smelled a bit of mildew, and the wallpaper was peeling at the corners. But still, it was theirs, and it was enough for Lena.

Eli found work at a nearby car garage, and Lena found some at the local 24-Hour diner. He came home with grease under his fingernails and, oftentimes, bags under his eyes. Still, he’d come home humming tunes he’d heard on the radio and would pull her close when she got back from her shift and kiss her, saying

“We’re getting there, baby. Just one step at a time.”

…

Lena laughed now, when she thought back to that moment. She’d been so in love, so willing to look past the hardships, so trusting that things would work. She was young, so of course she believed him. At least… She did… For a little while. That was, until things started to get bad.

…

They’d only been in their apartment for about a month when Lena found out she was pregnant. She’d been late for weeks, but she’d been brushing it off. She told herself it was just stress or a lack of sleep. Of course, deep down, she knew that wasn’t it. Eventually, she got herself a test from the drugstore down the street, and it came back positive. She knew she had to tell Eli, and while she was terrified about what it might mean, there was also another feeling she couldn’t quite shake. It was… Well, it was excitement; this would only be the next step on their journey together. Maybe this was truly just the next thing they needed.

She told Eli that night when he got home from work. He was exhausted, like always, so he was half-asleep when she finally got his attention. Her voice trembled as she held up the test. His eyes widened. She wasn’t sure what she expected; maybe anger… Maybe fear. But she got none of that.
“You serious?” Eli said, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, “We’re gonna have a kid, Lena? We’re gonna have a baby?”
He pulled her into his arms before she could answer, his laugh shaking against her shoulder. And for the first time in a long time, she felt relief wash over her.

They spent the rest of that morning lying in bed, the light spilling across their tangled sheets, whispering about baby names and what kind of parents they wanted to be. He promised he’d work harder, that he’d save up, that they’d make things right, saying

“Maybe together we can get somewhere, make something”

…

Lena remembered those first few months she was pregnant with an odd kind of fondness, even though now she knew it wasn’t going to work out. Still, she remembered the way he had been.

Those first few months, he tried, really, really tried. He picked up extra shifts. He came home tired but proud, always with something for her. Sometimes a pack of crackers for her nausea, or a flower from the sidewalk, once even a small stuffed rabbit he found at a thrift shop.

And when Maggie was born, he cried. He really cried. She remembers how his hands shook as he held their daughter for the first time, how he whispered, “She’s perfect,” over and over again. For a while, that love was enough, and everything seemed bright.

Unfortunately, the world has a way of dulling bright things.

…

Soon after Maggie was born, came the nights that Eli wasn’t coming home right away. She’d sit by the window, lights off, waiting to hear the car pull up. He’d come stumbling in hours later, mumbling about how his boss was a jerk or how he just needed a drink to unwind. She’d clean him up, help him to bed, and tell herself it would be different next time.

It wasn’t.

In fact, Eli began to remind Lena more and more of her own father; the old man’s got a problem. He lives with the bottle, that’s the way it is.

Lena’s father had been a man with eyes that looked through people, instead of at them. She’d seen that same emptiness in Eli’s face that night when he promised her he could stop drinking. She wanted to believe him, but promises don’t hold much weight when they come slurred.

Still, there were good moments, albeit small ones. The mornings when he’d make her coffee and hum old songs while Maggie babbled in her high chair. The afternoons when he’d take them both out to the park and push Maggie on the swings until her laughter echoed down the street.

But those moments grew fewer. He started losing jobs. Sometimes she’d come home to find the fridge empty and her tips gone. She’d yell; he’d yell louder. Then he’d cry, and she’d hold him until they both fell asleep and started it all over again the next day.

…

Lena remembered how she’d felt those days, like everything she had once hoped and dreamed for was being torn away from her. It was a slow kind of heartbreak, and maybe that was the worst kind that it could have been.

Still, she remembered the night she finally decided to leave like it’s been branded into her.

…

Eli was passed out on the couch, the TV still glowing blue across his face. She looked around and realized she’d built a life on waiting — waiting for him to change, for the world to soften, for something to save her.

It hit her that nothing was coming.

She didn’t pack much. Just Maggie, a bag of clothes, and the keys. She didn’t even write a note. She drove until her eyes burned, until the sun came up behind her. When she finally stopped, she realized she was back where she started: her hometown. The same cracked sidewalks, the same drugstore sign still flickering.

…

A truck roars past the parking lot now, shaking her out of the memory. The sound fades.

She looks at Maggie, still asleep, safe and warm.

She thinks about how much she had wanted to leave this place as a kid. How convinced she had been that the only way she could be happy was if she were to run away. Now she knew better, running away didn’t solve any problems; only kept them away for a little while until they caught up to you.

The road stretches beyond the lot, dark and empty. For a second, she imagines following it again, heading west, toward the horizon. She even smiles a little. She remembers what Eli used to say:

“Leave tonight, or live and d!e this way”

Then she shakes her head slowly, not tonight.

Outside, the first light of dawn spills across the lot. The stars are fading, and the world feels new again.

Tomorrow, she’ll fill the tank.
Tomorrow, she’ll drive to work.
Tomorrow, she’ll keep going.

She looks at the steering wheel, the cracked leather, the old dashboard. It’s not the same fast car she once dreamed in, but it still moves, still carries her forward.

'You got a fast car', she thinks, smiling faintly. ‘Maybe together we can make it somewhere. Maybe make something’

The fast car isn’t fast anymore, but it’s still hers.

Last edited by Piper_Camps (Nov. 4, 2025 23:10:00)

Asha-the-SWC-fan

DAILY 4(?) 4/11/25
The Night We Met — A Songfic
The night we met, the rain came down soft as a whisper. It wasn’t a storm, not really — just the kind that makes the air shimmer and the streets glisten under the streetlights. I remember thinking how beautiful everything looked, how the world seemed suspended in that moment. Maybe that’s why I stopped when I saw you.
You were standing under the awning of the café, watching the raindrops chase each other down the window. You looked up when I walked by, and you smiled — just a small, shy thing — but it felt like the beginning of something I didn’t have words for yet.
We talked for hours that night. About nothing and everything: music, the stars, the way the world feels quieter after it rains. You told me you believed that some people are meant to find each other more than once in a lifetime. “If the timing’s wrong,” you said, tracing the rim of your coffee cup, “the universe has a way of circling back.”
I laughed. I didn’t believe in fate. I do now.
Because the truth is, I’ve spent every night since wishing I could go back — to that streetlight glow, to your laugh cutting through the hum of the city, to the warmth in your eyes before everything went cold.
I lost you in the space between what we said and what we didn’t. One argument turned into silence, silence turned into distance, and distance became something permanent. Now, when I hear our song — the one that played in that café — I swear I can still smell the rain and feel your hand brushing mine.
I had all and then most of you.
Some and now none of you.
If I could go back to the night we met, I’d tell you I wasn’t scared. I’d tell you that I wanted to stay.
But time doesn’t circle back. It only moves forward — and I’m still standing in the rain.

Based off “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron

Dawn_Camps

⧉ Songfic Daily ⧉
November 4

Word Count: 328

Inspired by the song Lover by Odhran Murphy

TW: this is written about an abusive relationship so read with caution

don't ask me why I formatted it the way I did - also I have never been in an abusive relationship (thankfully) so if this is super cringe and inaccurate, I'm sorry

I'm sorry.
I love you. Truly.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.

Then the worst.

I want to be with you.
So. Badly.

But I can't.

And that's terrifying.

I don't want to be alone.
Loneliness is scary.
I'm better with people.
With you.

Or that's what I try to believe.

But I'm so exhausted.
I'm bruised and battered.
So much so that the blood that pumps with each beat of my weary heart

no longer runs red
but black and blue.

And if I stay with you it may cease to beat altogether.

- - - -

Why are you doing this?

We had something beautiful.

A perfect melody…
…undisturbed

- - - -

But eventually those notes turned sour…

Beautiful moonlit waltzes turned to nightmares.

I can't pretend anymore.

Everyone sees it.

I'm tired of your love.
It's exhausting.
It needs to end.
I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.
I have no one to blame but.
Myself.

I was so scared of being alone.

I jumped right in.

And as a result
I was hurt.

And…

And I think I hurt you too.

- - - -

Please.
You can't do this.
To me.

To us.

I love you.

You say you don't want to be alone.

So don't.

Stay with me.

Please.

I need you.
You're my other half.

It doesn't have to end.

We can get through this.

You can push through.

Remember how happy we were?

- - - -

All those memories…

they're marred by

tears

screams

bruises.

We can't go on like that.

- - - -

And we won't.

You can do better.
I know you can.

And if you do

Then I won't yell.
I won't have a reason to get mad.

It hurts me to see you in pain.

I want to protect you from the loneliness.
From the fear of being alone.

Please.
Don't leave me like this.

- - - -

…I don't know if I can.

- - - -

You can.

We just need more time.
Together.

- - - -

I—

—I can try.

- - - -

I love you.

- - - -

I…
lo…ve…
y…o…u…
too.

Last edited by Dawn_Camps (Nov. 4, 2025 21:41:30)

Piper_Camps

Weekly #1: Welcome to the very first weekly of the SWC November 2025 session! Thank you to our sponsors, Taylor Swift, Kermit the Frog, and Princess Twilight Sparkle! For this weekly, we'll be looking at various forms of writing. From poetry, to songwriting, to scriptwriting, to speeches, you’ll be working with all of them! And don’t worry if you’re unsure about any of them because we have several workshops to help guide you through these different forms of writing! Have fun and good luck, legends!

Total Words: 1,428

Part One (Poetry):Pick up your pens and let your imagination roam…you guessed it, legends! It's time to write a poem. Whether it's a mythic epic or lovelorn sonnet, poetry comes in many forms and voices, and now it's your turn to play with words and create something harmonious, humorous, or heartbreaking – the possibilities are limitless. First, read through Zai's wonderful workshop on poetry here, and then use what you've learned to start crafting your own. Your finished poem should be at least 100 words long. May the fates be with you, poets!

Words: 396 // my attempt at a free verse of sorts

Once upon a time, I was just a little girl
Everything was easy, I had no care in the world
My biggest worries were what princess I’d be for Halloween
Or what I was going to have as a snack after school
Now my biggest worries are what to do with my life
And if I’m going to do enough to be happy for once
Where did that little girl go?

Once upon a time, I was just a little girl
Learning was my favorite thing, I was hungry for knowledge
I could tear through two books in a week
Now I still love learning, but it’s a struggle to get through the week
It takes me nearly two months to get through one book
Where did that little girl go?

Once upon a time, I was just a little girl
I loved to perform, and would sing my heart out to Disney princess songs
I looked up to the “big kids” doing shows with me, thinking they were so so impressive
Now I barely have the energy to watch a Disney movie after school, much less sing along
Where did that little girl go?

Once upon a time, I was just a little girl
Years have passed by and I wonder where she’s gone; if she’s abandoned me for good
Then one day, I realize, I know exactly where she is
Everywhere I go I can feel all the little eyes on me
And those little eyes, are the same ones as that little girl inside of me

That little girl lives in every little girl I see
Every little girl dressed as a princess on Halloween, who’s biggest problem is what kind of candy I’m going to give her
Every little girl in my classroom, who tears through books in a week and can’t wait to learn something new
Every little girl on stage with me, who thinks I’m the coolest “big kid” she’s ever seen, and who says she wants to be like me when she grows up.

I might not be the same little girl I was
But I don’t need to be sad that she’s gone,
Because she’s not
Instead, I’ll find her in every girl I see
I nurture her the same way people did to me
So that she grows up into the same big girl I want to be

Part Two (Songwriting:) “Now that you've delved into the world of poetry, it's time to channel your inner Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, *insert favourite singer here* because it's time to write a song. There are so many genres, styles and themes, so here to guide you is this workshop by the amazing Alba. Then, it's over to you to write 200 number of words. Happy songwriting!”

Words: 238 // clearly i’m in a depressed kind of mood while writing this weekly, but that’s okay because it makes for good writing!

VERSE 1
Every morning I wake
Like I didn’t sleep at all
I’ve so much to say
But there’s no one to call
I should be okay
I’ve no reason to be sad
My life’s just amazing
Something must be wrong with me
So I’ll get out of bed
And walk out my room
Hoping someone can see
What I just can’t explain

CHORUS
Why can’t you see
That I’m not okay
I feel like I scream
But there’s nothing to say
The words all fall short
From the truth in my head
So I’ll just move on
Keep my head tall
And pray it all goes away

VERSE 2
I go so many places
And do so many things
That I must be okay
I’m so mature and
Always know what to say
Far more articulate
Than others my age
Or that’s what they all say
So I don’t understand
Why I can’t seem to shake
This overwhelming feeling
That I’m making big mistakes

CHORUS
Why can’t you see
That I’m not okay
I feel like I scream
But there’s nothing to say
The words all fall short
From the truth in my head
So I’ll just move on
Keep my head tall
And pray it all goes away

BRIDGE
I keep my back straight
And I keep my eyes forward
Ignore everything I feel
Because if I just pretend
That everything's okay
Then maybe all these feelings
Will just
Go
Away!

CHORUS
Why can’t you see
That I’m not okay
I feel like I scream
But there’s nothing to say
The words all fall short
From the truth in my head
So I’ll just move on
Keep my head tall
And pray it all goes away

OUTRO
And I’ll make it through my day
Barely keeping it together
Til I’m back in my room
With my eyes fixed on the ceiling
And I’ll go back to sleep
Til I wake back up again
It’ll just start all over
And it won’t
Go
Away

Part Three (Script): “We've done poems, songs… What's next? We'll, I'm glad you asked—head on over to this workshop by the wonderful Finley, which will provide you with ample information to begin setting the scene for your very own script. To complete this part of the weekly, write a script (or screenplay, as some might call it) for a theatrical scene of your imagination in no less than 300 words. Best of luck, dear screenwriter!”

Words: 391

{INT. SWC MAIN CABIN}
The main cabin for SWC’s November 2025 session. Space is filled with numerous CAMPERS and (CO)LEADERS milling about, writing, eating mangos, talking, etc.

ENT. FROM SR CLOVE (dressed in classic solarpunk attire) to meet CHUEY (decked out in magreal cabin merch), standing CENTER

CHUEY: Clove, good to see you, how’s this session been treating you?

CLOVEL I’m doing great so far! Working on climbing that leaderboard you know?

CHUEY: Absolutely, but that’s what makes it fun!

CLOVE: For sure… For sure…

(Pause just long enough to be a bit awkward)

CHUEY: So.. Uh… Anything you wanna talk about.. Or…. Um?

CLOVE: Alright, alright, alright, I’ll cut to the chase. Cabin wars are coming up in a couple of hours, you know?

CHUEY (Laughing): Of course, I know, that’s all anyone in our cabin can really talk about

CLOVER (Cautious): You all… Have any plans? Any cabin you’re planning on teaming with?

CHUEY (Catching on): Perhaps… Is Solarpunk… Looking for teammates?

CLOVER (Slightly less cautious): Is MagReal… Open for teammates?

(Before CHUEY can respond, SERRIE runs in from SR, followed by all their ADOPTED CHILDREN)

SERRIE (Standing on a soapbox and screaming): COME TO ME AND I WILL ADOPT YOU! YOU WILL GET FREE MANGOS FOR LIFE! COME TO MEEEEE!

(CLOVER ducks out of the way, falling back to avoid being trampled by the ADOPTED CHILDREN still running in)

CLOVER: What in the- AH!

(Rolls out of the way as SERRIE begins running around trying to bribe more SWC-ERS to become ADOPTED CHILDREN)

CHUEY (Helping CLOVER up): Don’t worry about Serrie, give them a few minutes, and maybe they’ll calm down

CLOVER: MAYBE?

CHUEY: Well… It could be a few minutes

(Sees SERRIE throwing mangos at some of the memory book committee members who are trying to take photos)

CHUEY: Could be a few… hours… or days…. Or the whole session, now that I think about it

CLOVER (Incredulous, having missed the first round of this SWC-chaos the day before): IM SORRY, THE WHOLE SESSION?

(Chuey looks on at SERRIE and the ADOPTED CHILDREN, still running around)

CHEUY: Yeah…. How about we take our alliance talk outside

CLOVER: That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a while!

(CHUEY and CLOVER EXIT SL, leaving the stage still in mango-filled chaos as the MAIN CURTAIN closes, ending ACT I)

Part Four (Speech): “Greetings, legends! For the final part of this weekly, you'll be writing a speech! First, go to this wonderful workshop by Fae in order to learn everything you need about speeches. Next, choose a topic. Your topic can be anything from mangoes, to trees, to Taylor Swift, to robots. The world is your oyster, so go and seize the day! Have fun, speakers! Or, should I say, SWC-peakers? ;D Maybe not… anyways, write a speech of 400 words in order to complete this part of the weekly!”

Words: 403 // btw thank you to @z3phy_th3_cr4zy for the idea for this speech

Comrades of the Void, children of the endless dark, today, I speak to you not as a commander but as a witness. For too long, we have watched the blue planet spiral toward ruin. From our observatories, we have seen oceans choked with their own creations, skies burned by greed, and creatures who call themselves “human” raise weapons even against their own kind. We came in peace once, hoping to learn. What we found instead was a world at war with itself. And now, the time for observation is over.

We do not act out of hatred. We act out of necessity. The humans’ reach grows without restraint. Each invention is a new way to consume, to dominate, to silence. Their leaders speak of progress while their planet withers beneath them. They believe themselves alone in the cosmos, the masters of all things. But we know the truth: no being stands above the laws of balance. We have seen civilizations like theirs before; they are bright for a moment, then extinguished by their own arrogance. We will not let their collapse poison the space we share.

Ours is not a campaign of conquest, but of restoration. The Council of Oracles has declared that intervention is justified when a species threatens the harmony of the stars. We will descend upon Earth not to destroy its beauty, but to preserve what beauty remains. Strike with precision; strike with purpose. Target their engines of pollution, their factories of war, their networks of deceit. Leave untouched the forests, the seas, the innocent. We are not invaders. We are the storm that clears the air.

Remember who we are: the guardians of life beyond our own. Every breath you take in this moment carries the weight of generations who trusted you to protect the fragile order of existence. Our power is immense, but it must serve wisdom and not vengeance. When doubt rises, remember the dying voices of the oceans below. When fear tempts you to hesitate, remember the countless worlds that depend on us to act.

Now, my kin of starlight and silence, rise from orbit. Align your fleets. Let the planet see the reflection of its own hubris in the glow of our descent. We fight not for conquest, but for the balance of creation itself. Let Earth remember this night not as its end, but as its reckoning.

For the balance. For the void. Advance.

aviva_

❝daily 4❠
❝song story❠
❝interlude: moving on - paramore❠ ❝alnst oc story (keiki)❠

keiki's moving on

trigger warning–death mention, abusive relationship

❝Let ‘em have their time
Sit back and let ’em shine
Let ‘em rise and rise
’Cause one day they're gonna fall❠

The first time we met, she gave me a smile, and maybe that was why I fell for her.
I had always tended to keep to myself. Kindness was so rarely shown to me by the aliens, I was afraid humans would be the same. Besides, I was really bad at interacting with people anyways.
But then Sasha found me. She came up to me and offered me her beautiful smile, that seemed to me like the best thing I had ever seen. She seemed so amazing and lovely and wonderful and perfect to me at the time.
How could I not have fallen for her?

❝Let ‘em soak in the sun
Sit back and let ’em have their fun
Let ‘em spill their guts
’Cause one day they're gonna slip on ‘em❠

I’m not sure what changed. Did she stay the same, but my perception of her changed, so I stopped viewing her as perfect all the time and started seeing all the harm she was causing? Did she change, did the amazing girlfriend I used to have slowly get replaced with the girl I know now, the one who manipulates others for her own gain, and takes and takes and hardly ever gives? Or maybe she was right and I'm the one who changed and that's why and it IS all my fault–
Stop.
No, Keiki, no.
It's not your fault. Don't let her get in your head.

❝Well I could be angry
But you're not worth the fight
And besides I'm moving on
I've counted to ten
And I'm feeling alright
And besides I'm moving on❠

Sasha and I were together for a fair bit, as it gradually got worse and worse. Eventually, I started to realize that our relationship maybe wasn't the best. But at the same time, I was clinging to her. I didn't know anyone else very well, so she was basically my only friend.
In the end, it was Sasha who broke us up. She made it sound like it was all my fault, too, along with everything wrong with our relationship. And for the longest time, I believed her.
After that, I closed myself off even more than before. Life was already so painful, and the person closest to me had hurt me even more. I didn't want to open up to anyone else. I couldn't open up to anyone else. I kept myself alone.
Niamh probably saved my life.

❝Let ‘em play their songs
Let ’em say what's right and wrong
Let ‘em do their thing
’Cause they'll never be you and me❠

Niamh was the first person who was finally able to break through my shell. I knew who she was, in that I'd seen her before, perhaps exchanged a few words. But I didn't know her. Not yet.
She came up to me and smiled at me, just like Sasha had. But her smile was nothing but sweet and innocent and caring, and I could tell she was different. It still took me a while to open up to her. I had a spot, on a hill, under a tree, where I hardly ever left. Niamh would come join me and just sit next to me, not talking to me, not pressuring me to talk to her, just being there peacefully next to me. And I slowly started to warm up to her. Until finally, one day, I started to talk to her.
Getting close to Niamh helped me be more open to the rest of the world. Part of it was Niamh herself being with me, part of it was just me gaining my confidence in the world.
I made more friends. Niamh introduced me to Jasper, and I ended up becoming close friends with xem. Ayden and Yuna I ended up talking to on my own. I avoided Sasha (Niamh, protective friend that she was, made sure of that). My life was so much better, even with everything that was so wrong.

❝We got our own style
We got a way of livin' life
If they can't get down
Well we don't need them around❠

When I realized how I felt about Niamh, it scared me at first. The last time I'd felt that way about anyone, it was Sasha, and that had not gone well. But I kept looking around and reminding myself how different Niamh was from Sasha, and I knew I had to not let Sasha control my life any more. And the pure joy on Niamh's face when I told her, the smile that seemed to light up the whole world, made me feel sure that I'd made the right choice.
It was great to see Sasha's reaction, too. She was so furious that I'd found someone else, that I'd moved on from her. And instead of being scared, I was able to laugh about it.
Round 4 was my final act of freeing myself from Sasha. It was me against her, and I took the song, and made it my own. I took control of the round, in a way to take full control of my life. My purpose wasn't even to free myself by making sure Sasha was the one who would lose and die. It was just a way to show how I was taking my life back, and how now I'm moving on.

❝Well I could be angry
But you're not worth the fight
And besides I'm moving on
I've counted to ten
And I'm feeling alright
And besides I'm moving
Yes I'm moving
Besides I'm moving on❠

❝791 words waow❠

c4merha-girll

338 words
Inspired by Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish (Lyric: I’ll love you till the day that I die)
I promise I write much better than this this was just so rushed!!

“I’ll love you till the day that I die” was the promise I made to them, the sentence that I’d constantly say as an oath of loyalty towards my partner. I was a highly devoted person, but little did I know that this promise was both a blessing and a curse. It was the 20th of October when I first found my partner in a loving embrace with someone else, feeling my heart crumbling into a million pieces as I stared. It felt wrong to interrupt them, only because they looked so happy together. I had never seen my partner look so happy when they were with me, which only allowed the hole in my heart to sink even deeper. So thus began the curse of the promise I had made, something that would’ve affected my life forever.

It wasn’t long before I finally confronted my partner about it, not wanting to live in the dark for any longer. A small part of me hoped that it was all just a joke, or maybe that my partner could comfort me and hold me in their arms. But neither of that happened, and it only ended up to me realizing that my partner didn’t actually care about me as much as I thought. But even after all that pain I had felt, I still felt a growing sense of love in my heart. Even if it was torn into pieces, there was still an intense feeling of love and devotion for them. No matter how hard I tried, I could never feel any hatred for my partner, it was like my promise really did curse my heart forever. Months turned to years, yet no time could ever change my feelings toward them. And as I finally lay in my hospital bed, I only thought of one person who had left me all those years ago. ‘Are they still thinking about me?’ I could never know the answer to that, but even until my last breath, I still loved them.

Dawn_Camps

⧉ Forms of Writing Weekly ⧉
November 3-9

Total Word Count: 2,344

⧉ Part One ⧉
Poetry

Section Word count: 119

I'm doing this for you siri :(

I don't know if this is really a poem but I tried my best lol
Where I see God

I see God in the little things
small details easily missed
like the swirl of a fingerprint, different from all the rest
or the pattern on a butterfly's wing

I see God in the big things too
like when light shines through clouds and looks ethereal
or the mountains reaching to the sky
even the rain that comes when you least expect it

But most of all
I see God in people

from my friends
who comfort me when I cry
or celebrate my accomplishments

to strangers on the street
stopping to compliment each other
or handing out food to the homeless

there are so many ways God appears
if you only look for them

⧉ Part Two ⧉
Song

Section Word count: 205

I don't know how to write songs lol
Verse One
Whether good or bad
I will stick by you
If you need to talk
I'm here to listen
If you need a shoulder to cry on
I will come to you

Chorus
Oh it's easy to feel alone
but no matter where you go
You'll always have someone
by your side
Making sure you get there safe
Helping you to win the race
I'll be there 'til the end of time

Verse Two
No matter where you go
I will care for you
If you need a distraction
I'm here to talk
When you're in times of trouble
I will help you out

Chorus
Oh it's easy to feel alone
but no matter where you go
You'll always have someone
by your side
Making sure you get there safe
Helping you to win the race
I'll be there 'til the end of time

Bridge
You can trust in me
And I can count on you
There's no world where
we won't be together

Chorus
Oh it's easy to feel alone
but no matter where you go
You'll always have someone
by your side
Making sure you get there safe
Helping you to win the race
I'll be there 'til the end of time

Ending Thingy
There's no world where
we won't be together

⧉ Part Three ⧉
Script

Section Word count: 912
INT. LAW FIRM — LAWYER THOMPSON'S OFFICE
A simple but obviously high class office. LARRY STEWART sits across from LAWYER THOMPSON at a large polished wood desk. LARRY is leaning back in his chair, feet crossed on top of the desk.

LAWYER THOMPSON
(clear throat) Mr. Stewart, I'm sure you are aware of why you are here.

LARRY STEWART
Yeah, yeah. The whole murder thing.
(waves a hand lazily)

THOMPSON
Sir, murder is a serious offense. I'm here to defend you in court but I cannot do that unless you decide to take this seriously and cooperate.

LARRY
(swings his legs off the desk and leans forward)
Fine, let's get this over with. I didn't do it. Who is it I'm supposed to have killed anyway?

THOMPSON
Wayne McPherson.

LARRY freezes for a moment, before brushing it off.

LARRY
(nonchalantly) Never heard of him.

THOMPSON
(suspicious) Are you sure?

LARRY
Yes.

THOMPSON
Look, this will go much better if you just tell me the truth. I'm here to help you.

LARRY
Look, fine. I have heard of him. But wasn't that case like thirty years ago or something? I would have been ten.

THOMPSON
(satisfied he's getting somewhere) Twenty eight years ago to be exact. You may have been young but that doesn't rule you out completely. If we could get some character witnesses to testify to your character as a child we may be able to convince the jury you're innocent. Would your parents be available?

LARRY
(beat.) Um, no.

THOMPSON
Anyone else you can think of who knew you well as a child? My an aunt or uncle, even grandparents who might have taken care of you for a bit?

LARRY
No. No. I (beat) don't have any family.

THOMPSON becomes suspicious at that.

THOMPSON
None at all?

LARRY
Um no.

THOMPSON
I see. What are you parent's names?

LARRY
(getting nervous now)
Eva and Clark Stewart.

THOMPSON
See, now that's suspicious because I checked the records and I can't find any couple that went by the names Eva and Clark Stewart. In fact…

THOMPSON opens a drawer out of LARRY's sight and pulls out a file, laying it on the desk between them.

THOMPSON
(continuation)
…it would seem that your bloodline starts with you.
(his gaze shifts from the file to LARRY)
Care to explain?

LARRY
Okay, fine. Look, I didn't murder anyone. I promise!!

THOMPSON
(leaning forward) Who are you really—
(beat) Larry Stewart?

LARRY doesn't reply, he looks like he wants to bolt.

THOMPSON
You can tell me. I not here to judge or to hurt you. I truly want to help. Please, just trust me. I'll help you through it.

LARRY
(exhaling) Fine. It's not like I have any better options anyway. I was bound to be caught eventually.
(beat)
I'm Larry Stewart, yes. But I'm also Billy Smith… and Wayne McPherson.

THOMPSON looks confused at this, it's obviously not what he expected LARRY to say.

THOMPSON
You mean to say that you've crafted fake identities?

LARRY
No!! I mean, not exactly. Look, I know this sounds crazy but I'm immortal.

THOMPSON just stares at him and LARRY continues, rambling now.

LARRY
I know how it sounds. You probably want to lock me in an insane asylum. But I'm telling the truth!! I didn't murder Wayne McPherson because I was—am—Wayne McPherson! I lived as Wayne for a while—longer than I usually keep one identity—until it would have been suspicious. Then I just left. I usually don't stay as one person long enough to actually form relationships—an identity—but Wayne had such a great life I couldn't bear to lose it. I knew I'd have to leave sooner or later and the longer I waited the worse it would be, so I left. But I never expected anyone to actually report me as missing!! I mean that's never happened before! I just— (cut off by THOMPSON)

THOMPSON
(cutting LARRY off) Woah, slow down. Let's say for a moment that you're not completely insane—which if you are could work in our favour by the way—and that you actually are immortal. How come you don't look anything like Wayne? I could see if your hair changed colour, or you gained a little weight. But come on! You don't even look related.

LARRY
Oh that. Yeah, being immortal also means I can change anything about my appearance whenever I want. I can show you if you want."

THOMPSON is writing in the file now, already preparing to have LARRY consult a psychiatrist.

THOMPSON
(deciding to play along) Sure, go ahead.

LARRY
Okay, um… you see my eyes? They're brown right?

THOMPSON nods, mildly amused but mostly pitying the poor, obviously insane man.
LARRY closes his eyes for a second and when he reopens them they're a bright vibrant blue.

LARRY
Uh, ta-da?

THOMPSON's mouth is agape now, not believing what he just saw.

THOMPSON
How did you?

LARRY
I can change my nose too, if you need more proof.

Before THOMPSON's eyes, LARRY's nose morphs, becoming much flatter and wider.

LARRY
So, are you going to help me plead innocent? I'd rather not have to switch my identity so soon. I also don't really want to leave this life as a wanted man.

THOMPSON
(clearing his throat and regaining his composure) Okay. Yeah. I mean, yes. I'll defend you in court. Though this just got a lot more complicated…

END SCENE. Fade to blackout.

⧉ Part Four ⧉
Speech

Section Word count: 1,108

I'm not done yet but I'm paranoid I'll miss the deadline or my computer will crash or something so here's part of it lol
Hello, all! Whether you're new to Scratch Writing Camp or you're a veteran (or even a random stalker who happened to stumble across this) welcome to my speech about Christian imagery in K Pop Demon Hunters because I could ramble about that for forever. In this speech I will be diving into certain songs as well as the broad, overarching message. It's no secret that K Pop Demon Hunters seems to have blown up overnight, and for good reason. It's an amazing movie and it's clear that a lot of hard work and love went into making it. The songs are catchy, the animation is stunning, and the voice acting is superb; but more than that it has an amazing message. The plot of the movie is good defeating evil, which on its own is incredibly cliche and not inherently Christian, but when you go a little deeper you'll find a Christian message about shame and how Satan tries to manipulate us.
A main plot point shown throughout the movie is shame and guilt. Rumi is ashamed of her marks, while Jinu struggles with guilt of abandoning his family. I particularly loved how Gwi-Ma used guilt to control Jinu, as it directly mimics one of the ways Satan tries to control us. Whereas God forgives our sins and mistakes and allows us to move past our history, Satan continually reminds us of it. This is similar to Rumi's marks, where she's ashamed of them and Gwi-Ma uses that to hurt not only her but her friends as well. Rumi feels like she has to hide a part of herself to be loved and that if she can only make them go away, then everything will be perfect. But hiding things isn't healthy and it can easily grow to consume you. Let's dive into this deeper and explore the song Your Idol.
When I first heard this song I got chills. It was so disturbing but so well written. There are so many lyrics that directly relate to how Satan works. In particular the lyric “I'm the only one who loves your sins” stuck out to me because it's such a stark contrast from everything I know about God and his love for us. God despises our sins, but loves us despite them. Whereas Satan hates us but loves our sins because he knows they can pull us farther away from God. And in the song, it doesn't say "I'm the only one who loves you it doesn't talk about us as people at all. And bringing it back to Rumi and her marks that she's so ashamed of, there's a lyric: “Don't let it show, keep it all inside. The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight.” This directly connects to how Rumi felt about her marks. All her life Celine had told her that her marks were something to be ashamed of, something she needed to hide. But it's not healthy to keep things bottled up, eventually they're going to spill over. There are so many studies that show this, whether Christian or secular. Talking with people and letting things go is so much healthier than holding on and hiding them.
The next song I'd like to talk about Takedown. This song is so underappreciated. Maybe the beat isn't as catchy as some of the other songs in the movie, but the meaning is so good. Something I always think of when I hear it is one of Jinu's lines in the movie when he's talking to Rumi. He says “If hate could defeat Gwi-Ma, I would've done it a long time ago.” The song Takedown is filled with hate and anger. It's in stark contrast to another song which I'll get to in a bit. In the end Takedown doesn't help Huntr/x at all, and actually ends up causes arguments and hurt. In real life, hate doesn't help either. Hate isn't from God, it's not the way we're called to solve conflicts. It never ends well.
I have one more song that I'd like to discuss but before that I have a couple more things I'd like to touch on briefly. The first thing I want to discuss the demons themselves. I really liked how the Saja Boys were portrayed as beautiful even though they were evil. Usually demons are shown as being ugly or disgusting but the Saja Boys were traditionally good looking and I love that because evil can appear beautiful and enticing. More often than not, sin is tempting and attractive in the moment; there aren't a lot movies or TV shows that display that.
The second is Jinu's redemption arc. Jinu was a demon for four hundred years before he helped Rumi defeat Gwi-Ma. Four hundred years is a long time, yet he was still able to change. Just like in K Pop Demon Hunters, you're never too far gone to repent. God is always waiting for you to repent and turn to him. It doesn't matter what you've done, if you want to return to him he'd be overjoyed to have you come back.
Okay, the last thing I'd like to mention before closing is the song What It Sounds Like and the scene surrounding it. The song is the finale and is so so powerful. It comes right after Your Idol which only makes the contrast that much more prominent. Rumi admits that her she's broken and that her lies have all been brought to the light. But instead of wallowing in that or trying to cover them up again, she embraces her marks and moves past her lies. The song is also big on community, which is something that is a huge deal to me. Over the years I've learned that Satan tries to isolate you, especially when you're feeling down. Just before the song Rumi, Mira, and Zoey had an argument and split up, which is when Gwi-Ma is able to get into each of their heads (and Bobby's) and prey on their insecurities. But in the song Rumi, Zoey, and Mira make up and work together; better than ever. And that allows them to defeat Gwi-Ma (well, with the help of Jinu but that just furthers my point. We as humans were designed for community, God literally says in Genesis that it's not good for man to be alone.
There are so many other instances of Christian imagery sprinkled throughout the movie but it would take way too long to mention them. All in all, it's an incredible movie with much deeper meaning behind it than it would seem at first glance.

Last edited by Dawn_Camps (Nov. 10, 2025 02:22:03)

babyoda1546

✪ Daily Task 04: Song Incorporation Daily ⊹ ₊

Hello, hello, do you know me?
I’m called Mr. Forgettable.

It was another one of those days. Wake up, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to school. I went through the motions like I did every day. Oh, how the halls were crowded yet so very empty. People shouted at their friends and got in trouble, but it’s like I see everything through a monotone lens. Black, grey, white, and even more grey. I don’t even bother to greet my ‘friends’ because I know they’ll come to me if they need me. I’m the fill-in friend, so they only really call me if they need someone, and with the new brother and sister moving into our grade today, I doubt it.

I make it through my classes with ease. However, I don't think anyone notices. I was smart, but not the smartest, so that didn’t get me much attention. Though I’m sure that no matter what I do, no one will notice. I have three siblings at home, so I’m not really anything special there either- Oh! And I found out the names of the new kids. The brother is Jack, and the sister is Oliva. I didn’t ask them their names or introduce myself, of course. I just listened during attendance.

I will admit. This behavior is unusual for me. I usually care, I’m usually more upbeat, and I usually at least try to make my presence known. I guess today is just one of those days, though, one where I give up trying. Trying to fit in, trying to be happy, trying to be anything but how I feel.

Hello, hello, Are you lonely?

The table that I usually sit at with my ‘friends’ is full. Jack is sitting in my spot today, just as I thought. I look around the cafeteria for a seat, but I don’t really know anyone else well enough, so I sit at an empty table. I don’t bother getting a tray because, as usual, I’m not hungry. I just sit down and wait impatiently for the clock to hit 12:00pm and for lunch to be over.

Then I hear someone sit down across from me at my otherwise empty table. I lazily lift my head from my arms. It was Olivia. I quickly switched on my smile. She gently slid a tray towards me.

“You should probably eat something.” She smiled patiently, waiting for me to take the tray, so in an effort not to be rude, I took it.

“Thank you,” I replied kindly.

“I’m Olivia, by the way. You must be Mason,” she said in her warm voice. How did she figure out my name? No one talks about me. As soon as we shook hands and our eyes met, my monochrome world faded into color.

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ForestPanther

Max's heart pounds in his ears. He's flying, 350 kilometers an hour, an extension of the machine beneath him. Just a few more turns, and this week will be his. The car roars, reacting perfectly to his light touch.
Final corner…
Final straight…

“Good job, mate. That's P1, P1. Great weekend.”

A sigh of relief escapes him.

“Thank you, mate. Good job everybody, really good job. Good win.”

He's cruising now, muscles relaxing. But his heartbeat doesn't slow- it remains, pounding rhythmically like the bass drum in a song. Now that the race is over… now that he's done…

“Umm,” he begins over the radio. Max hesitates.

“P2 for Charles, Max.”

“Oh! Um, good for him.” He smiles giddily under his helmet. A win for him is great, but to share the podium with Charles?
Simply lovely.

-

Cheers and music envelop the track as Max climbs out of his car. He clambers on top of the body, pumping his fist in the air. The atmosphere is electric. And out of the corner of his eye, he sees Charles climbing out his car and waving to the fans as well. Max grins.

And you always find your way right back to me…

-

As they walk to the cooldown room, Max lingers, trying to snatch a few moments with Charles. But, of course, Ferrari is being Ferrari. After a few minutes, he gives up, turning on his heel. He'll see Charles there, anyways.

No you're not quite stuck with me,
But one day, you'll be…

-

Max tries to tear his eyes away from Charles. He's failing miserably, staring at the back of his head as he walks across the room to put his helmet on the stand. After a race… well, he just looks alive. His hair is tousled, his race suit showing off his muscles, and Max knows that when he turns around, Charles' eyes will be alight with joy.
It's when he's at his most beautiful.

You and your Ferrari might just make you seem appealing…

336 words. im sad i ran out of time so this is lowkey buns. but the song is great, ‘the aisle’ by pinkpantheress. ultimate lestappen song.

taylorsversion--

04.11.25 ★ Song Daily
place we were made - maisie peters
380/300 words

one month before

my socks bounce on the carpet i hop around my room, gathering together my makeup and hair straightener. my fingers clench nervously as i hum to myself lightly. i’m only leaving for a few hours, i tell myself, i still have one month before this gets real.

downstairs, i hear the low, urgent, voices of my parents, muffled slightly by the warbling of the movie ellen’s watching. i sweep past them, muttering goodbye, because i don’t need to be able to hear them to know that they’re talking about leaving.

what else would they be talking about?

here i am, trying to savour my last moments around people i love, and all i hear is leaving, leaving, leaving. if i get stopped in the corridor one more time to hear the dreadful “maisie, you’re leaving?”, i don’t know whether i will breakdown or explode.

my fingers fumble with the doorknob. this is not the last time, i reassure myself, you’ll come back to your home.

because yes. i’m leaving the country. you don’t need to remind me.

i wish i didn’t, but trust me, i know.

maisie peters will no longer be a small town girl.
she will no longer creep out to watch fires on the beach.
no longer play poker down in the shed.

knowing this just feels too surreal.

one week before

school’s over. finally.

it’s ironic how my leaving is doing wonders for my popularity. it’s quite flattering, really, how many people bothered to ask “who is she again?” before saying they’ll miss me, but in all honesty, i’ll miss that place and my few friends there.

they don’t know how lucky they are to be stumbling home through the field, waiting for the bus to take them somewhere.

when i leave, i’ll go to those places in my mind. i know this place like the back of my hand, and i’m not letting the colours fade.

when i leave, i’ll remember this place. this place made me.

when i leave, i-

final day

i think i left a piece of myself in a small puddle in my garden.

it’s so unbelievably hard saying goodbye to your hometown.

no matter how far away, i’ll always remember this as the place we were made.

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AmazaEevee

Daily #4
11/4/2025
424 words

/!\ WIP

A/N: Based off of Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore Specifically: I want you to stop insisting that I'm not a lost cause, ‘cause I’ve been through a lot. Likely going to continue at some point because uhhhh I have a whole backstory leading up to this moment, but I had to get this written before I had to be off devices for 3 hours so.

Lois rubs the sleep out of her eyes, sunlight blinding her with no curtains to filter through. Ugh. She probably forgot to close them last night. Typical. She yawns, rolling her neck.

Peeling the sheets off of her, she tosses her legs off of the side of the bed. Aw man.

On her legs were not her usual silk pajamas, but instead her pencil skirt. She groans. She must have really been out of it last night. Come to think of it, she can’t remember what happened last night. She was working on research for her latest story: an intriguing mystery with a trail of murders. Lois had gotten an email back from an source and she’d been starting to put together a timeline and… nothing.

Well, she can’t show up to work in yesterday’s wrinkled clothes, can she?

She unbuttons her blouse and pulls off her skirt, tossing them both in the gauge direction of her hamper.

The shuffling and light clanging from her apartment catches her ears. Muscles tensing, she grabs the bat near her door and cracks the door open just enough to poke her head out. There’s someone moving around in her kitchen, tall. Oh, Clark.

Clark!

She pulls back from her door, remembering belatedly not to slam the door shut. Oh, gosh. Clark was here.

She needs clothes.

Lois fingers through her tops, mind racing. Where was her purple sweater? It’s the easiest go-to outfit and- There.

She pulls it over her head, the wool soft against her skin as she sticks her arms through and grabs one of her black pants. Sliding them on, she stands in front of the mirror. Hairbrush.

The brush slides through her hair, catching on knots and she tires not to tug on them too hard.

Why was Clark here? There’s no reason he would be here in the morning on a day weekday unless- Shoot! Last night.

She yelps as she pulls on her hair too hard and she bites her lip.

A knock on her door is accompanied by a voice. “Lois? Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah! Just… my hair,” she admits lamely.

He chuckles. “I’m sure you look great. And hurry up! I’ve got breakfast and we’ll have to take it in the go, unless you want Perry on us about it.”

Lois brushes through the rest of her hair and tosses it up in a bun. She breathes to steady herself, grabbing onto the doorknob and walking out to greet Clark.

“Morning, Lois,” Clark greets, wrapping sandwiches in napkins.

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EvaEvergreen

Songfic Daily:
Based on:
I Look In People's Windows by Taylor Swift

“Goodbye, Clara.”
The words still rang in her head weeks after he’d said them.
Would she ever forget? It seemed like her whole world was crumbling.
She just couldn’t shake them from her head, even walking down her favorite street.
Clara passed bakeries, bookshops, and markets, the sound of a farewell too soon still ringing endlessly in her head.
A flash of red hair caught her eye. Could it be?
She stopped and peered into the restaurant. Was he in there? Maybe he’d meet her eyes, say he made a mistake, apologize for breaking her heart . .
It wasn’t him. Inside, the redhead was smiling and cradling an infant in his arms. It couldn’t possibly be him.
Clara sighed and dragged herself further down the road.
A familiar laugh sounded from a nearby house. Clara froze. It sounded just like him. No one else had a laugh like that.
Her eyes wandered before landing on the culprit: an older man with a long gray beard sipping wine.
Apparently his laugh wasn’t that unique after all.
Every other minute, Clara heard, saw, even smelled something that reminded her of him.
Every other minute, she was disappointed.
She could go home. She was so close.
But . . . .
He was somewhere in this town. It couldn’t hurt to walk a little longer.
Clara turned around. She walked back towards the square, taking time to gaze into each and every window.
Sometimes, her eyes met someone else’s.
They looked at her like she was crazy.
She probably was.
She didn’t particularly care. What if he just made a mistake? What if he realized minutes after leaving that breaking up was something he’d regret for the rest of his days?
She couldn’t give up.
Wouldn’t.
She craned her neck, trying to see into a particularly high window.
Nothing.
Clara kicked at the dirt. It was hopeless. What was she doing, looking in random people’s windows and searching for a boy who hated her?
She was hopeless.
She turned towards one last glass pane. Just one last look, Clara promised herself. Then I’ll go home.
It was a Christmas party. Guests laughed and smiled and clinked glasses with each other. They looked so happy.
A couple was kissing by the fireplace.
Tears stung Clara’s eyes. She’d never have that again. She needed to stop gazing hopelessly into meaningless pieces of glass, wishing he’d come back.
She turned her back to the square and walked home.
No more windows. No more deranged weirdos. No more searching faces for something that isn’t there.
“Goodbye, James,” Clara said.

-KenzieCamps-

Songfic

About The Post
points worth: 450
words written: 359
reason: daily
prompt:
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.

I had a very strange dream last night. I had been walking home and when I had stepped inside, I turned around to find an old man. He stepped in side the door way and the way he smiled, laughed, and spoke tickled something underneath my skin.

“I’ve seen you here before,” he said. “I know your name. You can have your pick of pretty things. You can have it all, everything at once. Everything you’ve seen and everything you’ve ever had fantasies of.”

The first thought that popped to my head seemed to come out of my mouth. “A gold touch,” i mouthed.

I woke up from my dream with golden man. I saw a girl that I had never seen with golden skin. I jumped up to my feet, her appearance suprised me.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

I shook my head. “This can’t be happening. I don’t think this is me.” I pinched myself. This can’t be real. It just can’t. It has to be a dream, right? I started screaming and crying, this shouldn’t be happening to me.

I ran to look outside the door and I saw a golden sea. I also saw a golden ship with golden masts. All of the rope was golden, as well. I peered at my reflection through a window and I didn’t like what I saw. Golden eyes that looked very dead were peering back at me.

A thought passed through my head. A golden heart can’t beat at all.

I decided that I didn’t want a golden touch. I wanted to wake up again from this nightmare. I want to wake up from this dream.

I woke up again as before, with sweat crawling down my back, except the gold was all gone. My wife appeared at the door.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I wasn’t a golden man, my wife was living in the flesh. My heart beat a few times and calmed down.

I realized that I was grateful for what I had. I’m grateful that I have a life that isn’t filled with gold. I’m grateful for my wife.

Closing
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FairyAyla

Daily 4:

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.

using Save The Badger Badger Badger

Man-badger, the badger with the proportional strength of a man! He saves other badgers, and defeats evil humans! And he can fly! And has hands! And can play guitar!
“That tunnel enterance is on fire! How will those people get out?!” Cried the innocent bystander badger, with the firefighter badgers doing nothing, because it’s superheroes jobs to do everything. “Never fear! Man-badger is here!” And then Man-badger dug a tunnel into the building, and saved all the people! “Oh, thank you, Man-badger!” Cried the grateful citizens. “All in a days work” Man-badger said. And then Man-badger winked, because he can do that, because he is Man-badger.
E.G. Person (the E.G. stands for Evil Government), cackled evilly as he made his plan to make a giant laser to destroy the world (and therefore all the badgers). He had had his evil laser made by the best laser maker, thankfully (for him), without too many questions. And the questions that were asked (“Why do you need a world destroying laser?”), were ignored. As E.G. Person got ready to set off his laser, Man-badger burst into the room. “STOP! E.G. Person! Your plan has been foiled!” He cried “Man-badger?! What?! What are you doing here?! What you mean?!”
“I am here to stop you from using your evil world destroying laser to destroy the world (and therefore all the badgers)!”
“What?! No! You’ll never stop me! NEVER!!”
“I already have.” Said Man-badger confidently. “The government has stopped their horrible plan, and you will not use your evil laser!” Man-badger said, whacking the evil world destroying laser with his claw, and therefore breaking it. It was pretty fragile. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—”
“Watch this music video about it” Man-badger said, taking out his tablet, and pressing a button (with a bit of difficulty. It’s hard to use a touch screen with such large claws). E.G. Person watched it, then continued wailing with defeat. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*takes breath*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
“Another day saved by Man-badger!” And Man-badger flew away, leaving E.G. Person to wail in peace.

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