hii! im sage and this is my writing folder for SWC
please dont comment in this bc this is solely for storing my writings

1K Intro! 1010 words

Hello, ladies, gentlemen, peoplefolk, and mango lovers, and welcome to my 1K intro. My name is Sage and I use she/her pronouns. I am a very chaotic and glitter-loving teenager who loves all things words. Now, without further ado, let’s dive in.

As stated before, I am a slightly chaotic teenage girl who thinks that she has mastered the art of multitasking but probably hasn’t (I mean I’m writing this while texting someone so I think I’m doing pretty good). I live in the amazing continent of Asia so my SWC session started hours before everyone in America did! I really like glitter and own 4 glitter jackets, one sequined bodysuit, hair tinsel, glitter freckles, and three different scented body glitter perfumes. Alas, none of my friends like glitter but I sometimes force the glitter onto them.

For one to be a writer, one must be a reader. Or at least, that’s how it is for me. I’ve been a reader since I was seven and my taste and preferences have definitely changed. I grew up on the American Girl novels and my latest read was Games Untold by Jennifer Lynn Barnes. My favorite books are Powerless, The Inheritance Games, The Summer I Turned Pretty,
Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, the Naturals, the Hunger Games, Keeper of the Lost Cities, and To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Alongside those, I also like Maximum Ride, the Gone series, and Divergent. I think I only got super into reading when I read Harry Potter and such. So, when I was 10. Before that, I read, but I wasn’t in any fandoms. When I became a so-called ‘Potterhead’ I was in a fandom. From then, I read Keeper of the Lost Cities, then Percy Jackson, then so much more.

My book taste definitely influences my writing style. My typical writing genre is definitely the YA Romantasy genre, although I have been trying to branch out. I am currently writing a novel, however I have the unfortunate case of procrastination. I really need to finish it because I currently have four people constantly attacking me about my book so…

On the topic of my fandoms and such, I have recently gotten into Demon Slayer. (Spoilers ahead!) Since I unfortunately don’t have a way to watch the anime, I have been reading my manga thanks to my amazing friends who have been supplying me with them. I am currently on manga 9 and I have to say… I am hooked. I love Zenitsu, like he’s such a cinnamon roll yet actually crazy powerful towards the end. I also loved Rengoku… yeah well his brother is still alive I guess.
Another anime that I’m into is Kimi ni Todoke, which is about a girl who everyone is kind of scared of but then it turns out that she’s actually really nice. I also like Haikyuu!! but I have only seen the first season.

Music also plays a big role in my life. My favorite singers are Taylor Swift, Gracie Abrams, Olivia Rodrigo, Maisie Peters, Laufey, and Alex Warren. I also love Epic the Musicol absolutely cannot wait for Illium. On the other side of music, I am a percussionist in my school band and I have to say, I’m pretty good at the cowbell.

Now we can’t have a 1K intro for SWC without mentioning SWC, can we? When I first joined scratch about a year and a half ago, I had no idea whatsoever what SWC was. Maybe I would see things like ‘#cabinnameftw’ or ‘proud swc-er’ and things like that but besides that, I didn’t know what it was. However this summer, I joined SWC for the July 2025 session. I was sorted into the Script cabin (which was amazing)! That session definitely inspired me to join again this year. And mark my words, people, the Fantasy Cabin WILL win this session, I know it!
(We also have the BEST pfps thanks to Veni)

I need to write a few more words so let’s talk about school. I can’t say what grade I am for privacy reasons but I can say that my favorite subject is Language Arts (surprise, surprise). Following that, however, I also enjoy science and social studies. For my art class, we’re doing an art project in Van Gogh’s style, and for my project I’m thinking of making an original character whose features are based off of Van Gogh's starry night.

I’m really running out of things to write so I fear that I need to resort to what I did last year. My Duolingo streak. I have a 369 day streak for learning Chinese and currently have a learning score of 21. I have quite a lot to say about the energy system, though. To be honest, I like the hearts system better. You see, with the hearts, if you don’t get 5 wrong, you can do as many exercises as you want. Now, you can only do 2 or 3, and that’s only if you get all of the questions correct. At this point, Duolingo is pay to win but I can’t pay because Super is expensive. I wish they’d go back to hearts, but oh well, I guess you get what you get.

I need 200 more words to go so I shall discuss the book that I am writing. The story is based off of this girl who decides to switch her life- quite literally. She transports herself into another person’s life. The only problem is that the girl she is now, is a convicted criminal. Now, she needs to work under the institution the previous girl worked under without getting caught.
Seems interesting, doesn’t it? Yeah well, it’s a pain to write but I hope that I can get it published some day.

Thank you so much for reading my 1K intro, I hope that you have an amazing SWC session and Fantasy Cabin for the win! Thank you especially to the hosts and cabin leaders that make SWC awesome. Good night/morning!

Flower Daily
517 words

The rising sun paints the landscape with pink
With orange, and red, and magenta hues
Today, I remember, today I think
I will receive a letter from you

I hear the postman rolling in
My ears, they hear him drop the stack
I rush over and
I pick it up and rifle through
Rifle through the letter
I rifle, rifle, through the stack
Finding my goal at the back

Another letter, another bouquet
From my lover out at war
I open the envelope to the words encased inside
I open the envelope to words from you, at last

Dearest Victoria, of whom I am loyal to
That’s how the letter begins
I have packed you flowers as I often do
Oh yes! My consciousness screams, A flower bouquet from him!
Roses red, to remind you of my love
Dahlias because I am yours till the end
Orchids, for you are more beautiful than the scenery in London
And ox-eyes, because I wish you patience

The general says that I’m due for a return home
In three fortnight’s time
And when I return, I will give you a bouquet of ambrosias
Wrapped with a satin ribbon, love returned, it symbolise

Women send me geraniums
For they are envious of you
For they know that my heart belongs to
Yours and yours true

I have no need for kingcups, for I desire no gold, I desire no riches
I only desire your pure, pure love, your beauty, and your affections.

I don’t know what you do with the flowers I send you
I can only hope that you don’t throw them away
I will be home soon, my love,
I can only hope that you will forget-me-not
And forgive me, of course, for the pun
I love you forever,
I love you still
Forever, and ever, my dear daffodil

I read the last line
Your signature in my sight
and fold the letter up and sigh
My lover back in three fortnight’s time
Oh my, oh my, oh my!
And of course, to tide
Me over for the weeks, at the back of the letter he
has attached a bouquet of flowers for me
I search around for a vase empty
And stuff it in, I stuff it in
for my lover’s sake
I stuff it in, I stuff it in
With water I fill the vase

That night during my last hours wake
I pray to God to keep my lover safe
And in three fortnight’s time
My lips tilt up in a smile
“Victoria, dear!” You call to me
I run into your embrace
He hands me another vase of flowers
And I put them in my vase

“Have you received my letters?” He asks,
“My flowers too?”
I nod and earnestly reply, “How much I have missed you.”
I show him the box where
I’ve put all of his notes
Inside, also, I’ve stored the ribbons
That the bouquets he gave me wore

“Promise me you’ll never leave,” I beg him later at night.
“I promise you, my love, my soul. I’ll never leave your sight.”

hey humans, had to post this on an alt bc I don’t have access to my laptop rn and I changed my pass and forgot it… but I swear it’s still me!!
Jellyfish Daily - Nov 3 - 727 Words

If I ever become famous, biography writers will have to scroll through a lot of websites to find my hometown, Jellyfish Valley. A somewhat boring fishing town with an obsolete name. After all, the town isn’t even a valley, it’s a fishing village and the town isn’t even named after the marine creature. Instead, it is named after the founder, whose last name was Jellyfish.
In fact, maybe I shouldn’t become famous. I mean, what kid is going to want to read a book with the first line being: Genevieve Williams grew up in a microscopic town called Jellyfish Valley?
***
I work at my father’s fishing shop, selling hooks and rods, nets and boats. We have anything and everything related to fishing.
I have been working here for five years, ever since the day after I turned eleven. Working here used to be my older sister’s job, but now she’s married and helps sell the fish her husband catches.
Almost everything in this village has to do with the ocean. I learned all the different types of marine life in kindergarten and by third grade, I knew where the best places were to fish bass. Not that I ever put my knowledge to use.
I don’t particularly enjoy fishing, or even the ocean to be precise. My big dream is to leave Jellyfish Valley as soon as I turn eighteen. 3don’t dare tell my father my plans in fear that he will stop me. No one has left Jellyfish Valley since the time when my best friend’s older sister eloped with a boy from a city miles away.
“I don’t know why you want to leave,” my best friend, Florence, tells me as we walk to school, “after all what good can I do? My sister left and now look where she is!”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes but have to point out, “Flori, your sister is a CEO of her own business in the big city with a great husband and two kids. I don’t think it can get much better than that.”
Florence fidgets with one of her dreadlocks, her nervous habit. She always gets nervous whenever we talk about her sister, Victoria.
“Yeah, well,” she tries to protest, “for the first few years of their marriage, Vicky’s husband was at war. That’s all you get in the city. War.”
I shake my head, exasperated. Florence never understands. She thinks that life here in the small village is the best, and maybe she’s right. But I want more than the best. I want freedom.
***
During lunch, I sit at the rocks, watching the seagulls dying to steal some of the fishermen’s fish and the fishermen waving them away. I see a small group of first graders crowded around a bucket and almost smile. They’re doing their jellyfish unit we’re the teacher brings in a wild jellyfish.
“Now, if you want, you can touch the top right now,” the teacher tells them, “But never, ever, touch a jellyfish’s tentacles. You don’t want to even have the slightest chance of its tentacles stinging you or it will hurt.”
At this, a little girl starts to bawl, and two boys follow suit. I remember something similar happening when I was in first grade, only I was the one who cried. Hopping down from my rock, I walk across the sand and to the first grade.
“Hi, Ms. Voss,” I say to the teacher, smiling, “need some help?”
Ms. Voss waves at me and says to the class, “Everyone, this is Genevieve, but you guys can call her Genie. She did this when she was your age, too.”
I grin at the little kids and say, “Yeah and I was scared, just like you. But I got over it and look at where I’m now! You just got to be brave.” A small little blonde girl smiles a gap-tooth smile and says, “I wanna be brave like Gee-Nee!” She runs up and hugs my legs and for a moment I wonder if maybe, just maybe, staying in Jellyfish Valley was so bad after all.
Sure, I want to pursue my dreams in the big city but… Jellyfish Valley is a community. And I may think that leaving home is brave but maybe staying home is a little brave too. Just a little, though.

Word War with @lyrids-, using Alana's prompt
224 words

Prompt: Why are you staring at me?

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask the girl in the corner. The girl who thought that I couldn’t see her. She stands up, face flushed and whispers a response so quiet, I can’t hear her.
“Pardon?” I ask, trying to soften my tone. I didn’t want to seem too harsh.
The girl repeats the words,a little louder this time. “I want to learn how to make pottery like you do.”
I scoff, saying, “Pottery is a man’s activity. Not for girls like you.”
The girl covers her face with her hair, her cheeks tinted with embarrassment.
“I know,” she mumbles, “I just want to learn how. I have no older brothers and no person to take over my father’s trade. He’s ever so sad and I thought that if I could learn how to make pots then maybe he’d be less sad."
I knew this girl and her story. Her mother died when she was young, leaving her father without an heir. She was doing a noble thing trying to help her father.
“Fine.” I grumble, waving her over. “If you want to make a pot you need the basics. First you need to get the right amount of clay.”
“How do I know what the right amount of clay is?” She asks.
“Great question.” I admit. My pupil was smart.

How I learned to spell pumpkin
306 words

Pumpkin. What a strange word. It’s a strange fruit so I suppose it’s only fitting for it to have a strange name. When I was… say third grade, there was a time where I could not spell pumpkin. It is a very embarrassing time of my life so I implore you not to tell this story to anyone.
Back in third grade, around October, we had to make pumpkin book reports. The process was simple: read a book, make a pumpkin that looks like the main character’s head and write a report on the book, and you had to include how your pumpkin is related to the book. Little eight-year-old me was so excited for this (even back then I loved to read). For my book, I chose Mary Poppins. I don’t mean to be biased, but I truly think that my pumpkin looked exquisite. Now, time for the writing. I was young but I loved to write (some things never change now, do they?) so I wrote what was probably a terrible paragraph compared to this paragraph, dear reader, but it was amazing to my self-absorbed little third-grade self. Only… it wasn’t. My mother took one look at my paper and she was like, “Sage (well, of course she called me by my real name, but I’m not going to expose myself now, am I?), you spelt pumpkin wrong in the title.”
She was right but it wasn’t only in the title. I spelt pumpkin wrong every time I mentioned it in my text–which meant I misspelt it a lot. How did I spell it, you may be wondering. Well, I spelt it ‘pumkin’. That’s right, without the second p. Of course, I corrected my errors before turning the paper in to my teacher but rest assured, I never misspelt pumpkin by accident ever again.

WEEKLY #1

Poem-
Push, pull, push, pull
Tug till I’m in shreds
Push, pull, push, pull
Tug till nothing’s left

Sit here, sit here
Two different people plead
Stay here, You don’t have to go
They tug until I bleed

Push, pull, two-faced
Guilt, greed, here, there
Push, pull, two faced
I’m nonchalant, I don’t care

My nose grows
Like Pinocchio
It’s as tall as the tree
In front of the school at the roundabout
It’s taller, it’s taller, than me

They complain about one,
I listen and agree
One complains about they,
I nod and lie through my teeth

Push, pull, stay, go
I’m in a heap, I’m in shreds
Push, pull, I said no
Now there’s nothing left


Song-
Woke up staring at my ceiling
Woke up, my heart barely breathing’
My lungs are out of air

Can barely sit up, I’m winded
It’s like my hands are pinned
‘Cause I can’t get out

How am I
Supposed to live my life
When I dream about
The things I do-o
How am I
Supposed to act alright
When these thoughts
Echo through my mind
Thoughts of you

I wanna scrub my mind clean
All these things I’m thinking
How could I ever believe these fantasies
Could come true

When they’re obviously
Not for me
No, girls like me don’t deserve
happy endings
Girls like me don’t deserve you

Now I can’t look your way
Now I, I don’t know what to say
My cheeks are tinted pink

They all squeal when they tell them
Their minds, they worship hot men
Oh no, am I becoming one of them?


How am I
Supposed to live my life
When I dream about
The things I do-o
How am I
Supposed to act alright
When these thoughts
Echo through my mind
Thoughts of you

I wanna scrub my mind clean
All these things I’m thinking
How could I ever believe these fantasies
Could come true

When they’re obviously
Not for me
No, girls like me don’t deserve
happy endings
Girls like me don’t deserve you

I’ll see you hanging round her
My eyes see green
I tell myself it’s hopeless
You don’t notice me
I’ll cry my eyes red till I
Can’t see a thing
I’ll hide even thought
It means
You’ll never notice me

I wanna scrub my mind clean
All these things I’m thinking
How could I ever believe these fantasies
Could come true

When they’re obviously
Not for me
No, girls like me don’t deserve
happy endings
Girls like me don’t deserve you



Script-


Jack: Are you guys ready… for the ultimate Dungeons and Dragons game of the summer?
Isa: Technically, it’s a week before school starts so I don’t know if that really counts as summer.
Jack: Ehh… to me it does.
Isa: Alright then.
Jack: (clears throat) Now, are you guys ready?!

Jack: Great, now introduce your characters.
Isa: (reading off her sheet and twirling a piece of her hair around her finger) So my character is Isa, named after me, duh, and she’s a bard. Your turn, Tommy.
Tommy: (Petting a dog) What is it my turn for?
Isa: (rolls eyes) It’s your turn to introduce your character.
Tommy: (excited) Oh! My character is awesome! He’s a wizard, and a strong one, too! His name is Sir Underjackel the Seventh!
Isa: (sarcastically) Amazing. What about you, Paul? What’s your character?
Paul: (suspensefully) My character is the strongest cleric in the land…
Tommy: (Raises hand) Ooh! What’s a cleric?
Mitchel: A cleric is basically a spell caster.
Tommy: (nodding) Oh, I get it now, that makes sense.
Paul: Alright, my character is the strongest character in the land. The Almighty, LORD RAMYEON!
Isa: (deadpan) Ramyeon? Really?
Paul: (nods) Yes, I know it’s an amazing name. Besides, I was hungry. Alright, Mitch you’re up next!
Mitchel: My character is going to put all of yours to shame. He’s a warlock. (looks at Tommy who has his hand raised) A warlock gets magic from a patron. His name is… Mitchel Evergardengrass the Almighty.
Isa: No offense but you might want to your ego, Mitch.
Mitchelpretend offense) Come on, Isa! You named yours Isa! Don’t act like you’re any better than me.
Isa: But you named yours Mitchel the Almighty. I didn’t add a title for mine.
Mitch: Fair, fair.
Jack: (rolls eyes) Okay, great, now I’m the dungeon master. Are you guys ready to play?
Tommy: Wait! (throws hand up) I need to go to the bathroom!
Paul: Quickly, go!
Tommy: (runs out of room)


Tommy: (runs back to the living room, skids to a stop) Alright! I’m ready!
Jack: (smiling) Okay, now are we all ready to play?

Jack: Alright, then let the ultimate Dungeons and Dragons game commence!

Speech-
For all the authors out there, I have a question. Have you realized that all the books are starting to seem the same? I haven’t found a completely new book in a while. That’s not to say that all books are copies of each other or that the books that are copies of each other are necessarily bad. I’m just saying that nowadays, all the books are really similar– especially YA fantasy. I have NOTHING against YA fantasy, I LOVE YA fantasy, but they are all pretty much the same. They all have a love triangle, some mythical power thingy, and the main character is different from the others. She’s the ’special one’ or something. Oh, and the main love interest is a hot smirking boy. Face it.
Of course, Fantasy’s not the only problem. Romance is a problem too. They are either super weird and kinky or all identical. And the tropes… The tropes! People just use tropes and they don’t bother to make them their own. I once read two friends-to-lovers books and they both followed this basic formula. Childhood friends – Start having feelings for each other – Deny those feelings – Each gets their own bf/gf – Break up with the bf/gf and get together. The friends-to-lovers have SO MUCH POTENTIAL. But authors don't grab hold of that potential. Same with enemies to lovers and coworkers to lovers. You need to make the tropes your own, or just do off with the common tropes! There are some really good lesser known tropes that you could use. Also, what is up with short girl/tall guy. Can’t we have some variation? Like maybe they’re the same height or the girl is taller? Also, can we have maybe an actually humble guy and not some really cocky ? DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE KAI, KAZ, JAMESON, ETC. But we really need more humble men. Another thing is the strong, baddie female lead. Again, I love a strong woman lead, I truly do. But can’t we have some quirky characters too? Another thing that gets on my nerves in fantasy novels when the whole plot becomes about romance. Unless it’s a romance novel, try to make sure the mix is balanced!
A book that was great with this was The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes – literally the balance was perfect.
My final verdict is to start making books your own. Don’t succumb to tropes–change the tropes. I truly hope this helps your writing in the future.