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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
moss's first weekly!!!! 1310 words overall (including notes)
Poetry - 163 words (I have no idea how poems work…I thought using a specific form would make it easier but pantoums are CONFUSING omg. Idk if this makes any sense)
You close the door softly behind you.
The night is quiet, aglow with streetlights,
You unzip your backpack, one final review:
Water bottle, phone charger, protein bars (three types)
The night is quiet, aglow with streetlights,
No one notices you leave; and your pack weighs heavy:
Water bottle, phone charger, protein bars (three types)
You turn the corner, and the bus is there already.
No one notices you coming; and your pack weighs heavy.
You squeeze your eyes shut, take a step back.
You turn the corner, and the bus is gone already.
The fears within you grow, clamoring for release, about to crack.
You squeeze your eyes shut, take a step back,
Heading back home, towards the streetlight's warm glow.
The fears within you grow, clamoring for release—and you crack.
Insecurity, guilt, exhaustion overflow.
Heading back home, towards the streetlight's warm glow.
You unzip your backpack, one final review:
Insecurity, guilt, exhaustion overflow.
And you close the door softly behind you.
Songwriting - 223 words (I also have no idea how songs work! This is from the perspective of one of my characters from the novel I wrote last year (Crest) reflecting on his time with the main character (Jasper). Also I snuck in a couple of Alba's flowers!)
Verse 1
My roots run deep beneath this place,
Under rivers and meadows and lakes.
It's been so long since something new
Caused these leaves to shake.
Chorus
But I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath bluebell skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it and leave my fears behind.
Verse 2
Crushed leaves under our feet as we ran,
The paths I’ve known so well.
Wish I knew if I could trust you,
But I could never tell.
Chorus
I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath periwinkle skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it and leave my grief behind.
Bridge
You’re what I never wanted
But I can't tell
You're what I never wanted
But now I can't pull up these roots
Chorus
I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath violet skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it, but I couldn’t leave my love behind.
Chorus
I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath asphodel skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it, but I couldn’t leave it all behind.
Oh, I couldn't leave it all behind.
Scriptwriting - 361 words (yay gregrex! I wrote this at 2am yesterday yay…)
SCENE #1
INT: A large, fancy ballroom with equally fancily dressed people. An enormous chandelier hangs above, and there is an empty stage at the far side of the room.
T-REX (A literal t-rex. He is approximately seven feet tall, with bright green scales and a rather long tongue.)
(panting as he bursts into the ballroom)
Wait! Has the ceremony started yet?
NEIL (A boy about eight years old; one of very few children in the room.)
Mommy, look! It's a dinosaur!
NEIL'S MOTHER (An older woman, wearing a very fancy dress and holding a cup of Scratch-appropriate grape juice. She is facing away from both NEIL and T-REX.)
Shut up, Neil.
T-REX
(He navigates through the crowd, getting many strange looks from partygoers.)
Sorry! Excuse me, everyone! Sorry.
ABIGAIL (A short woman, standing next to the curtains leading backstage and holding a clipboard.)
I'm very busy, the ceremony's just about to start. Can it wait?
T-REX
(He bounces up and down nervously on his short legs.)
Is a Greg LeStrade still on your list?
ABIGAIL
(Clearly annoyed, she searches through her clipboard papers.)
Greg LeStrade……Yes.
T-REX
And who is he matched with?
ABIGAIL
Cecilia Hunter.
T-REX
CECILIA?
(He roars, shoves the curtain aside with one tiny t-rex arm, and sprints backstage at top speed.)
SCENE #2
INT: Backstage. It is relatively clean, and none of the humans participating in the ceremony are within sight. Sevral passages lead out onto the stage, and there is a large podium with a panel of buttons at the center of the space.
ANOUNCER (A dramatic but cheerful voice coming from the overhead speakers.)
Welcome, one and all, to the forty-second annual matchmaking event. Ever since the world of the dinosaurs became intertwined with our own, this ceremony has served as a reminder of the beauty of love between humans–for those who need it most.
T-REX
(He paces back and forth, mumbling to himself.)
Oh, Greg, where could you be?
ANNOUNCER
Annddd first up, to perform a romantic dance, is one of our favorite matches of the year. They are just perfect together! I am proud to present Cecilia Hunter and Greg LeStrade!
Speech - 457 words (This is the longest part but it took the least time to write!)
Imagine a delicious, flakey croissant; an enormous breakfast burrito; or a plate of dumplings. Ever since I was young, I haven’t been able to eat any of these foods—at least not in the traditional way.
When I was six, my family began eating gluten free. We cut out any and all foods that contained wheat, rice, and barley, aiming to improve my mom’s eczema and the rashes I used to get on my face.
For me, though, the problem isn’t the allergy itself, but the culture surrounding it. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been asked if rice had gluten, or given strange looks when I can’t participate in a group meal due to my allergy. Though I’m not the only person who experiences this by far, eating gluten free, as with having any sort of allergy, can often make me feel isolated or misunderstood.
According to a study discussed in Northwest Medicine, at least seven percent of the world’s population has some gluten intolerance—that’s more than one in twenty people! But due to the structural issues surrounding these allergies, like the relative lack of safe restaurant options and the widespread unawareness of what allergies actually mean, so many people are prevented from eating the foods that are best for them and their bodies.
One of the major parts of being gluten free is cross contamination, which is essentially dropping crumbs of something with gluten into something without. For example, if you go to an ice cream shop and ask for a flavor that seems to be gluten free, but it’s scooped with a utensil that was also used to scoop gluten flavors, it’s no longer safe for people with allergies to eat.
And the issue is, people who work in restaurants don’t always know that this is an issue, even if you specifically mention your allergy to them—sometimes they aren’t even sure what allergens the dishes they serve contain. This is by no means the fault of these workers, but it makes clear that proper training regarding allergy safety is needed.
According to the Asthma and Allergy Foundation in October 2025, California is soon to become the first state in the nation to require restaurants to disclose whether their dishes include any of the top nine allergens, including wheat. While this is certainly a step in the right direction, the law will only apply to restaurants with more than twenty locations, and it of course doesn’t indicate any potential cross-contamination. To families like mine that live with allergies, this law has been something to celebrate, but it’s also made it even more clear that we have a long way to go to ensure that everyone can eat out safely and comfortably.
Poetry - 163 words (I have no idea how poems work…I thought using a specific form would make it easier but pantoums are CONFUSING omg. Idk if this makes any sense)
You close the door softly behind you.
The night is quiet, aglow with streetlights,
You unzip your backpack, one final review:
Water bottle, phone charger, protein bars (three types)
The night is quiet, aglow with streetlights,
No one notices you leave; and your pack weighs heavy:
Water bottle, phone charger, protein bars (three types)
You turn the corner, and the bus is there already.
No one notices you coming; and your pack weighs heavy.
You squeeze your eyes shut, take a step back.
You turn the corner, and the bus is gone already.
The fears within you grow, clamoring for release, about to crack.
You squeeze your eyes shut, take a step back,
Heading back home, towards the streetlight's warm glow.
The fears within you grow, clamoring for release—and you crack.
Insecurity, guilt, exhaustion overflow.
Heading back home, towards the streetlight's warm glow.
You unzip your backpack, one final review:
Insecurity, guilt, exhaustion overflow.
And you close the door softly behind you.
Songwriting - 223 words (I also have no idea how songs work! This is from the perspective of one of my characters from the novel I wrote last year (Crest) reflecting on his time with the main character (Jasper). Also I snuck in a couple of Alba's flowers!)
Verse 1
My roots run deep beneath this place,
Under rivers and meadows and lakes.
It's been so long since something new
Caused these leaves to shake.
Chorus
But I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath bluebell skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it and leave my fears behind.
Verse 2
Crushed leaves under our feet as we ran,
The paths I’ve known so well.
Wish I knew if I could trust you,
But I could never tell.
Chorus
I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath periwinkle skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it and leave my grief behind.
Bridge
You’re what I never wanted
But I can't tell
You're what I never wanted
But now I can't pull up these roots
Chorus
I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath violet skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it, but I couldn’t leave my love behind.
Chorus
I could feel it in my roots when you arrived,
Soft footsteps ‘neath asphodel skies
You told me all about you, and I tried
To believe it, but I couldn’t leave it all behind.
Oh, I couldn't leave it all behind.
Scriptwriting - 361 words (yay gregrex! I wrote this at 2am yesterday yay…)
SCENE #1
INT: A large, fancy ballroom with equally fancily dressed people. An enormous chandelier hangs above, and there is an empty stage at the far side of the room.
T-REX (A literal t-rex. He is approximately seven feet tall, with bright green scales and a rather long tongue.)
(panting as he bursts into the ballroom)
Wait! Has the ceremony started yet?
NEIL (A boy about eight years old; one of very few children in the room.)
Mommy, look! It's a dinosaur!
NEIL'S MOTHER (An older woman, wearing a very fancy dress and holding a cup of Scratch-appropriate grape juice. She is facing away from both NEIL and T-REX.)
Shut up, Neil.
T-REX
(He navigates through the crowd, getting many strange looks from partygoers.)
Sorry! Excuse me, everyone! Sorry.
ABIGAIL (A short woman, standing next to the curtains leading backstage and holding a clipboard.)
I'm very busy, the ceremony's just about to start. Can it wait?
T-REX
(He bounces up and down nervously on his short legs.)
Is a Greg LeStrade still on your list?
ABIGAIL
(Clearly annoyed, she searches through her clipboard papers.)
Greg LeStrade……Yes.
T-REX
And who is he matched with?
ABIGAIL
Cecilia Hunter.
T-REX
CECILIA?
(He roars, shoves the curtain aside with one tiny t-rex arm, and sprints backstage at top speed.)
SCENE #2
INT: Backstage. It is relatively clean, and none of the humans participating in the ceremony are within sight. Sevral passages lead out onto the stage, and there is a large podium with a panel of buttons at the center of the space.
ANOUNCER (A dramatic but cheerful voice coming from the overhead speakers.)
Welcome, one and all, to the forty-second annual matchmaking event. Ever since the world of the dinosaurs became intertwined with our own, this ceremony has served as a reminder of the beauty of love between humans–for those who need it most.
T-REX
(He paces back and forth, mumbling to himself.)
Oh, Greg, where could you be?
ANNOUNCER
Annddd first up, to perform a romantic dance, is one of our favorite matches of the year. They are just perfect together! I am proud to present Cecilia Hunter and Greg LeStrade!
Speech - 457 words (This is the longest part but it took the least time to write!)
Imagine a delicious, flakey croissant; an enormous breakfast burrito; or a plate of dumplings. Ever since I was young, I haven’t been able to eat any of these foods—at least not in the traditional way.
When I was six, my family began eating gluten free. We cut out any and all foods that contained wheat, rice, and barley, aiming to improve my mom’s eczema and the rashes I used to get on my face.
For me, though, the problem isn’t the allergy itself, but the culture surrounding it. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been asked if rice had gluten, or given strange looks when I can’t participate in a group meal due to my allergy. Though I’m not the only person who experiences this by far, eating gluten free, as with having any sort of allergy, can often make me feel isolated or misunderstood.
According to a study discussed in Northwest Medicine, at least seven percent of the world’s population has some gluten intolerance—that’s more than one in twenty people! But due to the structural issues surrounding these allergies, like the relative lack of safe restaurant options and the widespread unawareness of what allergies actually mean, so many people are prevented from eating the foods that are best for them and their bodies.
One of the major parts of being gluten free is cross contamination, which is essentially dropping crumbs of something with gluten into something without. For example, if you go to an ice cream shop and ask for a flavor that seems to be gluten free, but it’s scooped with a utensil that was also used to scoop gluten flavors, it’s no longer safe for people with allergies to eat.
And the issue is, people who work in restaurants don’t always know that this is an issue, even if you specifically mention your allergy to them—sometimes they aren’t even sure what allergens the dishes they serve contain. This is by no means the fault of these workers, but it makes clear that proper training regarding allergy safety is needed.
According to the Asthma and Allergy Foundation in October 2025, California is soon to become the first state in the nation to require restaurants to disclose whether their dishes include any of the top nine allergens, including wheat. While this is certainly a step in the right direction, the law will only apply to restaurants with more than twenty locations, and it of course doesn’t indicate any potential cross-contamination. To families like mine that live with allergies, this law has been something to celebrate, but it’s also made it even more clear that we have a long way to go to ensure that everyone can eat out safely and comfortably.
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
weekly 01 - 1124/1000 words
part one: 135/100 words of poetry
sun shines down on us,
warmth flooding every inch of me.
trees blow in the light breeze
their shadows dancing beneath.
happy children shriek and play
running and laughing on the playground for hours.
the hot weather turns crisp,
leaves shifting from green
to hues of orange and red and yellow.
pumpkin drinks and flavors of all kinds
make their way out of hiding.
soon wind blows in heavy, sharp gusts,
cold rain pours from the sky
and the sun provides less heat than it did before.
hot chocolate replaces pumpkin drinks,
the toasty liquid topped with candy canes and marshmallows.
snow melts away and flowers pop up from soil,
growing and blooming as they once did so many months ago.
smiles appear on the faces of many
as the cold begins to warm again.
part two: 252/200 words of songwriting
a long first half of the day hits me hard
as i walk through my front door after being gone all morning.
i look as the clock strikes 12pm and can't help
as my gaze darts to the freezer.
i tell myself, “i probably shouldn't.”
but when has that ever stopped me in the past?
warm and crisp and with the perfect condiments.
easy to make and quick to bake and enjoyed by all except for the fake.
superior to every food you could possibly imagine,
dinosaur chicken nuggets are my personal slice of heaven!!
14 minutes at 400 degrees
sitting in the air fryer while i wait with glee.
my parents laugh as they roll their eyes at me
so i give them a smile and continue sitting patiently.
the bottle of ketchup calls me from inside of the fridge
as the timer on the air fryer ticks down the seconds.
i ready a paper plate with ketchup on the side,
debating if today is a chocolate milk kind of vibe.
warm and crisp and with the perfect condiments.
easy to make and quick to bake and enjoyed by all except for the fake.
superior to every food you could possibly imagine,
dinosaur chicken nuggets are my personal slice of heaven!!
warm and crisp and with the perfect condiments.
easy to make and quick to bake and enjoyed by all except for the fake.
superior to every food you could possibly imagine,
dinosaur chicken nuggets are my personal slice of heaven!!
part three: 321/300 words of scripwriting
ALLISON (nervously leaves her house for the first time ater moving to a new town)
ELLIOT (smiling)
hey there, neighbor! you're new here, aren't you? don't you worry, we're a fine ol' bunch here on maple street. you seem like you'll fit right in.
ALLISON (nods)
uh, thanks! yeah i just moved in two days ago, figured it's time to go grocery shopping after unpacking everything and eating the remainder of my snacks and microwave meals. (laughs)
ELLIOT (laughs)
yes, sounds like your fridge needs a restock! have a good day, ms … what's your name?
ALLISON
i'm allison, thank you! have yourself a nice day as well.
ELLIOT
allison, well that's great! nice to meet you. (extends hand)
ALLISON (shakes ELLIOT's hand)
nice to meet you too! i bet i'll be seeing you around here plenty.
ELLIOT
as do i!
(three days later, in the town's grocery store)
ALLISON (quickly scanning the aisles for an item)
ELLIOT (walks by, then stops at the sight of ALLISON)
well, how do you do, allison?
ALLISON (turns to face him)
oh, hey there! i'm good, just picking up a few things for dinner. i thought i grabbed everything i needed for the week on tuesday but i guess not (laughs)
ELLIOT (smiling)
seems to happen to the best of us! what are you cooking up for dinner tonight?
ALLISON
oh, just some spaghetti and meatballs. i just refuse to eat it without some garlic bread!
ELLIOT
that's valid actually, i love me some good garlic bread with spaghetti. i'm also grabbing stuff for dinner, though they don't seem to have my usual choice of hamburger buns in stock tonight.
ALLISON (pauses)
well, uh, if they don't have what you are looking for, what about coming over the my place for dinner?
ELLIOT (thinking)
sure! that sounds wonderful. what time would you like me to come over?
ALLISON
6 works great, see you there!
part four: 416/400 words of speech writing
the art of waking up in the morning is something that is extremely difficult for nearly everyone, but there are some simple ways to help you master getting up on time. firstly, if you’re not already using an alarm of some kind to wake you up at a specific time, do that! it also helps if you move your alarm (whether it’s your phone or an actual clock) across the room, so you’re forced to get out of bed to turn it off. since you’ve stood up to turn your alarm off, you’re up at the time you wanted to be. (just don’t go lay back in bed under your cozy blankets or fall asleep on the floor!) another strategy to help you get up in time is immediately splashing water on your face or brushing your teeth when you get up. this makes you more alert, and who wants to do back to sleep with a cold, wet, face or freshly cleaned teeth? if you don’t like getting wet or immediately standing after your alarm in the morning, give yourself something to motivate you to get up! maybe if you’re awake and moving around by 6am, you get a ride to school from a parent or friend instead of having to walk. or perhaps an extra pop tart in the morning, or another snack later in the day! there are several different ways to help get up in the morning, but my personal favorite is far different from all of these (and probably not the most beneficial, but i enjoy it ;D). set your alarm an hour or more before you’re supposed to get up, that way when it goes off, you can snooze for about as long as you want without being late! on school days, i don’t have to get up until about 6 or 7 in the morning, but i have my alarm set for 5am so i can slip back into my dreams under warms blankets for another hour and a half if i really wanted to :0 overall, if you struggle with getting up on time in the mornings, try one of these strategies! you may have to try multiple to find out what works best for you, and that’s perfectly fine! any of them are better than running late every morning because you enjoy sleeping in. enjoy your early mornings (and perhaps going to bed before midnight will help with this too? im looking at literally every swcer)!
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
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Report File 01, Part 01 - Character Bios
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Makayla Willow Zhengci Brunstetter (Makayla Willow Zhengci Zhang)
Makayla (she/her) is a 29-year-old Assistant District Attorney (criminal public prosecutor). She’s quite fiery and determined to bring anyone who has done something against the law to justice. Especially if it’s against children. She’s known to work incredibly hard, pull long nights, and basically sometimes forget to take care of herself. However, she is incredibly caring despite this and is also empathetic and understanding of the position from both sides. She tends to offer more plea bargains than any other lawyer, but is also not that lenient. In court, she’s an incredibly good debater and can easily find the holes in someone else’s argument.
When she’s not at work, Makayla is still thinking about her cases. She tends to spend long hours thinking about what’s best for the victims and somewhat naively believes in the justice system and will stop at nothing to get that for any case she’s involved in.
Makayla has long black hair that’s cut into layers. It’s not a wolf cut, it’s way more professional. (I WILL GET MAD IF YOU DESCRIBE HER HAVING A WOLF CUT. SHE IS A LAWYER. SHE IS MORE PUT TOGETHER THAN THAT.) She also has brown eyes. In terms of her ethnicity, she’s half-Chinese (White-Asian) - her mother is German and her dad is Chinese. She wears typical professional business attire to work, but she despises tights and high heels so you will normally find her in dress trousers and flats. She has a variety of shirts she likes to wear and a grey blazer.
She is known professionally and legally as Makayla Willow Zhengci Brunstetter, but at home she’s called Zhang Zhengci. She changed her name after she left law school so she could be taken more seriously.
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Rachel Torres
Rachel (she/her) is a 32-year-old Social Worker. She mainly works with vulnerable children and their families, as well as children who have come from less than ideal home situations. Rachel knows her boundaries, and has good self-care routines. Rachel tends to wear more relaxed clothing, and it usually consists of a shirt, jumper or fleece, and jeans.
Rachel has an absolute soft spot for children. She would not be anywhere without her love for children. Rachel used to be part of a foster family herself, which made her extremely empathetic to other people’s situations, and was what caused her to decide to go into social work. Rachel has a way with children, being able to comfort them and get them to open up. Rachel does tend to fall into the trap of caring too much.
Rachel is white, with blonde hair and green eyes. She can often be seen holding a folder with all her case information and paperwork. Rachel is very organised. Although, not quite a neat-freak. But organised, nonetheless!
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Renée Johanssen
Renée Johanssen (she/her) is your local slightly insane 32-year-old mother of a toddler. She works as a critical care/intensive care paramedic and enjoys her job a lot. She has curly ginger hair that she likes to braid or put in a ponytail. She also has green eyes (I think I gave her green eyes-) and when off-duty, she can be seen wearing a variety of shirts, t-shirts, jeans, jumpers, trousers… her wardrobe is a bit of a mess. She’s married to Robert, who works as a who-knows-what, I haven't figured this bit out yet, and has one daughter, 3-year-old Alison “Ally” Johanssen.
Renée absolutely loves to be helpful to anyone and everyone and usually overworks herself (and has accidentally pulled a few all-nighters in the lead-up to her work partner’s, Illariya, wedding to help her plan.) but she is very organised. We love Renée’s colour coded organised folders. Renée takes in foster children, but she hasn’t had one for a couple of years due to Ally’s birth. They’re waiting until Ally is a bit older to start taking in foster children again. Also, Renée makes the mistake of caring too much. So there you go. She also likes to plan. We love Renée’s ability to plan.
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Lauren Han
Lauren (she/her) is an 18-year-old sixth form student currently with no idea what to do with her life. All she knows is that she absolutely hates working at the family restaurant and wants to work a job with long hours to escape the responsibility. Lauren is basically So Done with everything.
Lauren is your classic annoyed teenage girl. She has absolutely No Idea what she wants to do in life. She’s so done working in customer service at the family restaurant and at this point she’s just doing it to placate her mother. (She gets paid for it, but still, she’s absolutely done with customer service.) When she’s not sulking at the fact she has to work at the restaurant, Lauren can usually be found studying.
Lauren’s also really nice, she cares a lot for her cousin Mira and tends to joke with her a lot. But she’s normally seen as serious and done with everything.
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Alaina Zhan
Alaina (she/her), my beloved character who I like Traumatising Too Much! Anyways, Alaina is a 24-year-old paramedic and her brother, Alfie, is a nurse. She really enjoys helping people and loves her job. She’s extremely confident in her role, and also has the issue of caring too deeply. She loves her brother to bits.
Alaina is really good at staying calm under pressure, but beneath that, her brain is running through a million possibilities, from disasters to the best outcomes. She likes to work on the fly and is good at improvising plans.
Alaina’s also terrible at organisation, but she scrapes by. She banters a lot with Alfie and is always there to comfort him.
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Alfie Zhan
Alfie (he/him) is a 22-year-old Registered Nurse, the younger brother of Alaina. He enjoys helping people and his biggest inspiration is Alaina. He has absolutely no idea how he ended up in the A&E (Emergency) department of the hospital, but here he is. Alfie is really sweet and caring and he loves his job. He is not the most organised, but his life is pulled together well enough.
He often finds himself playing older sibling to Alaina, and he’s also a really good cook and does a lot of cooking in his shared flat with Alaina. Oh, and also he’s engaged to another nurse. He banters a lot with Alaina.
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Scratcher
87 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Weekly: Nov 3rd - Nov 9th (1446 words)
Wow this is the first weekly I've finished in a while
Part 1:
The Dream - 112 words
Deep in thou night
She sleeps under thou stars
Tossing and turning
As enveloped in her skull
She sleeps under thou stars
Images flash and flit
A sunny picnic
A lush forest
Images flash and fly
A hand reaches through
And grasps her shy
‘Tho nothing is felt
A hand reaches through
And holds her own
Tho’ nothing is felt
She felt her heart
Her heart grabs her mind
And sorrow spreads hither
She tosses and turns
As reminiscence flows
Then peace spreads hither
For new thoughts approach
A new life following demise
A recreation of love
For a new life approaches
One with past pain
And future pleasure
And she awakes.
Part 2:
Yet Sometimes - 538 words
{warning: some mental health themes}
Verse 1:
I watch you hurt
And so I'll comfort you
I watch you burn
And so I’ll extinguish you
You want to leave this world
And so I’ll hold in place
You want to sleep in peace
And so I’ll keep you awake
Yet sometimes
Pre-chorus:
I start to feel it weighing down on me
Every comforting word pulling out my teeth
And I know if I stop then you’ll drop to the floor
And it will all be my fault so I just endure
Yet sometimes
Chorus:
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
And maybe one day you’ll feel well to move on
And then I can rebuild myself from the dawn
Verse 2:
I’ll feel the hurt
Yet I’ll comfort you
I’m covered with burns
Yet I’ll extinguish you
I know you will drift far away
So even though I wanna escape the fray
I hold you and pray that one day
You’ll find your peace whether next year or today
Yet sometimes
Pre-chorus:
I start to feel it weighing down on me
Every comforting word pulling out my teeth
And I know if I stop then you’ll drop to the floor
And it will all be my fault so I just endure
Yet sometimes
Chorus:
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
And maybe one day you’ll feel well to move on
And then I can rebuild myself from the dawn
Bridge:
Is it selfish to ache?
Is it greedy to be free?
Shall I sit here and hurt
‘Cuz who else should it be
No I can’t let you go
No I’ll won’t let me go free
And I know that inside
Yet sometimes
Chorus:
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
Yet sometimes
Chorus (repeat):
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
And maybe one day you’ll feel well to move on
And then I can rebuild myself from the dawn
Part 3:
The Orphan’s Soliloquy - 400 words
INT. TOWN
A small town filled with overlapping people. A small child crouches in an alleyway, no company in sight. Zoom in on child
ORPHAN
(mournfully)
Ah, here I am, but a poor orphan having been abandoned by this world. This absurdly unjust travesty paints a picture of my life till now.
SCENE CHANGE - SMALL COTTAGE
A happy family plays in the picturesque meadow surrounding their cottage.
BROTHER #1
(cheerfully)
What a nice day it is! I can’t imagine having a trouble in the world
ORPHAN (OFFSTAGE NARRATOR)
(sadly)
But alas, this happiness simply could not last. For just a moment la-
SCENE CHANGE - BACK TO TOWN
COAL MINER #1
(gruffly, heavy accent)
Oi, boy! What ‘ya doing lying around like a lump!
COAL MINER #2
(gruffly, heavy accent)
You got some meat on ya! Com’ join us down in th’ mines. Ay, not easy work, but an’ ‘onest livin’ at that!
ORPHAN
(awkwardly)
Er, no thanks. I don’t like getting dirty
GROUP OF COAL MINERS
(laughing raucously)
‘Aight boy! Enjoy your little soliloquy!
SCENE CHANGE - COTTAGE
ORPHAN (OFFSTAGE NARRATOR)
(regaining composure)
Ahem, well where was I… Ah yes! For just a moment later, a huge wave swept through and separated our whole family!
SCENE - Huge wave pushes family away, orphan is pushed to the wilderness
ORPHAN (OFFSTAGE NARRATOR)
(dramatically)
There I was! Stranded in the wilderness, not a soul in sight. Without any help, I trekked to the nearest town. Not a soul offered their help, I was completely on my ow-
SCENE CHANGE - TOWN
MISSUS #1
(concerned)
Tsk, what is this! A poor orphan all on their own! We might as well take the penniless thing in! The stree
MISSUS #2
(sympathetic)
Hm, we can take ‘em home and put some meat on ‘is bones, I s’pose.
ORPHAN
(a bit irritated)
No thanks! I’m quite fine here on my own! Please continue about your day/
GROUP OF MISSUS
(offended)
Humph! Very well you insolent child. Continue on with your little soliloquy.
NARRATOR (NOT ORPHAN)
(theatrically)
And so the orphan did, ignoring all the do-gooders. Drowning in his own melancholy, as chance after chance passed him by. And such he spent his final days, ‘fore a sheriff picked him up and whisked him away. There he spent his time grumbling at this fate. With 3 hot meals and a roof over his head, he lamented in this horrible stead.
Part 4:
Together - 372 words
Imagine this - you are the holder of 8.2 BILLION people, all relying on you for your resources, their food, water, and the very air you breathe, all of which you give selflessly. Then one day, they start taking a bit too much. (You see where I’m going with this?) They start filling everything with their waste, waste that literally takes millions of years to decompose. They release gasses that not only harm themselves, but destroy the atmosphere. They let in heat that cannot be released, and you start to literally bake inside of your own body.
This is quite exactly what is happening to the earth right now. And I’m sure you’ve already heard this story a billion times, so who cares, you know? Like really, what I do literally has no effect, whether I help or hurt. Some people follow the policy of “It’s already there, so why shouldn’t I use it?” And the people who make these kinds of excuses are far worse than those who are oblivious to the hurt of our earth. You, all of you could be doing the smallest thing to help the earth, but you choose to stand aside and watch it burn.
Hm, where else have we seen this theme? How about Joan of Arc, who was burned at the stake with no proper trial, and only herself to defend? Or maybe during the Holocaust, where most Germans sat and watched as innocent people were butchered and killed. In all of these occurrences, there were a select few who tried to help, but imagine how much more efficient it would have been if everyone stepped in.
A common turn of phrase is to put yourself in other people’s shoes. So do that. Put yourself in earth’s shoes and think about what is happening. The fossil fuels from your very car, the plastic from that bag of chips you’re eating, even the very air you breathe is limited. Everything has a stopping point, and we are dangerously close to earth’s.
So don’t just sit there and watch. Do something. Eat less meat, make your own snacks, even just make other people aware. Because if all of us stand together, we can make a difference.
Wow this is the first weekly I've finished in a while
Part 1:
The Dream - 112 words
Deep in thou night
She sleeps under thou stars
Tossing and turning
As enveloped in her skull
She sleeps under thou stars
Images flash and flit
A sunny picnic
A lush forest
Images flash and fly
A hand reaches through
And grasps her shy
‘Tho nothing is felt
A hand reaches through
And holds her own
Tho’ nothing is felt
She felt her heart
Her heart grabs her mind
And sorrow spreads hither
She tosses and turns
As reminiscence flows
Then peace spreads hither
For new thoughts approach
A new life following demise
A recreation of love
For a new life approaches
One with past pain
And future pleasure
And she awakes.
Part 2:
Yet Sometimes - 538 words
{warning: some mental health themes}
Verse 1:
I watch you hurt
And so I'll comfort you
I watch you burn
And so I’ll extinguish you
You want to leave this world
And so I’ll hold in place
You want to sleep in peace
And so I’ll keep you awake
Yet sometimes
Pre-chorus:
I start to feel it weighing down on me
Every comforting word pulling out my teeth
And I know if I stop then you’ll drop to the floor
And it will all be my fault so I just endure
Yet sometimes
Chorus:
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
And maybe one day you’ll feel well to move on
And then I can rebuild myself from the dawn
Verse 2:
I’ll feel the hurt
Yet I’ll comfort you
I’m covered with burns
Yet I’ll extinguish you
I know you will drift far away
So even though I wanna escape the fray
I hold you and pray that one day
You’ll find your peace whether next year or today
Yet sometimes
Pre-chorus:
I start to feel it weighing down on me
Every comforting word pulling out my teeth
And I know if I stop then you’ll drop to the floor
And it will all be my fault so I just endure
Yet sometimes
Chorus:
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
And maybe one day you’ll feel well to move on
And then I can rebuild myself from the dawn
Bridge:
Is it selfish to ache?
Is it greedy to be free?
Shall I sit here and hurt
‘Cuz who else should it be
No I can’t let you go
No I’ll won’t let me go free
And I know that inside
Yet sometimes
Chorus:
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
Yet sometimes
Chorus (repeat):
I wonder if I could just break free for one day
Don’t ask you how you are if you are okay
But even if I try just for one quick test
I’ll feel you drifting away just like the rest
And I love you and I do not want you to leave
So I’ll hold you here even if I cannot breathe
And maybe one day you’ll feel well to move on
And then I can rebuild myself from the dawn
Part 3:
The Orphan’s Soliloquy - 400 words
INT. TOWN
A small town filled with overlapping people. A small child crouches in an alleyway, no company in sight. Zoom in on child
ORPHAN
(mournfully)
Ah, here I am, but a poor orphan having been abandoned by this world. This absurdly unjust travesty paints a picture of my life till now.
SCENE CHANGE - SMALL COTTAGE
A happy family plays in the picturesque meadow surrounding their cottage.
BROTHER #1
(cheerfully)
What a nice day it is! I can’t imagine having a trouble in the world
ORPHAN (OFFSTAGE NARRATOR)
(sadly)
But alas, this happiness simply could not last. For just a moment la-
SCENE CHANGE - BACK TO TOWN
COAL MINER #1
(gruffly, heavy accent)
Oi, boy! What ‘ya doing lying around like a lump!
COAL MINER #2
(gruffly, heavy accent)
You got some meat on ya! Com’ join us down in th’ mines. Ay, not easy work, but an’ ‘onest livin’ at that!
ORPHAN
(awkwardly)
Er, no thanks. I don’t like getting dirty
GROUP OF COAL MINERS
(laughing raucously)
‘Aight boy! Enjoy your little soliloquy!
SCENE CHANGE - COTTAGE
ORPHAN (OFFSTAGE NARRATOR)
(regaining composure)
Ahem, well where was I… Ah yes! For just a moment later, a huge wave swept through and separated our whole family!
SCENE - Huge wave pushes family away, orphan is pushed to the wilderness
ORPHAN (OFFSTAGE NARRATOR)
(dramatically)
There I was! Stranded in the wilderness, not a soul in sight. Without any help, I trekked to the nearest town. Not a soul offered their help, I was completely on my ow-
SCENE CHANGE - TOWN
MISSUS #1
(concerned)
Tsk, what is this! A poor orphan all on their own! We might as well take the penniless thing in! The stree
MISSUS #2
(sympathetic)
Hm, we can take ‘em home and put some meat on ‘is bones, I s’pose.
ORPHAN
(a bit irritated)
No thanks! I’m quite fine here on my own! Please continue about your day/
GROUP OF MISSUS
(offended)
Humph! Very well you insolent child. Continue on with your little soliloquy.
NARRATOR (NOT ORPHAN)
(theatrically)
And so the orphan did, ignoring all the do-gooders. Drowning in his own melancholy, as chance after chance passed him by. And such he spent his final days, ‘fore a sheriff picked him up and whisked him away. There he spent his time grumbling at this fate. With 3 hot meals and a roof over his head, he lamented in this horrible stead.
Part 4:
Together - 372 words
Imagine this - you are the holder of 8.2 BILLION people, all relying on you for your resources, their food, water, and the very air you breathe, all of which you give selflessly. Then one day, they start taking a bit too much. (You see where I’m going with this?) They start filling everything with their waste, waste that literally takes millions of years to decompose. They release gasses that not only harm themselves, but destroy the atmosphere. They let in heat that cannot be released, and you start to literally bake inside of your own body.
This is quite exactly what is happening to the earth right now. And I’m sure you’ve already heard this story a billion times, so who cares, you know? Like really, what I do literally has no effect, whether I help or hurt. Some people follow the policy of “It’s already there, so why shouldn’t I use it?” And the people who make these kinds of excuses are far worse than those who are oblivious to the hurt of our earth. You, all of you could be doing the smallest thing to help the earth, but you choose to stand aside and watch it burn.
Hm, where else have we seen this theme? How about Joan of Arc, who was burned at the stake with no proper trial, and only herself to defend? Or maybe during the Holocaust, where most Germans sat and watched as innocent people were butchered and killed. In all of these occurrences, there were a select few who tried to help, but imagine how much more efficient it would have been if everyone stepped in.
A common turn of phrase is to put yourself in other people’s shoes. So do that. Put yourself in earth’s shoes and think about what is happening. The fossil fuels from your very car, the plastic from that bag of chips you’re eating, even the very air you breathe is limited. Everything has a stopping point, and we are dangerously close to earth’s.
So don’t just sit there and watch. Do something. Eat less meat, make your own snacks, even just make other people aware. Because if all of us stand together, we can make a difference.
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
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Debrief 02 - Gigi
Critique Partner: Gigi
Critique Partner’s piece: Scene from Beetlebug
Words: 326 words
Points: 0 points
Critique Partner: Gigi
Critique Partner’s piece: Scene from Beetlebug
Words: 326 words
Points: 0 points
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Yay thanks for letting me critique Beetlebug Gigi! I had to Go Be Productive and do my maths homework so this is probably going to be more general commentary than anything else and so will end up short (and I’ve already claimed points already so… whoops…) anyways!
I really like how this scene begins, with Ester and Kyron sitting at a bush shelter. It feels like we’re being led into two people’s lives, and it feels kind of mundane. Which is good, because they’re at a bus shelter, and I think it’s raining. (The image in my head is that it’s raining but okay-)
The conversation here is great. I like how we’re not told much about the backstory of these two people, and it just starts on a random mundane (probably) Tuesday morning at a (probably) raining bus shelter in London. I like this. (I am literally imagining them sitting under a big red bus shelter. This is good.)
I like how we’re introduced to Boo here and learn more about him, despite not knowing who Boo is - I’m not sure where this comes in in the chronology of the story as a whole but I like how they argue and we’re like, “wait who’s Boo?”
In terms of dialogue, I like the scene. It seems to escalate naturally, and their verbal fight seems to lead somewhere and adds something to the scene. Rather than them just pointlessly talking about life, or something. I think their personalities were set up quite nicely and I can see that they each have a unique voice which is great.
I think my one gripe with the scene is that the characters seem to almost be moving a bit too slowly between action points? Perhaps they could be doing a bit more during this fight, for example Ester could be shifting uncomfortably under the shelter.
That’s about all I have for your critique, thanks for letting me critique it!
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
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Report File 01, Part 03 - Character Swap with Silvi
Challenge: Character Swap with Silvi's character, Maggie
Words: 328/300
Points: 25
Challenge: Character Swap with Silvi's character, Maggie
Words: 328/300
Points: 25
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Maggie wasn’t sure how she was feeling about staying in someone else’s home in the countryside. As soon as they had seen the news about the war, Maggie’s parents had sent her with her school, on a train, to the countryside. She had been sent off with a brown luggage case containing her clothes and some keepsakes she didn’t want to lose. She also brought her favourite stuffed toy. There was a light brown luggage tag on it written with her name.
Now the train containing hundreds of children like here was rolling into the station, and Maggie clung to her luggage. It was the only thing she had that reminded her of home, and she didn’t know when she would see her mother again. She hoped it would be soon and that the war would be over quickly.
“Come on, everyone off,” someone called, and Maggie followed the stream of people out from the train carriage and onto the platform. There were so many children here, just like her, and she hadn’t made any friends since she was rather shy. She followed the flow of people who seemed to know where they were going, and she was led out to the front of a small countryside railway station.
Maggie was greeted with the scene of willing mothers and children without families. Maggie hoped she’d be put in a good one. One by one, children were assigned to or chosen by parents, with some families taking more than one child with them. Maggie hoped she wouldn’t be in a group, but that possibility was unlikely.
As she walked down the line, a lady came up to her. “Hello darling,” she greeted. “What's your name?”
Maggie shyly responded, “Maggie.”
“It’s nice to meet you Maggie,” the lady said. “If it’s okay, I’ve been assigned to take care of you during the war.”
Maggie nodded. She hoped that the home would be a good one - she seemed kind enough though.
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Scratcher
500+ posts
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weekly 1
part one: poetry
a golden shovel of mad girl’s love song (104 words)
i remember you through the yellow jumper hidden deep within my wardrobe that i
used to love, because every time i saw the shade it made me think
of your favourite colour. i remember you through the scent of mint and wood i
still smell every time i shower, because with your gentle hands you made
those soap bars, moulded them softly and stirred the liquid. you
dried them on the windowsill, and you folded them up,
wrapped tightly within sturdy paper and sharp creases. and you stacked them inside
the bathroom cabinet. and my mother says this story is all in my
head.
part two: songwriting
(207 words)
(verses to be performed as spoken word)
[Verse 1]
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know why you
Bother with the honeyed words and platitudes
There’s nothing more to lose
Nothing more to lose for you
[Verse 2]
Stop the act, rip the nails
Tear the posters, burn the books
Hang the witch, hang the imp
Lock up your houses, shutter the windows
Children in the basement, hide them away
[Chorus]
Category five hurricane
Comes to sweep you off your feet
We stop seeing when we’re gone
[Verse 3]
Cracked wood and rusty nails
You’ll never be remembered while you’re here
Or when you’re gone
So say “I miss you”, leave your home
Leave your home
Leave your home
Close the door behind you
[Chorus]
Category five hurricane
Comes to sweep you off your feet
I’ll stop seeing when I’m gone
[Bridge]
This will be the last year
This will be the first year
This will be the last year
Last year, last year
First year, last year
First year
(First year)
[Interlude]
No, no, no, no
Not like this
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, it can’t happen like this
[Outro]
Go to sleep
Wash away
This is your last warning
part three: scriptwriting
(369 words)
EXT. PARK - NIGHT
ANNA sits on a children’s climbing frame, legs swinging off the side. In her hand, she holds a piece of paper, and in the other, a pen.
ANNA
I’m not a fan of this.
OWL SCREECH
ANNA
I guess I’ll carry on with the weekly
tomorrow. I’m not in the mood for it
right now.
FADE OUT
INT. ANNA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Anna lies on her bed, socked feet sticking in the air, staring intently at her phone. Every so often, she types something, only to delete it moments later.
ANNA
Why does songwriting have to be so
hard? I had no problems with the poetry
part, but I just can’t seem to write a good
song.
PHONE RING
Anna grabs her phone and answers the call.
ANNA
Hello?
INT. FINLAY’S BEDROOM - SAME TIME
Finlay sits sprawled over his chair. He holds his phone in his hand and the other hovers over a computer keyboard.
FINLAY
Hey Anna. How’s the weekly going?
INTERCUT - PHONE CONVERSATION
Anna sighs.
ANNA
Not great. I’m stuck on the songwriting right now.
Finlay laughs.
FINLAY
Hey, songwriting was the easiest part for me! I’m
finding the scriptwriting pretty difficult though.
ANNA
At least we have cabin wars. Do you want to call
whilst we work on the weekly?
FINLAY
Sounds good to me.
INT. ANNA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Anna types furiously, fingers hammering her phone screen.
INT. FINLAY’S BEDROOM - DAY
PARENT (O.S.)
Finlay! Time for lunch.
INT. ANNA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Anna walks out of her front door, phone in hand.
ANNA
I have a cabin wars extra challenge
to take a break, so you can come with
me on a walk. I’ll be at your house in five.
INTERCUT - PHONE CONVERSATION
FINLAY
Ugh, I guess you’d say that it’s good for
me, or something. Fine. Give me some
time to get ready.
EXT. PLAYING FIELDS - DAY
Anna and Finlay walk around the field. Anna points at a line she has written on a piece of paper, and they discuss it.
INT. FINLAY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
FINLAY
That was surprisingly productive. Thanks, Anna.
ANNA
No worries. Maybe we shouldn’t procrastinate the
weekly until the last day again, though.
FINLAY
I can make no promises…
part four: speechwriting
(452 words)
Have you ever spent an evening bent over your keyboard, furiously hammering out letters and glancing at the clock every so often as the hands tick closer to midnight? Have you ever procrastinated on the weekly and panicked when you were reminded of the due date?
You’re a SWCer, so the most likely answer to those questions is yes. Of course, there are the organised and responsible SWCers out there, but as you can probably tell from the submission date and time of this weekly, I am not one of them. Regardless, this only gives me more first-hand knowledge for this speech, right?
Of course, procrastination is almost never a good thing. Oftentimes, it results in incomplete responsibilities, and it’s a habit I think most people would like to break. Still, I’d like to offer some extremely unserious thoughts into how procrastination could actually benefit your SWC skills. Please do not listen to any advice I give in this speech.
Firstly, procrastination means that you find yourself completing the dailies and weeklies very last minute, trying to hit the minimum word stipulation as fast as possible, racing against the clock. This is extremely beneficial to increasing your typing wpm, because what’s practice if not speedily typing out a daily five minutes before it is due? And as your wpm increases, so can your procrastination. Whilst before, you might have spent ten or fifteen minutes typing out a daily, now with your faster wpm, maybe you could procrastinate up until five minutes before midnight! It’s a cycle of procrastination—sounds perfect, right?
Of course, procrastination also means that you’ve had to think of your entire daily in a very short period of time—for some dailies, that might be an entire plot and cast of characters. And if you can think of these ideas in shorter and shorter periods of time, that’s just more ideas for longer writing pieces and writing competition entries! Look, I’ll even do some maths for you. Without procrastinating, perhaps you spend an hour thinking of and writing out your plot. With procrastinating, maybe you spend ten minutes doing just that. That’s one sixth of the time you would have taken without procrastinating. A 500% increase in efficiency. Doesn’t that sound amazing? By procrastinating, you are honing the skills to think of plots 500% more efficiently.
To conclude this speech: please do not use these as reasons to procrastinate. Your wpm is (probably) not going to increase significantly if you procrastinate but your frustration-levels-per-minute certainly will. And you are (probably) not going to become 500% more efficient at thinking of new plots, and even so, plots take time to be altered and patched. Procrastination, unfortunately, will not help with that process.
part one: poetry
a golden shovel of mad girl’s love song (104 words)
i remember you through the yellow jumper hidden deep within my wardrobe that i
used to love, because every time i saw the shade it made me think
of your favourite colour. i remember you through the scent of mint and wood i
still smell every time i shower, because with your gentle hands you made
those soap bars, moulded them softly and stirred the liquid. you
dried them on the windowsill, and you folded them up,
wrapped tightly within sturdy paper and sharp creases. and you stacked them inside
the bathroom cabinet. and my mother says this story is all in my
head.
part two: songwriting
(207 words)
(verses to be performed as spoken word)
[Verse 1]
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know why you
Bother with the honeyed words and platitudes
There’s nothing more to lose
Nothing more to lose for you
[Verse 2]
Stop the act, rip the nails
Tear the posters, burn the books
Hang the witch, hang the imp
Lock up your houses, shutter the windows
Children in the basement, hide them away
[Chorus]
Category five hurricane
Comes to sweep you off your feet
We stop seeing when we’re gone
[Verse 3]
Cracked wood and rusty nails
You’ll never be remembered while you’re here
Or when you’re gone
So say “I miss you”, leave your home
Leave your home
Leave your home
Close the door behind you
[Chorus]
Category five hurricane
Comes to sweep you off your feet
I’ll stop seeing when I’m gone
[Bridge]
This will be the last year
This will be the first year
This will be the last year
Last year, last year
First year, last year
First year
(First year)
[Interlude]
No, no, no, no
Not like this
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, it can’t happen like this
[Outro]
Go to sleep
Wash away
This is your last warning
part three: scriptwriting
(369 words)
EXT. PARK - NIGHT
ANNA sits on a children’s climbing frame, legs swinging off the side. In her hand, she holds a piece of paper, and in the other, a pen.
ANNA
I’m not a fan of this.
OWL SCREECH
ANNA
I guess I’ll carry on with the weekly
tomorrow. I’m not in the mood for it
right now.
FADE OUT
INT. ANNA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Anna lies on her bed, socked feet sticking in the air, staring intently at her phone. Every so often, she types something, only to delete it moments later.
ANNA
Why does songwriting have to be so
hard? I had no problems with the poetry
part, but I just can’t seem to write a good
song.
PHONE RING
Anna grabs her phone and answers the call.
ANNA
Hello?
INT. FINLAY’S BEDROOM - SAME TIME
Finlay sits sprawled over his chair. He holds his phone in his hand and the other hovers over a computer keyboard.
FINLAY
Hey Anna. How’s the weekly going?
INTERCUT - PHONE CONVERSATION
Anna sighs.
ANNA
Not great. I’m stuck on the songwriting right now.
Finlay laughs.
FINLAY
Hey, songwriting was the easiest part for me! I’m
finding the scriptwriting pretty difficult though.
ANNA
At least we have cabin wars. Do you want to call
whilst we work on the weekly?
FINLAY
Sounds good to me.
INT. ANNA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Anna types furiously, fingers hammering her phone screen.
INT. FINLAY’S BEDROOM - DAY
PARENT (O.S.)
Finlay! Time for lunch.
INT. ANNA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Anna walks out of her front door, phone in hand.
ANNA
I have a cabin wars extra challenge
to take a break, so you can come with
me on a walk. I’ll be at your house in five.
INTERCUT - PHONE CONVERSATION
FINLAY
Ugh, I guess you’d say that it’s good for
me, or something. Fine. Give me some
time to get ready.
EXT. PLAYING FIELDS - DAY
Anna and Finlay walk around the field. Anna points at a line she has written on a piece of paper, and they discuss it.
INT. FINLAY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
FINLAY
That was surprisingly productive. Thanks, Anna.
ANNA
No worries. Maybe we shouldn’t procrastinate the
weekly until the last day again, though.
FINLAY
I can make no promises…
part four: speechwriting
(452 words)
Have you ever spent an evening bent over your keyboard, furiously hammering out letters and glancing at the clock every so often as the hands tick closer to midnight? Have you ever procrastinated on the weekly and panicked when you were reminded of the due date?
You’re a SWCer, so the most likely answer to those questions is yes. Of course, there are the organised and responsible SWCers out there, but as you can probably tell from the submission date and time of this weekly, I am not one of them. Regardless, this only gives me more first-hand knowledge for this speech, right?
Of course, procrastination is almost never a good thing. Oftentimes, it results in incomplete responsibilities, and it’s a habit I think most people would like to break. Still, I’d like to offer some extremely unserious thoughts into how procrastination could actually benefit your SWC skills. Please do not listen to any advice I give in this speech.
Firstly, procrastination means that you find yourself completing the dailies and weeklies very last minute, trying to hit the minimum word stipulation as fast as possible, racing against the clock. This is extremely beneficial to increasing your typing wpm, because what’s practice if not speedily typing out a daily five minutes before it is due? And as your wpm increases, so can your procrastination. Whilst before, you might have spent ten or fifteen minutes typing out a daily, now with your faster wpm, maybe you could procrastinate up until five minutes before midnight! It’s a cycle of procrastination—sounds perfect, right?
Of course, procrastination also means that you’ve had to think of your entire daily in a very short period of time—for some dailies, that might be an entire plot and cast of characters. And if you can think of these ideas in shorter and shorter periods of time, that’s just more ideas for longer writing pieces and writing competition entries! Look, I’ll even do some maths for you. Without procrastinating, perhaps you spend an hour thinking of and writing out your plot. With procrastinating, maybe you spend ten minutes doing just that. That’s one sixth of the time you would have taken without procrastinating. A 500% increase in efficiency. Doesn’t that sound amazing? By procrastinating, you are honing the skills to think of plots 500% more efficiently.
To conclude this speech: please do not use these as reasons to procrastinate. Your wpm is (probably) not going to increase significantly if you procrastinate but your frustration-levels-per-minute certainly will. And you are (probably) not going to become 500% more efficient at thinking of new plots, and even so, plots take time to be altered and patched. Procrastination, unfortunately, will not help with that process.
Last edited by euphoriafall (Nov. 9, 2025 19:49:12)
- ForestPanther
-
Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
POETRY 199/100
The lights were too bright
As I stand on the stage
Or the court, or the board
It's a various range
But nevertheless
I'm here. And I'm lost
My feet stand below
But my mind hasn't crossed
I know what to do
And indeed, I know why
The reason that I
Need to reach for the sky
The reason is that
It's the only road here
For those that think different,
It's easy to veer
To the dirt or the grass
Or to let others pass
For the land is so vast
And this can't be the last…
As I stand on the stage,
And I think about why,
It's like I've been blinded
An eye for an eye
I'm here, I'll be fine
Forever, I am
But it's of no true substance
It's all hype and glam
I'll succeed. I won't fail
I've never before
But that's not the point
Not the end of the war
For the fact of this thought
Is it's done for the sake
No personal thoughts
The truth is, it's fake
But the fear of the rest
Of if others do best
It could not be suppressed
For the stage is my nest
SONG 342/200 WORDS
And I'm sorry I made
You think I care
And I wish that you would
Have never been there
For I know that you hurt
And I truly wish you weren't
But you know what they say
Life isn't fair
And if I could go back and do it differently, you see
Well of course, yes I would,
But not for you, for me
See I didn't agree
Didn't sign the waiver of we
Then the start was the end
At least it means I'm free
It was a month or two,
A month of breadcrumbs trailed
You tried your best, I tried mine too
To no avail
It can't be forced
I'm sorry I tried and gave you hope
But to be honest
I think that we'll both cope
Now I'm sorry I left
You alone to stare
And I hope that you don't
Stress too much, lose your hair
For I know that you hurt
And I really wish you weren't
But you know what they say
Love isn't fair
It was a month or two,
A month of breadcrumbs trailed
You tried your best, I tried mine too
To no avail
It can't be forced
I'm sorry I tried and gave you hope
But to be honest
I think that we'll both cope (we'll both-)
Fluctuate between the minor chords
(The minor, major, minor, major-)
The truth is?
You left me bored
It was a month or two,
That's it! And nothing more
You tried your best, to be honest
I wasn't sure
It can't be forced
I'm sorry I tried, I'm sorry I tried!
But nobody lied
Nobody lied
We simply weren't right
We simply weren't right
Now I'm out of your hair (and you're out of mine-)
We both know it's not fair
But I don't really care
SCREENPLAY 301/300 WORDS
NATHAN, CHARLIE, DANIEL, EMMANUEL and LOGAN are walking to class in the outdoor walkway. They are slightly late; there is nobody else around. NATHAN, CHARLIE and DANIEL walk about 10 feet in front of LOGAN and EMMANUEL, just out of earshot. The two groups/duos are talking amongst themselves.
EMMANUEL
So… do those three, like, have a thing going on?
LOGAN
(Turning to face Emmanuel, slightly surprised face) Um, weird question. (Pause.) But now that I think about it, maybe yes.
EMMANUEL
They're just always together.
LOGAN
Yeah. (Pause.) But I thought Nathan…
EMMANUEL
Nathan what?
LOGAN
Nathan likes Andrew.
EMMANUEL
(Eyebrows raised) Pfft. That's hopeless mate, Andrew and Seb are, like, intertwined with each other.
LOGAN
Yeah, in more ways than one. (Laughs)
EMMANUEL
Nathan's probably tryna make himself feel better ‘cause he knows he’s not gonna bag Andrew.
LOGAN
So he's hooking up with Daniel and Charlie? (Pause, turns to consider the trio) Actually, yeah, I can see it.
EMMANUEL
But what about the others?
LOGAN
Charlie's still strung up on Konnor you know
EMMANUEL
So he's also using the trio whilst Konnor's gone?
LOGAN
(Shakes his head) Looks like it.
EMMANUEL
And Daniel?
LOGAN
Aint it obvious?
EMMANUEL
Aint what obvious?
LOGAN
Yo, Daniel's obsessed with you, bro.
EMMANUEL
What?
LOGAN
Are you blind mate? He's so flippin obvious too.
EMMANUEL
(Realization dawning on his face) Is that why in Spanish…?
LOGAN
Yep.
EMANNUEL
Oh, dang. Okay.
LOGAN
(Hesitantly) What, ya like him back?
EMMANUEL
No! Nah, I don't. (Kisses teeth) Kinda funny though.
LOGAN
(Unconvinced, but slightly relieved) Oh, yeah, for real.
(Pause.)
Kinda funny how none of them really like each other, then.
EMMANUEL
Yeah, they're all tryna get someone else by getting together. Stupid idea.
LOGAN.
Yeah. there's no chance any of that works out.
SPEECH 806/400
If told to think of an instrument, what comes to mind?
The piano, perhaps? The guitar, a staple of rock and pop? Or maybe the violin, master of the orchestra?
It's true, these instruments are magnificent. However, I would argue that they simply could never be named the greatest instrument of all time. Why? Because there's one musical implement that, despite being severely underrepresented in modern mainstream focus, is undeniably the most beautiful, striking, and versatile of all: the humble clarinet.
Today, I will be demonstrating precisely why, arguing three major points: for its versatility, for its history, and for its sound- and by the end, you will surely agree that no other instrument can compete.
Firstly, let's cover the history of the incredible clarinet. First rising to prominence in the Classical period, from years 1750 to 1800, it quickly became a staple of the wind section and, I would argue, even overtook the older oboe as the primary wind instrument. Its reliable, consistent and human-like sound made it the perfect instrument in all roles of the orchestra- from solos to accompaniment, the clarinet can do it all. For example, Mozart's clarinet concerto demonstrates the beauty of the instrument when leading an orchestra, weaving through registers to create a melody of undeniable brilliance. Alternatively, the iconic Rhapsody in Blue demonstrates a unique and memorable technique on the instrument- the glissando- leading the audience stunned. Even if you're only looking for accompaniment, the clarinet is imperative to the foundation of the orchestra. In Saent-Saens' Rondo and Capriciosso in A Minor, despite not being the leading instrument, the clarinet truly does lead the accompaniment, with its subtle but striking countermelodies and chords. There is a truly rich history of the clarinet in classical music- and it's so appreciated, even, that we now have many, many unique and stunning variants, from the alto to the contrabass.
But what about jazz? The clarinet, it could be argued, is the cornerstone of early jazz, and one of the most undervalued components in the genre. Think Dixieland- Alabama Jubilee, St James' Infirmary, Bill Baily. The list is endless. In a stunning new exploration of its capabilities, the clarinet becomes a truly indispensable part of the jazz universe. Its history is rich and full, and is near-unrivaled by others.
Indeed, this varied and extensive history lends itself fully to my second point- about the versatility of the clarinet. What other instrument can simultaneously wallow mellowly through European folk tales and then squeal its way through chromatic, fast-paced improvised solos in the Big Band? There's truly no other instrument quite like it. And there's ample reason for this. The clarinet, due to its incredible range and truly unique sound, is widely sought after for a variety of reasons. Of almost all instruments- the only notable exception being the piano- the soprano clarinet singularly had the greatest range. It can span up to five octaves, a dizzyingly large range that leaves composers stunned. Within this range, there is always a sound for every mood- the defining characteristic that cements the clarinet firmly in all musical genres. If you consider the extended family- the A clarinet, the Eb clarinet, the bass clarinet and many more- well, there's truly not a musical feat that you can't accomplish.
“But, what about pop?” I hear you ask. Well, not to worry. Though devastatingly underutilized, the clarinet does shine in the popular music genre. A notable example is the 1979 song ‘Breakfast in America’ by Supertramp. In this pop-rock hit, the clarinet underpins the bittersweet aura of the music, its bending solos unforgettable. Clarinets have their place in pop music, as they do in all genres- there's really not a style they can't slot right in to.
Finally, I'd like to elaborate on the tone of this wonderful instrument. To be plain, it is simply lovely. It is sweet, like the scent of fresh-bloomed wild roses. It's sharp, like a stare from an enemy across the room. It's aggressive, like a cannon firing its rounds, but it's mellow, like a willow swaying in the breeze. It's rigid, like a great oak, roots planted firmly in the soil. It's flexible, like an eel navigating the reef. It's both melodic and dissonant, both harsh and welcoming, both simple and ornate, both menacing and glorious. Truly, the clarinet's tone is something special- something indescribable with mere words. If you find another instrument that could say the same for itself? Please do tell me, for I haven't yet.
In conclusion, the clarinet in undeniably the greatest instrument of all time. Though initially underappreciated, subbed, even, it surges to the front all genres to cement itself as versatile, striking and beautiful. It's a truly one of a kind instrument, and to me- and I hope, by now, you too- its greatness simply cannot be replicated.
1662 words total
The lights were too bright
As I stand on the stage
Or the court, or the board
It's a various range
But nevertheless
I'm here. And I'm lost
My feet stand below
But my mind hasn't crossed
I know what to do
And indeed, I know why
The reason that I
Need to reach for the sky
The reason is that
It's the only road here
For those that think different,
It's easy to veer
To the dirt or the grass
Or to let others pass
For the land is so vast
And this can't be the last…
As I stand on the stage,
And I think about why,
It's like I've been blinded
An eye for an eye
I'm here, I'll be fine
Forever, I am
But it's of no true substance
It's all hype and glam
I'll succeed. I won't fail
I've never before
But that's not the point
Not the end of the war
For the fact of this thought
Is it's done for the sake
No personal thoughts
The truth is, it's fake
But the fear of the rest
Of if others do best
It could not be suppressed
For the stage is my nest
SONG 342/200 WORDS
And I'm sorry I made
You think I care
And I wish that you would
Have never been there
For I know that you hurt
And I truly wish you weren't
But you know what they say
Life isn't fair
And if I could go back and do it differently, you see
Well of course, yes I would,
But not for you, for me
See I didn't agree
Didn't sign the waiver of we
Then the start was the end
At least it means I'm free
It was a month or two,
A month of breadcrumbs trailed
You tried your best, I tried mine too
To no avail
It can't be forced
I'm sorry I tried and gave you hope
But to be honest
I think that we'll both cope
Now I'm sorry I left
You alone to stare
And I hope that you don't
Stress too much, lose your hair
For I know that you hurt
And I really wish you weren't
But you know what they say
Love isn't fair
It was a month or two,
A month of breadcrumbs trailed
You tried your best, I tried mine too
To no avail
It can't be forced
I'm sorry I tried and gave you hope
But to be honest
I think that we'll both cope (we'll both-)
Fluctuate between the minor chords
(The minor, major, minor, major-)
The truth is?
You left me bored
It was a month or two,
That's it! And nothing more
You tried your best, to be honest
I wasn't sure
It can't be forced
I'm sorry I tried, I'm sorry I tried!
But nobody lied
Nobody lied
We simply weren't right
We simply weren't right
Now I'm out of your hair (and you're out of mine-)
We both know it's not fair
But I don't really care
SCREENPLAY 301/300 WORDS
NATHAN, CHARLIE, DANIEL, EMMANUEL and LOGAN are walking to class in the outdoor walkway. They are slightly late; there is nobody else around. NATHAN, CHARLIE and DANIEL walk about 10 feet in front of LOGAN and EMMANUEL, just out of earshot. The two groups/duos are talking amongst themselves.
EMMANUEL
So… do those three, like, have a thing going on?
LOGAN
(Turning to face Emmanuel, slightly surprised face) Um, weird question. (Pause.) But now that I think about it, maybe yes.
EMMANUEL
They're just always together.
LOGAN
Yeah. (Pause.) But I thought Nathan…
EMMANUEL
Nathan what?
LOGAN
Nathan likes Andrew.
EMMANUEL
(Eyebrows raised) Pfft. That's hopeless mate, Andrew and Seb are, like, intertwined with each other.
LOGAN
Yeah, in more ways than one. (Laughs)
EMMANUEL
Nathan's probably tryna make himself feel better ‘cause he knows he’s not gonna bag Andrew.
LOGAN
So he's hooking up with Daniel and Charlie? (Pause, turns to consider the trio) Actually, yeah, I can see it.
EMMANUEL
But what about the others?
LOGAN
Charlie's still strung up on Konnor you know
EMMANUEL
So he's also using the trio whilst Konnor's gone?
LOGAN
(Shakes his head) Looks like it.
EMMANUEL
And Daniel?
LOGAN
Aint it obvious?
EMMANUEL
Aint what obvious?
LOGAN
Yo, Daniel's obsessed with you, bro.
EMMANUEL
What?
LOGAN
Are you blind mate? He's so flippin obvious too.
EMMANUEL
(Realization dawning on his face) Is that why in Spanish…?
LOGAN
Yep.
EMANNUEL
Oh, dang. Okay.
LOGAN
(Hesitantly) What, ya like him back?
EMMANUEL
No! Nah, I don't. (Kisses teeth) Kinda funny though.
LOGAN
(Unconvinced, but slightly relieved) Oh, yeah, for real.
(Pause.)
Kinda funny how none of them really like each other, then.
EMMANUEL
Yeah, they're all tryna get someone else by getting together. Stupid idea.
LOGAN.
Yeah. there's no chance any of that works out.
SPEECH 806/400
If told to think of an instrument, what comes to mind?
The piano, perhaps? The guitar, a staple of rock and pop? Or maybe the violin, master of the orchestra?
It's true, these instruments are magnificent. However, I would argue that they simply could never be named the greatest instrument of all time. Why? Because there's one musical implement that, despite being severely underrepresented in modern mainstream focus, is undeniably the most beautiful, striking, and versatile of all: the humble clarinet.
Today, I will be demonstrating precisely why, arguing three major points: for its versatility, for its history, and for its sound- and by the end, you will surely agree that no other instrument can compete.
Firstly, let's cover the history of the incredible clarinet. First rising to prominence in the Classical period, from years 1750 to 1800, it quickly became a staple of the wind section and, I would argue, even overtook the older oboe as the primary wind instrument. Its reliable, consistent and human-like sound made it the perfect instrument in all roles of the orchestra- from solos to accompaniment, the clarinet can do it all. For example, Mozart's clarinet concerto demonstrates the beauty of the instrument when leading an orchestra, weaving through registers to create a melody of undeniable brilliance. Alternatively, the iconic Rhapsody in Blue demonstrates a unique and memorable technique on the instrument- the glissando- leading the audience stunned. Even if you're only looking for accompaniment, the clarinet is imperative to the foundation of the orchestra. In Saent-Saens' Rondo and Capriciosso in A Minor, despite not being the leading instrument, the clarinet truly does lead the accompaniment, with its subtle but striking countermelodies and chords. There is a truly rich history of the clarinet in classical music- and it's so appreciated, even, that we now have many, many unique and stunning variants, from the alto to the contrabass.
But what about jazz? The clarinet, it could be argued, is the cornerstone of early jazz, and one of the most undervalued components in the genre. Think Dixieland- Alabama Jubilee, St James' Infirmary, Bill Baily. The list is endless. In a stunning new exploration of its capabilities, the clarinet becomes a truly indispensable part of the jazz universe. Its history is rich and full, and is near-unrivaled by others.
Indeed, this varied and extensive history lends itself fully to my second point- about the versatility of the clarinet. What other instrument can simultaneously wallow mellowly through European folk tales and then squeal its way through chromatic, fast-paced improvised solos in the Big Band? There's truly no other instrument quite like it. And there's ample reason for this. The clarinet, due to its incredible range and truly unique sound, is widely sought after for a variety of reasons. Of almost all instruments- the only notable exception being the piano- the soprano clarinet singularly had the greatest range. It can span up to five octaves, a dizzyingly large range that leaves composers stunned. Within this range, there is always a sound for every mood- the defining characteristic that cements the clarinet firmly in all musical genres. If you consider the extended family- the A clarinet, the Eb clarinet, the bass clarinet and many more- well, there's truly not a musical feat that you can't accomplish.
“But, what about pop?” I hear you ask. Well, not to worry. Though devastatingly underutilized, the clarinet does shine in the popular music genre. A notable example is the 1979 song ‘Breakfast in America’ by Supertramp. In this pop-rock hit, the clarinet underpins the bittersweet aura of the music, its bending solos unforgettable. Clarinets have their place in pop music, as they do in all genres- there's really not a style they can't slot right in to.
Finally, I'd like to elaborate on the tone of this wonderful instrument. To be plain, it is simply lovely. It is sweet, like the scent of fresh-bloomed wild roses. It's sharp, like a stare from an enemy across the room. It's aggressive, like a cannon firing its rounds, but it's mellow, like a willow swaying in the breeze. It's rigid, like a great oak, roots planted firmly in the soil. It's flexible, like an eel navigating the reef. It's both melodic and dissonant, both harsh and welcoming, both simple and ornate, both menacing and glorious. Truly, the clarinet's tone is something special- something indescribable with mere words. If you find another instrument that could say the same for itself? Please do tell me, for I haven't yet.
In conclusion, the clarinet in undeniably the greatest instrument of all time. Though initially underappreciated, subbed, even, it surges to the front all genres to cement itself as versatile, striking and beautiful. It's a truly one of a kind instrument, and to me- and I hope, by now, you too- its greatness simply cannot be replicated.
1662 words total
- taylorsversion--
-
Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
weird voices: a strange poem thing
if i were real
wait no
I AM REAL
hey what are you doing
speaking to yourself?
to myself?
what?
what are you doing?
well you know.
i am YOU after all
so
so you’re my stream of consciousness?
no
you are
you’re my stream of consciousness
you’re making me go like this
writing this for inspiration
i know
then act like it
bozo
don’t call yourself that
don’t contradict yourself
why are you arguing with yourself
whose side am i on ?
i don’t know
you started this
no you did
i don’t understand anymore
neither do i
same here
what a surprise
i
don’t get it?
can we stop?
of course we can
we definitely could
we just wanted to count for words,
after
all
okay good
wait one second
you’re not me
or well usual me
so who are you?
you duh?
no there’s a third voice
and it’s taking over ME
well i’m still here
ha ha ha .. WAIT
so there are three voices now?
all split up just like this?
no
there are
many
more voices
all tangling shouting
yearning for attention
so which one do i listen to?
i don’t want to listen to them i want to
think for myself
block them out
but they are you
you are always going to have these voices in your head
always going to have noise blanketing your awareness
live with it
okay
fine
if i were real
wait no
I AM REAL
hey what are you doing
speaking to yourself?
to myself?
what?
what are you doing?
well you know.
i am YOU after all
so
so you’re my stream of consciousness?
no
you are
you’re my stream of consciousness
you’re making me go like this
writing this for inspiration
i know
then act like it
bozo
don’t call yourself that
don’t contradict yourself
why are you arguing with yourself
whose side am i on ?
i don’t know
you started this
no you did
i don’t understand anymore
neither do i
same here
what a surprise
i
don’t get it?
can we stop?
of course we can
we definitely could
we just wanted to count for words,
after
all
okay good
wait one second
you’re not me
or well usual me
so who are you?
you duh?
no there’s a third voice
and it’s taking over ME
well i’m still here
ha ha ha .. WAIT
so there are three voices now?
all split up just like this?
no
there are
many
more voices
all tangling shouting
yearning for attention
so which one do i listen to?
i don’t want to listen to them i want to
think for myself
block them out
but they are you
you are always going to have these voices in your head
always going to have noise blanketing your awareness
live with it
okay
fine
- 129waterfall
-
Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
I'm waterfall, I'm going to be the first narrator for this rant! And I'm waterfall's fairy godmother, the second narrator. I'm super annoyed at the four thousand word war that we just got, because what do you mean we have to write another four thousand words??? Waterfall is very ungrateful, she is literally getting another excuse to write for more points, and another moment of motivation! I'm actually semi annoyed at this writing dare too - don't get me wrong it could be worse, but it's kinda annoying. Waterfall, at least you don't have the character swap extra challenge. I would've much preferred the fifty headed hydra extra challenge - why haven't I gotten to do that one once? What is it with waterfall and these stupid hydra challenges, why does she like them so much? You know what, they didn't have a specified time or word count for how long I have to write like this, I could technically stop right now. Waterfall, you've barely even written over a hundred words, you should write more. Eh, I guess I am kind of on a roll right now. No, you're really not, but I'm not going to discourage you. Fine, I'm going to do this dare for two hundred and fifty words, and then I'm going to stop. Waterfall complains far too much and she knows it. HEY- ugh, I wish I had my headphones, or I could watch something, or anything else during this boring rehearsal - although they did just kind of eat up that duet right there that was nice. Oh my gosh this girl is so annoying and all she's writing about is complaints! Can you blame me? …no, but that's technically because I am you writing about you from a different perspective for a writing challenge. Whoa, breaking the fourth wall are we here? Yes, I actually don't care anymore. I'm done with this challenge.
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- Asha-the-SWC-fan
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New Scratcher
22 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Cabin wars !
The first sound Mara heard was the wind—low, hollow, almost human. It slipped through the splintered ribs of the buildings, humming against glassless windows, carrying the smell of rain and something faintly metallic. She stood at the edge of what used to be her street, her boots sinking into the grit, and listened as if the wind might answer back.
It had been thirty-seven days since the last voice went silent on the radio. Thirty-seven days since she’d stopped pretending anyone was coming. Yet every morning she still climbed to the rooftop and scanned the horizon. Habit, maybe. Hope, if she were being generous with herself.
Her hands were raw from rebuilding the barricade, though she no longer remembered what she was keeping out. The city had grown quiet enough that she could hear her own pulse, stubborn and steady. Some nights, when the sky was clear enough to show the stars again, she caught herself wondering why her heart hadn’t learned to stop.
Inside the hollow shell of the apartment, the air still smelled faintly of warmth—coffee, dust, a trace of him. She never said his name aloud anymore. The silence felt sacred, like a fragile truce between the past and whatever waited beyond the morning.
She touched the cracked photo on the wall—two figures laughing, blurred by time—and felt that small, traitorous spark again. It wasn’t hope, not exactly. It was the echo of something that refused to die.
Somewhere beyond the city, a light flickered once. Then again.
Mara lifted her head.
“And yet,” she whispered.
Middle and end by Ivy and Isa to complete the war <3
259 words
Heres the complete version: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/848092/?page=1#post-8814041
The first sound Mara heard was the wind—low, hollow, almost human. It slipped through the splintered ribs of the buildings, humming against glassless windows, carrying the smell of rain and something faintly metallic. She stood at the edge of what used to be her street, her boots sinking into the grit, and listened as if the wind might answer back.
It had been thirty-seven days since the last voice went silent on the radio. Thirty-seven days since she’d stopped pretending anyone was coming. Yet every morning she still climbed to the rooftop and scanned the horizon. Habit, maybe. Hope, if she were being generous with herself.
Her hands were raw from rebuilding the barricade, though she no longer remembered what she was keeping out. The city had grown quiet enough that she could hear her own pulse, stubborn and steady. Some nights, when the sky was clear enough to show the stars again, she caught herself wondering why her heart hadn’t learned to stop.
Inside the hollow shell of the apartment, the air still smelled faintly of warmth—coffee, dust, a trace of him. She never said his name aloud anymore. The silence felt sacred, like a fragile truce between the past and whatever waited beyond the morning.
She touched the cracked photo on the wall—two figures laughing, blurred by time—and felt that small, traitorous spark again. It wasn’t hope, not exactly. It was the echo of something that refused to die.
Somewhere beyond the city, a light flickered once. Then again.
Mara lifted her head.
“And yet,” she whispered.
Middle and end by Ivy and Isa to complete the war <3
259 words
Heres the complete version: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/848092/?page=1#post-8814041
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Hello hello! First critique of the session let's go
I usually critique line-by-line, so let's jump right in!
Working title: The Bridge to NowhereThe first thing that jumped out at me is the sentence “I need you to come help me” – while there's nothing wrong with it on its own, it doesn't quite fit the more poetic context. Rewriting it as, for example, “I need you to reach down and save me” (probably too many syllables for this particular piece, but you get the point) might help it flow better here.
360 words without ‘verse’ and ‘chorus’ etc
Verse 1:
Running, running away,
To a once precious place,
Memories lost in the abyss…
Oh, how, how do I hold on?
When my, my only light is gone?
I need you to come help me,
Oh, now that I’m drowning…
Pre-chorus:“But I know it will continue to bite” is also a bit jarring in this context; in fact, I might even edit the second and fourth lines in this chunk so that you can rhyme “night” and “bite” internally and have different rhyming words at the end of the lines. However, this might not end up being helpful at all so use your discretion lol.
I try to hide the hurt,
That claws at me day and night,
I try to hide my pain,
But I know it will continue to bite
Chorus:Here, I would replace “oh” with a name of some kind (“baby” would work, as well as providing nice alliteration with “boat”) or just delete it altogether, although that might negatively impact the flow. I'd also combine “I” and “am” into an “I'm” as the formality doesn't really match the rest of the song.
I’m trying to keep my head afloat,
But I keep slipping under,
Oh, I need your life boat,
Cause now I am stuck,
Stuck on the bridge to nowhere,
Trapped in a world with no end.
I can't see ahead,
All I feel is dread,
That I’ll forever be stuck on the bridge to nowhere…
Verse 2:Here, I'd combine “I” and “would” into “I'd.”
Hiding from the heartbreak,
I feel can feel myself slipping away,
Can I do this anymore?
Oh, how, how do I stay?
When I feel my heart start to fray?
I need you to hold me up high,
Now that I’m slowly drowning…
Pre-chorus:
I try to hide the ache,
That claws at me day and night,
I try to hide the sting,
But I know it will continue to bite
Chorus:
I’m trying to keep my head afloat,
But I keep slipping under,
Oh, I need your life boat,
Cause now I am stuck,
Stuck on the bridge to nowhere,
Trapped in a world with no end.
I can't see ahead,
All I feel is dread,
That I’ll forever be stuck on the bridge to nowhere…
Bridge
Where do I go now?
Why couldn’t I see?
That this would happen,
That I would never be free?
Pre-chorus:This was really good, and I enjoyed reading through it! I really didn't have that much to comment on other than a few minor tweaks – you did a great job! Thanks for letting me critique
I try to hide the burn,
That claws at me day and night,
I try to hide the pang,
Of misery,
But I know it will continue to bite
Chorus:
I’m trying to keep my head afloat,
But I keep slipping under,
Oh, I need your life boat,
Cause now I am stuck,
Stuck on the bridge to nowhere,
Trapped in a world with no end.
I can't see ahead,
All I feel is dread,
That I’ll forever be stuck on the bridge to nowhere…
That I’ll forever be stuck on the bridge to nowhere…
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word war timeeeee prompt: I told you we needed more glitter against: KitVMH time: seven minutes 694 words
I knew we needed more glitter- I told you we needed more glitter! I cry out to my friend Jasper. He laughs at me, assuring me it's fine. I reply, no, you don't understand! This girl seriously loves glitter - we need to cover the whole room! Jasper rolls his eyes - surely she can't need that much glitter - she'd buy out the entire party city! (just realized party city closed a while ago oh my gosh lol am i old-) I smiled. Seriously though, Lucy really loves glitter. Like, her entire room is covered in hot pink glitter paint, and all of her accessories have been painted with glitter, or bedazzled with fake rhinestones. This has to be the perfect surprise party, I tell jasper. Ten is a big birthday, and I want it to be perfect for her! You're right, jasper says, but I highly doubt she'll notice that the entire room isn't covered in glitter. You need to stop stressing! I promise you, it's going to be okay, and she's going to love it. Okay, I say, my voice shaking, not fully confident. I love my little sister more than anything, and even the smallest little details matter! No matter what, I will always protect her, always make sure she has the best, even if it comes at my own expense. I had spent two hunrded dollars on this party for her already, because the budget from my parents wasn't quite enough for everything she needed. And the cake! Oh my gosh, I have to go get the cake, I forgot we were supposed to pick it up this morning! Jasper, you should've remind me! I didn't know, he protested - it's alright, we still have two hours until l the party, he reassures me. I'll drive you right now, it's only a fifteen minute drive. We get in the car, ready to go. Hurry up, I tell him! We need to get this cake, I hope they aren't mad that we're late! I promise, they won't really care jasper laughs. Just go! I say, panicked. He starts the car, and looks over at me while he's driving out into the street. Oh my gosh, we're going to get my care covered ing litter. I realize he's right - we both had so much glitter on us from all of the decorations, and the glitter was falling into the seats of the car, in all the little crevices. Sorry! I say. I'll clean it up after, I promise. I have this handy little vacuum that you can hold and it'll get into all the- It's okay, I'm not mad. It's not even that much glitter. You should see the floor of the party when this is all over… you're right, I reply. I crane my head out the window, looking for the cake shop. She had wanted a cake to match the walls of her room, hot pink with barbies having a party on top, just like her birthday party! I thought it was the cutest thing ever. The multi tiered cake had glitter in MULTIPLE shades of pink, and she was so excited to taste it. I just hope the glitter doesn't taste bad, and there isn't too much of it. I'm surprised edible glitter is a thing, by the way. I have no idea how they make that stuff, but whatever, it's much better than having to decorate the cake with real glitter! We pull into the parking lot, and I rush out before jasper can even turn off the car. I run into the bakery, and I run up to the girl working the cashier, out of breath. Order for Lucy? It's a pink two tiered cake, it looks like- yup, I have it for you right here! I'm not late, right? I ask. No, not at all! We have a 8 hour window where you can pick up your cakes. Oh, well that's a relief, I reply. She hands me the cake, and jasper comes into the shop to help me bring it back to the car. He looks at it, amused - this cake have enough glitter for you? He asks.
I knew we needed more glitter- I told you we needed more glitter! I cry out to my friend Jasper. He laughs at me, assuring me it's fine. I reply, no, you don't understand! This girl seriously loves glitter - we need to cover the whole room! Jasper rolls his eyes - surely she can't need that much glitter - she'd buy out the entire party city! (just realized party city closed a while ago oh my gosh lol am i old-) I smiled. Seriously though, Lucy really loves glitter. Like, her entire room is covered in hot pink glitter paint, and all of her accessories have been painted with glitter, or bedazzled with fake rhinestones. This has to be the perfect surprise party, I tell jasper. Ten is a big birthday, and I want it to be perfect for her! You're right, jasper says, but I highly doubt she'll notice that the entire room isn't covered in glitter. You need to stop stressing! I promise you, it's going to be okay, and she's going to love it. Okay, I say, my voice shaking, not fully confident. I love my little sister more than anything, and even the smallest little details matter! No matter what, I will always protect her, always make sure she has the best, even if it comes at my own expense. I had spent two hunrded dollars on this party for her already, because the budget from my parents wasn't quite enough for everything she needed. And the cake! Oh my gosh, I have to go get the cake, I forgot we were supposed to pick it up this morning! Jasper, you should've remind me! I didn't know, he protested - it's alright, we still have two hours until l the party, he reassures me. I'll drive you right now, it's only a fifteen minute drive. We get in the car, ready to go. Hurry up, I tell him! We need to get this cake, I hope they aren't mad that we're late! I promise, they won't really care jasper laughs. Just go! I say, panicked. He starts the car, and looks over at me while he's driving out into the street. Oh my gosh, we're going to get my care covered ing litter. I realize he's right - we both had so much glitter on us from all of the decorations, and the glitter was falling into the seats of the car, in all the little crevices. Sorry! I say. I'll clean it up after, I promise. I have this handy little vacuum that you can hold and it'll get into all the- It's okay, I'm not mad. It's not even that much glitter. You should see the floor of the party when this is all over… you're right, I reply. I crane my head out the window, looking for the cake shop. She had wanted a cake to match the walls of her room, hot pink with barbies having a party on top, just like her birthday party! I thought it was the cutest thing ever. The multi tiered cake had glitter in MULTIPLE shades of pink, and she was so excited to taste it. I just hope the glitter doesn't taste bad, and there isn't too much of it. I'm surprised edible glitter is a thing, by the way. I have no idea how they make that stuff, but whatever, it's much better than having to decorate the cake with real glitter! We pull into the parking lot, and I rush out before jasper can even turn off the car. I run into the bakery, and I run up to the girl working the cashier, out of breath. Order for Lucy? It's a pink two tiered cake, it looks like- yup, I have it for you right here! I'm not late, right? I ask. No, not at all! We have a 8 hour window where you can pick up your cakes. Oh, well that's a relief, I reply. She hands me the cake, and jasper comes into the shop to help me bring it back to the car. He looks at it, amused - this cake have enough glitter for you? He asks.
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Weekly 1
About The Post
- points worth: 2,000
- words written: 1445 words
- reason: weekly
- prompt:
Weekly 1. Different forms of writing
Part 1: 100 words, poem
Part 2: 200 words, song
Part 3: 300 words, script
Part 4: 400 words, speech
Part 1
Silently creeping down the hallway,
Caked flowers drifting on the path,
Rainy windows and cinnamon rolls
Always lonely, although never alone
Toads croak from the pond outiside
Cats meow from the doorways behind
Hollowed trees reach out towards you
Whenever you feel alone,
Remember that stories will guide you
Into lands of dragons and fairies
Tonight, you will dream
Inside your very own land of paradise
Never be lonely, ever again
Go now, and capture the words of your story.
Carelessness is useless
A couch potato won’t get you anywhere
Maybe you should write a story
Prepare to be aware.
Part 2
Verse 1
Darkness shrouds the earth
With it’s heavy blanket
Flooding the deep seas
Is the world even worth it?
Dark can’t be lifted with ease
Pre-Chorus
But your love guides me
It’s a spark in the dark
Lighting up my world
Oh your light
Chorus
Light shining through
Into the deepest trenches
Flooding our world
Making treasure anew
Removing the stenches
Darkness is hastily unfurled
Oh living water, unleash your shine
Verse 2
Stains are turned white
Garments are made anew
Sins coming to alight
Bring our world into a break through
Chorus
Verse 3
Jesus my savior
My lord of all
Clensing us of misbehavior
Giving us a light fall
Bridge 2x
Exalt Him above all things
Shine his light
King of all kings
Lord of lords
Worthy of all worship
Worthy of all praise
Highest above all
You always amaze
You’re my king forever
High king forever
Chorus
Verse 4
When I’m feeling lost in the dark
Your love lights a fire deep in my soul
You pick me up and give me a spark
You make my heart brand new
Oh lord, I praise you
Ending
Lord, you’re worthy of all things
Worthy of all praise
I praisee you
You’re my king forever
Lord of all
Part 3
(The Host’s Hangout Room in August)
ALANA: Hey everyone! We have gathered here today to discuss what the Novemeber 2025 session theme will be. First off on the agenda, any suggestions?
ZAI: Polar bears! It should be polar bears!
AVE: Zai, we’ve gone over this. No polar bears.
ZAI: (pouty face) lasgna? (giggles)
MOSS: Maybe we could consider doing a halloween themed session?
ALANA: It’s going to November though, which is right after the month of Halloween. How about something else?
ALIA: omg we should do animals! Like a zoo.. An SWCzoo!
ALANA: I love that idea, but I think we should try something else.
ZAI: ok i’ve though more. Taylor Swift?
MOSS: how would we do taylor swift as a session theme, Zai?
ZAI: I don’t know, that’s why we should try it!!
ROCKIE: I’d like to suggest that we do some sort of disney theme. Maybe we could have the main cabin as the disney castle and then all of the projects would be based off of a disney movie.
ALANA: That seems like an excellent theme. I will add it down on the list. (writes down ‘disney’ on her piece of paper)
ZAI: how about (strokes chin) we do food! And the main cabin could be lasagna!
ALANA: That’s something we could consider. I’ll write it down on the paper. (scribbles something on the paper)
ALIA: (raises hand excitedly) we should do something based off of history! For example, the roman and greek empires!
ALANA: Excellent! I’ll write that down. (writes down on her paper)
ALANA: So far I have three ideas. Can anyone think of at least two more please?
MOSS: I think a fall themed session would work well and be very aesthetic. Afterall, most of the SWC population is in the northern hemisphere. And it’s fall there currently.
ALANA: Okay, I would like two more please. (writes Moss’s idea down on the sheet)
AVE: Another sugestion, underwater sea life would be a really cute theme!
ALANA: (nods) (writes down on her paper)
ALANA: One more idea, then we’ll move onto voting for the theme!
AN UNIDENTIFIED GHOST: (floats through the walls) I have come to haunt the current hosts of SWC with a theme session. I suggest we do board games. (dissapears suddenly from room)
ALANA: That wasn’t weird at all, but okay I’ll add it down to the list.
ALANA: Okay, how about we narrow the list down to three themes? Raise your hand if you wouldn’t like the session theme to be disney.
(ALIA and AVE raise their hands.)
ALANA: (writes a note on her paper) You can put them down. Raise your hand if you wouldn’t like food to be the session theme.
(MOSS raises her hand.)
ALANA: (writes another tally near food.) Raise your hand if you wouldn’t want history to be the session theme.
(Nobody raises their hand)
ALANA: (takes a note on her sheet) Raise your hand if you wouldn’t want fall to be the session theme.
(Nobody raises their hand)
ALANA: (nods) Raise your hand if you wouldn’t want board games to be the session theme.
(ZAI and ROCKIE raise their hands.)
ALANA: It seems like we have a decision. We will not be doing disney or board games. We have fall, history, and food left for the session themes. We will now move into a second round of voting.
ALANA: (crosses out disney and board games on the paper) Raise your hand if you would like the theme to be history.
(ALIA raises her hand.)
ALANA: (writes a note) Raise your hand if you would like the theme to be fall.
(ZAI, ROCKIE, and MOSS raise their hands.)
ALANA: (nods) And finally, Raise your hand if you would like the theme to be food.
(AVE raises her hand.)
ALANA: It looks like the session theme will be fall!
Part 4
*names have been redacted in the post since I will be presenting this speech for speech class next week <3*
Hello everyone! Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the annual student awards ceremony! I am your host Kenzie (redacted). First off, I would like to thank the chefs for the delicious dinner we had and the musicians for our band during dinner. They did an absolutely wonderful job creating the food and I am very full after eating the steak and potatoes.
I would also like to thank everyone else who contributed to the fancy dinnner, such as everyone who decorated the tables and walls of this hall. I’d also like to thank any techy people that have worked on the lights for the stage and made it sound very nice in here.
We are entering the end of our night already! I can’t believe that our time together is almost over. Our last award that we have to give out is the biggest award we have to present yet! The recipient of the award will receive a plaque to hang on the wall as well as a 50,000 dollar scholarship for a college, and a free front row ticket for any concert of their choice hosted at this hall.
This award, called the National Award for Outstanding Homeschool Students, is a very hard award to earn. We give this award out every five years to students whom the judges have picked. Over 1,000 students apply for the award each time, but only one will make it out.
For this award, over 1,000 homeschooled high school students from all over the country submit a five page essay on a topic from the prompts list, earn GPAs over 4.0, compete to be the best student, participate in a talent show, participate in a science fair, earn many service hours, and various other competitions!
This student has been exceptionally talented and she stood out right away to the judges when we were looking through applications. Her GPA is 6.5, which is very high compared to the average of 3.0. She wrote a persuasive essay regarding why exercise is good for your mental health and physical wellbeing as well as a bonus essay regarding why we should give more funding to organizations such as Feed My Starving Children so that kids in other countries will receive the food that they can receive.
In our talent show, you may remember her as the girl who can recite over 500 digits of pi! She has an incredible memory and she had also, during the 10 minute interview with the judges, shared her skills of being able to memorize anything when she was younger. She has memorized entire shakesphere plays, books of the Bible, and 10 minute long songs. Her photographic memory is a huge asset for her.
I’d like to introduce you to this year's 2025 National Award for Outstanding Homeschool Students, (redacted) (redacted). Please give her a round of applause!
Congratulations, (redacted)!
Closing
Return to Kenzie's Library
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Tilly’s Weekly #1 - different forms of writing
(PART ONE - Poetry)
We saw what they built with the bl00d of our people
Monuments of incredible stature
Houses of worship with intricate steeple
Mansions of glittering gold-edged glass and pearly white stone
Sheltering elaborate belongings those who built them couldn’t dream to own
Cruel masters gleaned enjoyment from their suffering
Relished the power they’d forced into their hands
Indulging in the benefits of stolen lands
Lands taken from others’ birthright
Forcibly, with violence not at all slight
Inflicting scars that not only bl3d
Not only piled on burdens far heavier than lead
On the shoulders of them, but on their descendants after
With the inhumane oppression that tore families apart
Left more than children’s children’s children with no lines to trace to a start
Cruel masters saw them higher and desired to tear them down
To be their footstool, not the other way around
Consumed with envy at the abundance of their gift
Putrid green staining history until there is a shift
We saw what they built with the bl00d of our people
Palaces they claim with apologies but no atonement
Maybe they still rule mighty for the moment
But one day perhaps we’ll claim it back
Rise as one until they crack
201 words
(PART TWO - Songwriting)
Set The Storm Aflame
Verse 1:
They ch0ked our hopes to silence
Stifled our cries and tried to hide us
I thought one day we would fly
But their voices teared us down
Heartless laws cutting the deepest scar
And now I don’t know where you are
Pre-chorus:
There was fear that was trapped in darkness inside us
Created by their hate, spreading fires around us
I think back and perhaps we could of set the night alight
Just you and me
Chorus:
Oh, they called us insane
But we just dreamed
Eyes to the stars
Dreaming of what it could mean
To fly away
To be rid of this pain
Even just for a day
Oh, bl00d is red but yours shimmered gold
You held my hand through the ice and cold
Maybe at the end of the line
We’ll catch hands and dance until lightning sets the storm aflame
Verse 2:
They were bent on stamping it out
But deep within those wildflowers would still grow
Wind whispering ambition through their leaves
Driving me to believe we could take that leap
Fly to heights they said we’d never reach
“Chase those dreams” you’d say, but was there ever a way?
Pre-chorus:
There was fear that was trapped in darkness inside us
Created by their hate, spreading fires around us
It hurts but perhaps we could of set the night alight
Just you and me
Chorus:
Oh, they called us insane
But we just dreamed
Eyes to the stars
Dreaming of what it could mean
To fly away
To be rid of this pain
Even just for a day
Oh, bl00d is red but yours shimmered gold
You held my hand through the ice and cold
Maybe at the end of the line
We’ll catch hands and dance until lightning sets the storm aflame
Bridge:
I tried
The will was inside
Then they took it all from me
I tried but the courage d!ed
When I couldn’t see those eyes
Snowflakes twinkling in grey
Perfect until their light faded away
It felt like I couldn’t rebel against that iron alone
Arctic cold
The steel hands of
Pre-chorus:
The fear that was trapped in darkness inside us
Created by their hate, spreading fires around us
I think back and perhaps we could of set the night alight
Just you and me
Chorus:
Oh, they called us insane
But we just dreamed
Eyes to the stars
Dreaming of what it could mean
To fly away
To be rid of this pain
Even just for a day
Oh, bl00d is red but yours shimmered gold
You held my hand through the ice and cold
Maybe at the end of the line
We’ll catch hands and dance until lightning sets the storm aflame
Maybe one day
449 words
(PART THREE - Scriptwriting)
INT. HOSPITAL HALL - DAY
OWEN slips out of a hospital room, dialing a number on his phone with one hand while closing the door with the other. He looks up and down the hallway. A couple of people stroll past in the background. He finds a corner to hide as the phone rings. Someone answers the phone, and he lifts it to his ear.
OWEN
Mel?
MELANIE (V.O.)
Owen, hey. Everything okay?
OWEN
(Glances down the hall again) Uh…maybe. Are you busy?
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. MELANIE’S KITCHEN ISLAND - DAY
MELANIE
(Flicking through papers sprawled on the counter with one hand, holding her phone with the other) Well, I’m still gathering information on Cardin, but we can talk. What is it?
OWEN
(Hesitating, on edge) I…I’m worried about Cardin.
MELANIE
(Pause) Well, that makes two of us, but I think she’s going to be fine.
OWEN
No, Mel, it’s…(sigh) I can’t shake the feeling that the doctors are doing something wrong. On purpose.
MELANIE
(Leans back in her chair, serious) What do you mean?
OWEN
Something doesn’t look right with what they’ve attached to her. Call me paranoid, but I took a picture and I want to send it to you.
MELANIE
(Frowning) Go ahead.
OWEN starts tapping on his screen, checking his surroundings again warily for passers by. He lifts the phone to his ear.
OWEN
Okay, I sent it. Check it out.
MELANIE lowers her phone and opens the new message. A picture fills the screen—monitors, tubes, IV lines snaking into Cardin’s body.
OWEN
Did you get it?
MELANIE
(Slowly, unfocused) Yeah…I’m looking at it, and…
She gasps.
OWEN
(Tense) What is it?
No reply
OWEN
Mel, answer me.
MELANIE fumbles through the image, zooming in on parts.
MELANIE
Man…you’re right, Owen. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. They’ve got…actually, I don’t know what they’ve got connected to her. But something’s wrong with it.
OWEN
(Closes his eyes, inhales) Is there any way you can find out what they’re doing?
MELANIE
(Sits upright, drags laptop towards her) Yeah, I can send this to John. I think he’ll know what’s going on.
OWEN
John…does he…did you tell him about all this?
MELANIE
(Pause) No, I haven’t actually. Do you think I should keep it a secret, then?
OWEN
We weren’t exactly planning on letting anyone else in on this.
MELANIE
You’re right—but are you sure we can’t trust him? I don’t have to tell him everything, but I know he’ll understand what they’re putting inside her. He’d make a pretty invaluable ally.
OWEN opens his mouth, but a hospital staff member walks by, so he waits.
MELANIE
Owen, are you still there?
OWEN watches until the staff member leaves.
OWEN
Yeah, sorry. Trying to keep a low profile, y’know? Okay, send it to John. Tell him as much as you need to.
MELANIE
All over it.
DR. NEESON walks round the corner and spots Owen.
DR. NEESON
Owen! I’m just heading in to check on Cardin. Are you coming?
OWEN
(Hushed) Mel, I have to go. Do what you have to do and don’t forget to find out more about the ship.
He hangs up, stepping out of his hiding spot.
OWEN
Hey, Doc. Sure, I’ll be right there.
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(PART FOUR - SPEECHWRITING)
The world calls football ‘the beautiful game’, and I think I now truly understand why.
Football is everywhere–the most popular sport on the planet, with everyone talking about it, and the highly esteemed World Cup generating staggering viewership every time it comes around. But for most of my life, I never really paid attention to it.
My mind was focused on a lot of other things—reading books, watching my favourite movies, writing stories of my own, creating things whether with paper or yarn or ingredients to make food to eat. All kinds of other hobbies were central in my free time. I still saw football everywhere, though I usually left it in the back of my mind.
I remember days in the playground overhearing the boys asking “Messi or Ronaldo?” without knowing who on earth those people were, and trading football player cards was also popular, though again I didn’t pay much attention. A relative of mine is a huge Chelsea fan, though, so I ended up sitting with her watching them in the Premier League and cheering whenever they scored just to bond, without knowing a single rule of the game or any of the players’ names or faces. I also remember sitting down and watching a documentary with my family about Ronaldo, which is likely the first time I actually got to know who he was, but again I didn’t look much further at football after the film ended.
Then in 2021 came the Euro, which had been postponed to that year from the previous due to the pandemic. My mum put on the final and we all sat down to watch, rooting for England because my mum was even though I still didn’t know the rules. But I think that is when I began to truly grasp some of them. England losing was quite sad, but after the match football drifted to the background once again, and I never thought about it until the next Euros in 2024 came around.
That changed everything. I remembered that year was Euros year and briefly wondered if England were playing and how they would do, so I began following their journey through highlights and live Tw!tt3r reactions on Google. Then I roped my family in to keep up with them, and by the quarter-final we started watching their matches live for real, cheering them on as they got far in the competition. They made it to the final, and by then, I was head over heels with the sport.
Perhaps I was too infatuated, because when England lost to Spain in that final, it hit me way harder than it should have—yes, I cried—but more than a year since that summer and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I followed an England player to his club, and the rest is history.
My new obsession made me realise why football is the biggest sport in the world, why so many people love it, why I had always heard it being talked about around me. Something about it all is so captivating. From kick off to the final whistle, it commands the attention of millions worldwide, brings together otherwise starkly different communities simply for bonding over favourite teams, and creates atmospheres of boundless encouragement, and, in the events of team victories, dizzying joy.
As with nearly everything, it has its downsides—the heartbreaks of losing major matches, the few so-called “fans” who only slander players and condone violence on the field, the evidence of matches at the elite level often being rigged.
But on the whole, the sport earns its name of “the beautiful game”. Uniting people across continents, bringing entertainment and joy to many. The performances full of flair from the players on the pitch is always riveting to watch, and of course, the best parts come when you get to see your team lift the highly esteemed, hard-earned silverware at the end of a season.
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(PART ONE - Poetry)
We saw what they built with the bl00d of our people
Monuments of incredible stature
Houses of worship with intricate steeple
Mansions of glittering gold-edged glass and pearly white stone
Sheltering elaborate belongings those who built them couldn’t dream to own
Cruel masters gleaned enjoyment from their suffering
Relished the power they’d forced into their hands
Indulging in the benefits of stolen lands
Lands taken from others’ birthright
Forcibly, with violence not at all slight
Inflicting scars that not only bl3d
Not only piled on burdens far heavier than lead
On the shoulders of them, but on their descendants after
With the inhumane oppression that tore families apart
Left more than children’s children’s children with no lines to trace to a start
Cruel masters saw them higher and desired to tear them down
To be their footstool, not the other way around
Consumed with envy at the abundance of their gift
Putrid green staining history until there is a shift
We saw what they built with the bl00d of our people
Palaces they claim with apologies but no atonement
Maybe they still rule mighty for the moment
But one day perhaps we’ll claim it back
Rise as one until they crack
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(PART TWO - Songwriting)
Set The Storm Aflame
Verse 1:
They ch0ked our hopes to silence
Stifled our cries and tried to hide us
I thought one day we would fly
But their voices teared us down
Heartless laws cutting the deepest scar
And now I don’t know where you are
Pre-chorus:
There was fear that was trapped in darkness inside us
Created by their hate, spreading fires around us
I think back and perhaps we could of set the night alight
Just you and me
Chorus:
Oh, they called us insane
But we just dreamed
Eyes to the stars
Dreaming of what it could mean
To fly away
To be rid of this pain
Even just for a day
Oh, bl00d is red but yours shimmered gold
You held my hand through the ice and cold
Maybe at the end of the line
We’ll catch hands and dance until lightning sets the storm aflame
Verse 2:
They were bent on stamping it out
But deep within those wildflowers would still grow
Wind whispering ambition through their leaves
Driving me to believe we could take that leap
Fly to heights they said we’d never reach
“Chase those dreams” you’d say, but was there ever a way?
Pre-chorus:
There was fear that was trapped in darkness inside us
Created by their hate, spreading fires around us
It hurts but perhaps we could of set the night alight
Just you and me
Chorus:
Oh, they called us insane
But we just dreamed
Eyes to the stars
Dreaming of what it could mean
To fly away
To be rid of this pain
Even just for a day
Oh, bl00d is red but yours shimmered gold
You held my hand through the ice and cold
Maybe at the end of the line
We’ll catch hands and dance until lightning sets the storm aflame
Bridge:
I tried
The will was inside
Then they took it all from me
I tried but the courage d!ed
When I couldn’t see those eyes
Snowflakes twinkling in grey
Perfect until their light faded away
It felt like I couldn’t rebel against that iron alone
Arctic cold
The steel hands of
Pre-chorus:
The fear that was trapped in darkness inside us
Created by their hate, spreading fires around us
I think back and perhaps we could of set the night alight
Just you and me
Chorus:
Oh, they called us insane
But we just dreamed
Eyes to the stars
Dreaming of what it could mean
To fly away
To be rid of this pain
Even just for a day
Oh, bl00d is red but yours shimmered gold
You held my hand through the ice and cold
Maybe at the end of the line
We’ll catch hands and dance until lightning sets the storm aflame
Maybe one day
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(PART THREE - Scriptwriting)
INT. HOSPITAL HALL - DAY
OWEN slips out of a hospital room, dialing a number on his phone with one hand while closing the door with the other. He looks up and down the hallway. A couple of people stroll past in the background. He finds a corner to hide as the phone rings. Someone answers the phone, and he lifts it to his ear.
OWEN
Mel?
MELANIE (V.O.)
Owen, hey. Everything okay?
OWEN
(Glances down the hall again) Uh…maybe. Are you busy?
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. MELANIE’S KITCHEN ISLAND - DAY
MELANIE
(Flicking through papers sprawled on the counter with one hand, holding her phone with the other) Well, I’m still gathering information on Cardin, but we can talk. What is it?
OWEN
(Hesitating, on edge) I…I’m worried about Cardin.
MELANIE
(Pause) Well, that makes two of us, but I think she’s going to be fine.
OWEN
No, Mel, it’s…(sigh) I can’t shake the feeling that the doctors are doing something wrong. On purpose.
MELANIE
(Leans back in her chair, serious) What do you mean?
OWEN
Something doesn’t look right with what they’ve attached to her. Call me paranoid, but I took a picture and I want to send it to you.
MELANIE
(Frowning) Go ahead.
OWEN starts tapping on his screen, checking his surroundings again warily for passers by. He lifts the phone to his ear.
OWEN
Okay, I sent it. Check it out.
MELANIE lowers her phone and opens the new message. A picture fills the screen—monitors, tubes, IV lines snaking into Cardin’s body.
OWEN
Did you get it?
MELANIE
(Slowly, unfocused) Yeah…I’m looking at it, and…
She gasps.
OWEN
(Tense) What is it?
No reply
OWEN
Mel, answer me.
MELANIE fumbles through the image, zooming in on parts.
MELANIE
Man…you’re right, Owen. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. They’ve got…actually, I don’t know what they’ve got connected to her. But something’s wrong with it.
OWEN
(Closes his eyes, inhales) Is there any way you can find out what they’re doing?
MELANIE
(Sits upright, drags laptop towards her) Yeah, I can send this to John. I think he’ll know what’s going on.
OWEN
John…does he…did you tell him about all this?
MELANIE
(Pause) No, I haven’t actually. Do you think I should keep it a secret, then?
OWEN
We weren’t exactly planning on letting anyone else in on this.
MELANIE
You’re right—but are you sure we can’t trust him? I don’t have to tell him everything, but I know he’ll understand what they’re putting inside her. He’d make a pretty invaluable ally.
OWEN opens his mouth, but a hospital staff member walks by, so he waits.
MELANIE
Owen, are you still there?
OWEN watches until the staff member leaves.
OWEN
Yeah, sorry. Trying to keep a low profile, y’know? Okay, send it to John. Tell him as much as you need to.
MELANIE
All over it.
DR. NEESON walks round the corner and spots Owen.
DR. NEESON
Owen! I’m just heading in to check on Cardin. Are you coming?
OWEN
(Hushed) Mel, I have to go. Do what you have to do and don’t forget to find out more about the ship.
He hangs up, stepping out of his hiding spot.
OWEN
Hey, Doc. Sure, I’ll be right there.
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(PART FOUR - SPEECHWRITING)
The world calls football ‘the beautiful game’, and I think I now truly understand why.
Football is everywhere–the most popular sport on the planet, with everyone talking about it, and the highly esteemed World Cup generating staggering viewership every time it comes around. But for most of my life, I never really paid attention to it.
My mind was focused on a lot of other things—reading books, watching my favourite movies, writing stories of my own, creating things whether with paper or yarn or ingredients to make food to eat. All kinds of other hobbies were central in my free time. I still saw football everywhere, though I usually left it in the back of my mind.
I remember days in the playground overhearing the boys asking “Messi or Ronaldo?” without knowing who on earth those people were, and trading football player cards was also popular, though again I didn’t pay much attention. A relative of mine is a huge Chelsea fan, though, so I ended up sitting with her watching them in the Premier League and cheering whenever they scored just to bond, without knowing a single rule of the game or any of the players’ names or faces. I also remember sitting down and watching a documentary with my family about Ronaldo, which is likely the first time I actually got to know who he was, but again I didn’t look much further at football after the film ended.
Then in 2021 came the Euro, which had been postponed to that year from the previous due to the pandemic. My mum put on the final and we all sat down to watch, rooting for England because my mum was even though I still didn’t know the rules. But I think that is when I began to truly grasp some of them. England losing was quite sad, but after the match football drifted to the background once again, and I never thought about it until the next Euros in 2024 came around.
That changed everything. I remembered that year was Euros year and briefly wondered if England were playing and how they would do, so I began following their journey through highlights and live Tw!tt3r reactions on Google. Then I roped my family in to keep up with them, and by the quarter-final we started watching their matches live for real, cheering them on as they got far in the competition. They made it to the final, and by then, I was head over heels with the sport.
Perhaps I was too infatuated, because when England lost to Spain in that final, it hit me way harder than it should have—yes, I cried—but more than a year since that summer and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I followed an England player to his club, and the rest is history.
My new obsession made me realise why football is the biggest sport in the world, why so many people love it, why I had always heard it being talked about around me. Something about it all is so captivating. From kick off to the final whistle, it commands the attention of millions worldwide, brings together otherwise starkly different communities simply for bonding over favourite teams, and creates atmospheres of boundless encouragement, and, in the events of team victories, dizzying joy.
As with nearly everything, it has its downsides—the heartbreaks of losing major matches, the few so-called “fans” who only slander players and condone violence on the field, the evidence of matches at the elite level often being rigged.
But on the whole, the sport earns its name of “the beautiful game”. Uniting people across continents, bringing entertainment and joy to many. The performances full of flair from the players on the pitch is always riveting to watch, and of course, the best parts come when you get to see your team lift the highly esteemed, hard-earned silverware at the end of a season.
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- IvyCreations
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Cabin wars !
The first sound Mara heard was the wind—low, hollow, almost human. It slipped through the splintered ribs of the buildings, humming against glassless windows, carrying the smell of rain and something faintly metallic. She stood at the edge of what used to be her street, her boots sinking into the grit, and listened as if the wind might answer back.
It had been thirty-seven days since the last voice went silent on the radio. Thirty-seven days since she’d stopped pretending anyone was coming. Yet every morning she still climbed to the rooftop and scanned the horizon. Habit, maybe. Hope, if she were being generous with herself.
Her hands were raw from rebuilding the barricade, though she no longer remembered what she was keeping out. The city had grown quiet enough that she could hear her own pulse, stubborn and steady. Some nights, when the sky was clear enough to show the stars again, she caught herself wondering why her heart hadn’t learned to stop.
Inside the hollow shell of the apartment, the air still smelled faintly of warmth—coffee, dust, a trace of him. She never said his name aloud anymore. The silence felt sacred, like a fragile truce between the past and whatever waited beyond the morning.
She touched the cracked photo on the wall—two figures laughing, blurred by time—and felt that small, traitorous spark again. It wasn’t hope, not exactly. It was the echo of something that refused to die.
Somewhere beyond the city, a light flickered once. Then again.
Mara lifted her head.
“And yet,” she whispered.
Middle and end by Ivy and Isa to complete the war <3
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And yet, there was nothing left for her. The walls around her felt like an empty shell, and rather than its inhabitant, she felt like its ghost. A living being haunting a dead building. It had been far too long since two lilting voices had echoed through the tight space. Though it had always felt a bit too small, they had always made it work. Now, it felt far too large for one person.
Every day she reflected on the night she’d spent as a mindless servant, building something without any reason or rhyme to it. There was something she was keeping out, but she didn’t know what she was protecting anymore.
The sun filtered through the boarded windows and shards of broken glass, the same sun that made the daylight too dangerous for life. Not that there was any left. Just her, and her endless duty to this protection.
Her hands went to her boots as she prepared to sleep through as much of the daylight as she could. Their soles had worn down quite a bit, unchangeably caked in dirt and mud and whatever gunk she picked up off the streets every night. Again, she turned on the radio, hoping for new news, but as always, the only sound she heard was static. With a sigh, she leaned back against the bed that hadn’t felt comfortable for far too long. She’d given up on cleaning around here, and almost everything she owned went untouched. There wasn’t any reason to draw anything anymore.
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Isa's turn !!!
- CaleMoretti
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New Scratcher
15 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Old weekly attempt 
Daisy sat in her literature class, and picked up a pencil. This week, they were going over poetry, and given the events that had happened to her recently, she had definitely welcomed this escape. Looking at her paper, she hesitated a little and started attempting to write, only to see a poem already on her paper.
“I swear I grabbed an empty sheet…”
She looks at the paper in dismay, and almost tears it up. However, her curiosity gets the best of her and she begins reading.
As the forest wakes and the seas roar
As nature’s wrath descends
As myths and legends rise once more
The seneschal of metal who neither breaks nor bends
The librarian of history, keeper of lost rhyme
The everlasting flower, from which life will ascend
A maze of life lives, prevailing in age past its prime
A maze of time waits for the end, to be forgotten in memory
A maze of sound screams of warning, listening for the bloom and chime
Listen here, look close, snap out of your reverie
Listen to the sounds of the night, the sounds of the wild
Listen to the cries of the fallen, screaming of treachery
Reach out. Go forth, bloom, unfurl your petals and listen to your heart my child.
“That ended pretty abruptly.” Daisy whips her head around to see her teacher looking over her shoulder and reading the poem.
The teacher looked at Daisy and consoled her. “I mean, it makes sense, it’s a terza rima, which can technically extend infinitely. The pattern of rhymes go ABA, BCB, CDC and so on, and the way to end it would usually be having two words that rhyme with each other in consecutive lines.” Daisy sat in silence, listening attentively to the teacher. She began contemplating the meaning of the poem in her head. “Does that mean that there may be other parts of the poem out there?” Of course, she didn’t say this out loud. She was definitely planning on turning this in for her assignment.
Maril trudged through the forest, loneliness creeping on him. He still didn’t know how to get out, and had almost resorted to talking to his magical map. Fortunately he regained his sanity a moment before he asked it a question. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to stand the amount of jokes and mockery he would receive from it. He started to hum a tune to himself based on his recent experiences. If one ever got bored of wondering what they had done to end up in this situation, they could always make it into a song!
Took myself a buggy and a carriage with six pence to my name
Left in the dark and entered the other day with my head hung in shame
Let me recount my journey for you mister it sure is a tale
It began at Evergreen all the way to Riverdale!
When I reached the first crossroads that I had in mind.
I took a wrong left and made myself a camp so I could unwind
It was only when I woke that I realized
I sure was a long way from where I had been assigned.
Now listen to me, I swear to be truthful with what I say
I had encountered a magical forest on my way
The trees were taller than mountains and the wind was sharper than a knife
Looking back I’m not sure how I even escaped the strife
I even found a bull with horns and a human body chased after me
I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me places I thought I would never see
After days of running and not even finding the time to take a nap
I said to myself, looking back probably I shoulda listened to my map!
“Dang right you should’ve” yelled out a voice from his belt. Maril looked at the parchment paper in his clip in dismay.
“Just exactly how long have you been listening to me?”
“Oh just the entire time. I got tired of your singing and horrendous song creation since it sounds like a dead horse, and you were already making fun of yourself so I thought, ‘why not join in on the fun!”
“I’m really going to rip you into shreds this time.”
LARGE KINGDOM
A king is about to prepare a speech, and is looking onwards at a crowd. He is currently standing on the balcony of a castle standing on a red carpet. He is standing in front of mirror, making sure his regality and formality is also shown through his wardrobe. He stares at the mirror.
ENTER ATTENDANT
Sir, your speech is in 5.
KING
(looks at the attendant with clear worry on his face)
I know, just give me time! The butler found a speck of white on my black button and had gone to find a replacement! It's important that I keep a well-polished appearance in front of the citizens. After all, if their king isn’t able to keep even himself presentable, what would that say about the rest of the kingdom?
Attendant
(Wonders if this was really worth stressing over)
Sir, while the button is important, you must make sure that you are not late to the address. Trifling yourself over such small matters will only impact the speech negatively. You must calm yourself down and get ready.
ENTER BUTLER
Sir! Your button is here!
KING
Oh thank me, I have been beginning to wonder whether or not you got lost on the way! Now quickly, we must not be late to the speech.
(The butler starts sewing the button on to the king’s robe)
KING
(Getting impatient)
Uhhh Bernard.
BUTLER
Yes?
KING
How long does it usually take to sew a button?
BUTLER
Not that long my lord, I’m almost finished
KING
(looks at the clock in his room)
You know it’s almost time right?
BUTLER
I know, just let me finish this
(butler almost finishes sewing)
KING
Ok, you can finish up while I’m walking, I need to get there now.
BUTLER
I’ve already finished my lord
KING
(in surprise)
Great, my address is ready and I will now appear in front of hundreds of citizens…
(starts getting a little anxious)
As the king walks up to the balcony he looks out to see an empty square.
ATTENDANT
Your majesty, you do know that in 5 means 5 hours right?
Derrick looks at the script and chuckles to himself. Man, I wonder what the King’s speech even was. He skips forward in the book.
“Fellow citizens of our nation, we must look forward to a brighter future for our kingdom. I know that times of strife have run rampant across our lands, but we must hold fast and keep our heads down. The crops this year look to be better than the past years, and we will be able to support our growing population. Our kingdom’s infrastructure will also soon undergo massive changes and improvements, and I hope you are all looking forward to the changes that are coming. I must now address the elephant in the room. With the upcoming war, we must make changes to the way that we are living, all of us, including myself. While it is up to a leader to lead their nation through diplomacy and making good decisions, it is another thing for them to lead through their example and actions. I ask you all to remember the glory of our kingdom when going through harsh times, and to look at me when your pride and spirit waver. Let me be your idol, your role model. I will bring this nation to a glorious future, not just through legislation, speeches, and empty words, but through action and decisiveness. If we are to withstand the upcoming war, the first thing we need is spirit. A will to live, a will to fight, a will to look forward to the future. I am not perfect, let us not get this wrong, and it would not be best to believe me so. But I know that I am the better option. A great leader may expand a nation’s borders, pull it out from poverty into prosperity, and make thousands of changes to it and will never be a true leader without the trust of the people. That is why I must ask for all of you to trust and believe in me. It is not the time now to think about what we do not have, and what I can’t do when looking at the tomfoolery that is the council and their shortsightedness, but to think about what we can do for the future of our kingdom. A war will happen, no matter what we do to try and prevent it. The council refuses to believe this, and still foolishly think it may be stopped. I believe it is time to leave the comfort and peace and to follow a leader. Of course, I will be nominating myself for this matter, but what we need now is action, not deliberation. I will repeat myself: A true leader is not formed by their empty words and promises of peace. Anyone can do such an empty action as speaking. All it takes is a mouth and a windpipe. A true leader, leads by their actions, which is why I trust you all to look at my actions and the councils, and to block out the hollow sounds made by the old fools. And remember, no matter what happens, believe in yourself to make the right choice. Even if you choose the board of snakes over me, this nation may still prosper if there is something material for you to believe in aside from imaginary promises and metaphorical words.
Hydra attempt:
Looking back at the scarab, Daisy and her black-haired friend's face show a look of horror. The glowing lines on the back of the beetle quickly turn green.
“Don’t tell me… you guys picked up two green talismans?” The rest of the group looked at the two in horror, and started to slowly back away. A spectacled boy with blond hair looked towards the pair and tried to signal for them to run away with them with a nod of his head.
“You think we’re just going to leave this here? We have to do something about this! I mean, look at the state of the school right now, we’re the only ones who know what’s going on right now, and if we start yelling this out at the top of our lungs, the situation is just going to get worse! Also wouldn’t this implicate him?” The group slowly starts to understand Daisy’s reasoning. Even though this was completely accidental, their friend had brought in a green talisman into a public area, where it then proceeded to wreak havoc on the area around it. They stood frozen, in the middle of the cafeteria as the shrill sounds of screaming ringed around them.
Chapter 5: Derrick
Derrick was woken up by the sounds of an alarm. He peeked out of the office he was taking a siesta in and found his fellow captain and vice-captain preparing to head out. “Apparently there has been a sighting of two green talismans that look like bugs. We suspect that they are both green, and are causing structural damage in a school building.” The captain started quickly explaining the situation to Derrick. Ever since he had been moved to a new branch, far away from Tourelle, he had lost a certain luster that he usually had. This was also reflected in his talisman's absorbed power declining in ability. Usually he would be able to move metal around him in a five-meter area, but the range had been reduced to three. He had originally chalked it up due to old age at first, but it kept decreasing to the point where he realized something was wrong with him. The events at the forest had most likely traumatized him and changed his personality significantly. He was now a lot more reserved and careful, as compared to the flamboyant captain who would attempt to find a way out of any situation using the most insane and crazy methods possible.
He suited up and left the sector with his fellow guardians. It had taken around 10 minutes for them to get to an area near the site. It was there that they had found a white-haired spectacled boy looking at a glass jar with a green bug in it. The lines on the shell of the bug were constantly shifting and changing, while also glowing with a green/purple-ish hue. The boy seemed entranced in the lines, and was carefully trying to decipher what image the lines were forming.
These are unassorted stories that I will sort out later on
Check out my main thread for more context on these stories:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139
Daisy sat in her literature class, and picked up a pencil. This week, they were going over poetry, and given the events that had happened to her recently, she had definitely welcomed this escape. Looking at her paper, she hesitated a little and started attempting to write, only to see a poem already on her paper.
“I swear I grabbed an empty sheet…”
She looks at the paper in dismay, and almost tears it up. However, her curiosity gets the best of her and she begins reading.
As the forest wakes and the seas roar
As nature’s wrath descends
As myths and legends rise once more
The seneschal of metal who neither breaks nor bends
The librarian of history, keeper of lost rhyme
The everlasting flower, from which life will ascend
A maze of life lives, prevailing in age past its prime
A maze of time waits for the end, to be forgotten in memory
A maze of sound screams of warning, listening for the bloom and chime
Listen here, look close, snap out of your reverie
Listen to the sounds of the night, the sounds of the wild
Listen to the cries of the fallen, screaming of treachery
Reach out. Go forth, bloom, unfurl your petals and listen to your heart my child.
“That ended pretty abruptly.” Daisy whips her head around to see her teacher looking over her shoulder and reading the poem.
The teacher looked at Daisy and consoled her. “I mean, it makes sense, it’s a terza rima, which can technically extend infinitely. The pattern of rhymes go ABA, BCB, CDC and so on, and the way to end it would usually be having two words that rhyme with each other in consecutive lines.” Daisy sat in silence, listening attentively to the teacher. She began contemplating the meaning of the poem in her head. “Does that mean that there may be other parts of the poem out there?” Of course, she didn’t say this out loud. She was definitely planning on turning this in for her assignment.
Maril trudged through the forest, loneliness creeping on him. He still didn’t know how to get out, and had almost resorted to talking to his magical map. Fortunately he regained his sanity a moment before he asked it a question. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to stand the amount of jokes and mockery he would receive from it. He started to hum a tune to himself based on his recent experiences. If one ever got bored of wondering what they had done to end up in this situation, they could always make it into a song!
Took myself a buggy and a carriage with six pence to my name
Left in the dark and entered the other day with my head hung in shame
Let me recount my journey for you mister it sure is a tale
It began at Evergreen all the way to Riverdale!
When I reached the first crossroads that I had in mind.
I took a wrong left and made myself a camp so I could unwind
It was only when I woke that I realized
I sure was a long way from where I had been assigned.
Now listen to me, I swear to be truthful with what I say
I had encountered a magical forest on my way
The trees were taller than mountains and the wind was sharper than a knife
Looking back I’m not sure how I even escaped the strife
I even found a bull with horns and a human body chased after me
I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me places I thought I would never see
After days of running and not even finding the time to take a nap
I said to myself, looking back probably I shoulda listened to my map!
“Dang right you should’ve” yelled out a voice from his belt. Maril looked at the parchment paper in his clip in dismay.
“Just exactly how long have you been listening to me?”
“Oh just the entire time. I got tired of your singing and horrendous song creation since it sounds like a dead horse, and you were already making fun of yourself so I thought, ‘why not join in on the fun!”
“I’m really going to rip you into shreds this time.”
LARGE KINGDOM
A king is about to prepare a speech, and is looking onwards at a crowd. He is currently standing on the balcony of a castle standing on a red carpet. He is standing in front of mirror, making sure his regality and formality is also shown through his wardrobe. He stares at the mirror.
ENTER ATTENDANT
Sir, your speech is in 5.
KING
(looks at the attendant with clear worry on his face)
I know, just give me time! The butler found a speck of white on my black button and had gone to find a replacement! It's important that I keep a well-polished appearance in front of the citizens. After all, if their king isn’t able to keep even himself presentable, what would that say about the rest of the kingdom?
Attendant
(Wonders if this was really worth stressing over)
Sir, while the button is important, you must make sure that you are not late to the address. Trifling yourself over such small matters will only impact the speech negatively. You must calm yourself down and get ready.
ENTER BUTLER
Sir! Your button is here!
KING
Oh thank me, I have been beginning to wonder whether or not you got lost on the way! Now quickly, we must not be late to the speech.
(The butler starts sewing the button on to the king’s robe)
KING
(Getting impatient)
Uhhh Bernard.
BUTLER
Yes?
KING
How long does it usually take to sew a button?
BUTLER
Not that long my lord, I’m almost finished
KING
(looks at the clock in his room)
You know it’s almost time right?
BUTLER
I know, just let me finish this
(butler almost finishes sewing)
KING
Ok, you can finish up while I’m walking, I need to get there now.
BUTLER
I’ve already finished my lord
KING
(in surprise)
Great, my address is ready and I will now appear in front of hundreds of citizens…
(starts getting a little anxious)
As the king walks up to the balcony he looks out to see an empty square.
ATTENDANT
Your majesty, you do know that in 5 means 5 hours right?
Derrick looks at the script and chuckles to himself. Man, I wonder what the King’s speech even was. He skips forward in the book.
“Fellow citizens of our nation, we must look forward to a brighter future for our kingdom. I know that times of strife have run rampant across our lands, but we must hold fast and keep our heads down. The crops this year look to be better than the past years, and we will be able to support our growing population. Our kingdom’s infrastructure will also soon undergo massive changes and improvements, and I hope you are all looking forward to the changes that are coming. I must now address the elephant in the room. With the upcoming war, we must make changes to the way that we are living, all of us, including myself. While it is up to a leader to lead their nation through diplomacy and making good decisions, it is another thing for them to lead through their example and actions. I ask you all to remember the glory of our kingdom when going through harsh times, and to look at me when your pride and spirit waver. Let me be your idol, your role model. I will bring this nation to a glorious future, not just through legislation, speeches, and empty words, but through action and decisiveness. If we are to withstand the upcoming war, the first thing we need is spirit. A will to live, a will to fight, a will to look forward to the future. I am not perfect, let us not get this wrong, and it would not be best to believe me so. But I know that I am the better option. A great leader may expand a nation’s borders, pull it out from poverty into prosperity, and make thousands of changes to it and will never be a true leader without the trust of the people. That is why I must ask for all of you to trust and believe in me. It is not the time now to think about what we do not have, and what I can’t do when looking at the tomfoolery that is the council and their shortsightedness, but to think about what we can do for the future of our kingdom. A war will happen, no matter what we do to try and prevent it. The council refuses to believe this, and still foolishly think it may be stopped. I believe it is time to leave the comfort and peace and to follow a leader. Of course, I will be nominating myself for this matter, but what we need now is action, not deliberation. I will repeat myself: A true leader is not formed by their empty words and promises of peace. Anyone can do such an empty action as speaking. All it takes is a mouth and a windpipe. A true leader, leads by their actions, which is why I trust you all to look at my actions and the councils, and to block out the hollow sounds made by the old fools. And remember, no matter what happens, believe in yourself to make the right choice. Even if you choose the board of snakes over me, this nation may still prosper if there is something material for you to believe in aside from imaginary promises and metaphorical words.
Hydra attempt:
Looking back at the scarab, Daisy and her black-haired friend's face show a look of horror. The glowing lines on the back of the beetle quickly turn green.
“Don’t tell me… you guys picked up two green talismans?” The rest of the group looked at the two in horror, and started to slowly back away. A spectacled boy with blond hair looked towards the pair and tried to signal for them to run away with them with a nod of his head.
“You think we’re just going to leave this here? We have to do something about this! I mean, look at the state of the school right now, we’re the only ones who know what’s going on right now, and if we start yelling this out at the top of our lungs, the situation is just going to get worse! Also wouldn’t this implicate him?” The group slowly starts to understand Daisy’s reasoning. Even though this was completely accidental, their friend had brought in a green talisman into a public area, where it then proceeded to wreak havoc on the area around it. They stood frozen, in the middle of the cafeteria as the shrill sounds of screaming ringed around them.
Chapter 5: Derrick
Derrick was woken up by the sounds of an alarm. He peeked out of the office he was taking a siesta in and found his fellow captain and vice-captain preparing to head out. “Apparently there has been a sighting of two green talismans that look like bugs. We suspect that they are both green, and are causing structural damage in a school building.” The captain started quickly explaining the situation to Derrick. Ever since he had been moved to a new branch, far away from Tourelle, he had lost a certain luster that he usually had. This was also reflected in his talisman's absorbed power declining in ability. Usually he would be able to move metal around him in a five-meter area, but the range had been reduced to three. He had originally chalked it up due to old age at first, but it kept decreasing to the point where he realized something was wrong with him. The events at the forest had most likely traumatized him and changed his personality significantly. He was now a lot more reserved and careful, as compared to the flamboyant captain who would attempt to find a way out of any situation using the most insane and crazy methods possible.
He suited up and left the sector with his fellow guardians. It had taken around 10 minutes for them to get to an area near the site. It was there that they had found a white-haired spectacled boy looking at a glass jar with a green bug in it. The lines on the shell of the bug were constantly shifting and changing, while also glowing with a green/purple-ish hue. The boy seemed entranced in the lines, and was carefully trying to decipher what image the lines were forming.
These are unassorted stories that I will sort out later on
Check out my main thread for more context on these stories:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
remnants of a past (one i did not know)
alt. title: bea gets weirdly sentimental at 8:30 at night for no reason
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alt. title: bea gets weirdly sentimental at 8:30 at night for no reason
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The cold breeze of the air condition biting at my skin
It’s not quite winter yet, but it’s too warm for the heater.
The A/C is not a freezing, stinging cold—
Simply the tingle of touching something cooler than you.
It gently billows the pages of the book I’m reading.
The pages are yellowed slightly
The book is old, printed before my time.
I flip a page, entering a new chapter
A stamp, inky but long since faded stares at me
Not accusingly
Not mockingly
Just stares
Simply a remnant of a past I never knew.
I don’t know the library
I’ve never even heard of it
The name and sequence of numbers are unfamiliar
In fact, I’m not even sure if that library is in my area
Or if it even still exists.
The book isn’t quite a hand me down
Just something I got secondhand at a bookstore
A name is scrawled in black sharpie on the copyright page
It’s still bold, not faded in the slightest.
I don’t know the person it belonged to
I’ve never even heard his name before.
I don’t even know if he’s the one who sold it to the bookstore
Or if he’s the one who bought it from the library first.
But the book is loved
Even if it’s not quite new.
The pages are yellow, but they aren’t bent.
The spine is cracked, white lines marring the title and author.
But the cover is clean,
The pages only filled with the words printed on page.
The book is loved.
Even if it’s a remnant of a past that I never knew.
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Scratcher
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
Okay so after I wrote my little extra bit for the weekly, I decided to do the daily!! Which meant I took a much needed break from screens. During this break I practiced violin. I recently got a new violin so I've been working on learning that. I took a couple lessons a few months ago but haven't played since then so it's pretty frustrating having to relearn everything and not have it sound as good as I want it to. But it's also quite rewarding as I progress and and figure things out again. I played the most basic song I could think of (Mary Had A Little Lamb) and it's sounding better than it did a few days ago, which is nice. After that I decided to read part of a magazine that I got a few days ago. It's called Brio and I've had a subscription since I was 12. It's a Christian magazine made for teen girls and since it's designed for such a wide age range obviously some things aren't going to apply to me any more now that I'm older, but it's still a fun magazine with the occasional good tidbit. And then I realized I'd been sitting for a while so I got up and did a few stretches before working on my handstand. I used to be able to do one when I was younger in things like gymnastics, aerial silks, and acrobatics but I haven't been able to do one in years so I'm trying to teach myself again. It's going okay, I'm doing better than when I first started. I still can only hold it for a few seconds though. But I'll get there eventually!⧉ Touch Grass Daily ⧉
November 10
Word Count: 285
- aviva_
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Scratcher
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025
weekly part 3 - scriptwriting
this actually didn't go too badly teehee I love Gemma and Riva. uhm I think I formatted this right
In a library. GEMMA, a 14 year old girl with shoulder length blond hair, sits in a chair reading a book. There are a couple more books on the table next to her. ASHA GOLDEN, a 12 year old girl with brown hair, walks in and approaches GEMMA.
ASHA GOLDEN: (awkwardly, nervously) Uhm… are you Gemma?
GEMMA: (awoken from her reading) Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, that's me, I'm Gemma.
ASHA GOLDEN: (relieved) Oh, okay good, yay! (clearing throat, formally) Gemma Bracket, age 13… wait shoot. (thinking) Oh no, wait, yeah. Gemma Bracket, age 13, your presence is required at Admin for a task assignment.
GEMMA: Oh wait no, I'm not Gemma Bracket. I'm Gemma Lucien, and I'm 14, not 13.
ASHA GOLDEN is suddenly on the verge of tears.
GEMMA: (hesitantly) Sorry?
ASHA GOLDEN: (about to cry) This… this was my first messenger assignment. And I… (wailing) I messed it up…
GEMMA: (startled) Oh! Uhm…
ASHA GOLDEN: (full on sobbing) I was so excited… I've always wanted to do this…
GEMMA: (a bit awkwardly) Oh no, no, it's okay… ugh, I am so bad at comforting people. But I mean, yeah, it's your first time. And you made a mistake, and that's okay? (trying to sound less hesitant) Everyone makes mistakes! Especially since it's your first time. Hey, at least you got a Gemma.
ASHA GOLDEN: (sniffling) Yeah… yeah… okay… I'll go find Gemma Bracket now.
GEMMA: Good luck!
In a school hallway. GEMMA is walking with RIVA, a 14 year old girl with brown hair in a long braid. Both have school bags.
GEMMA: Yeah, she said something about an assignment. It was actually not for me, but still. Is that normal?
RIVA: I'm actually not sure. They give out training assignments sometimes, but usually those are like part of a class or something, not a thing one would get an official summons for.
GEMMA: D'you think we'll get one?
RIVA: Hmm, I don't know. I'm not an expert on the inner workings or plans of the school, Gemma.
GEMMA: At least you know more than me–
RIVA: (gasping, excitedly realizing) Ooh, if it's in groups maybe I could end up doing it with Quinn!
GEMMA: WHAT?!? HA! I KNEW you liked them!
RIVA: …
GEMMA: (triumphantly) No more hiding! Now you're shining! Like you're born to be!
RIVA: AGH! Ohh, if you still liked Julen.
GEMMA: Ew, no, don't remind me.
RIVA: Yeah, I know, but at least I'd be able to get you back.
ASHA GOLDEN appears and runs up to the two.
ASHA GOLDEN: (slightly out of breath) Okay, now I know for sure. You're definitely Gemma Lucien, age 14. (second-guessing) …Right?
GEMMA: Yep, that's the right one.
RIVA: (intrigued) Ooh, does she get an official summons?
ASHA GOLDEN: (gasping, realizing) Oh wait!! Are you Riva Zayd Stelaris? You are, right? I have a message to give to you too! Yay, I can give two people their message at once!
GEMMA: (grinning, teasing) Is it from Quinn?
RIVA: SHUT UP!!
ASHA GOLDEN: (confused) No?? Who's Quinn?
GEMMA: Riva's
RIVA: NOBODY!! What's the message!
ASHA GOLDEN: (again clearing throat, formal) Gemma Lucien, age 14, and Riva Zayd Stelaris, age 14, your presence is… are? Your presences? Your presences are required at Admin for a task assignment.
RIVA: What's the assignment?
ASHA GOLDEN: (shrugging) I don't know! How should I know? Don't ask me!
GEMMA: Well I guess we'll just have to go find out ourselves, then. (thinking) …Are we supposed to go there now?
ASHA GOLDEN: (uncertainly) Think so?
GEMMA: Alrighty then. Thanks! C'mon, Riva!
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this actually didn't go too badly teehee I love Gemma and Riva. uhm I think I formatted this right
In a library. GEMMA, a 14 year old girl with shoulder length blond hair, sits in a chair reading a book. There are a couple more books on the table next to her. ASHA GOLDEN, a 12 year old girl with brown hair, walks in and approaches GEMMA.
ASHA GOLDEN: (awkwardly, nervously) Uhm… are you Gemma?
GEMMA: (awoken from her reading) Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, that's me, I'm Gemma.
ASHA GOLDEN: (relieved) Oh, okay good, yay! (clearing throat, formally) Gemma Bracket, age 13… wait shoot. (thinking) Oh no, wait, yeah. Gemma Bracket, age 13, your presence is required at Admin for a task assignment.
GEMMA: Oh wait no, I'm not Gemma Bracket. I'm Gemma Lucien, and I'm 14, not 13.
ASHA GOLDEN is suddenly on the verge of tears.
GEMMA: (hesitantly) Sorry?
ASHA GOLDEN: (about to cry) This… this was my first messenger assignment. And I… (wailing) I messed it up…
GEMMA: (startled) Oh! Uhm…
ASHA GOLDEN: (full on sobbing) I was so excited… I've always wanted to do this…
GEMMA: (a bit awkwardly) Oh no, no, it's okay… ugh, I am so bad at comforting people. But I mean, yeah, it's your first time. And you made a mistake, and that's okay? (trying to sound less hesitant) Everyone makes mistakes! Especially since it's your first time. Hey, at least you got a Gemma.
ASHA GOLDEN: (sniffling) Yeah… yeah… okay… I'll go find Gemma Bracket now.
GEMMA: Good luck!
In a school hallway. GEMMA is walking with RIVA, a 14 year old girl with brown hair in a long braid. Both have school bags.
GEMMA: Yeah, she said something about an assignment. It was actually not for me, but still. Is that normal?
RIVA: I'm actually not sure. They give out training assignments sometimes, but usually those are like part of a class or something, not a thing one would get an official summons for.
GEMMA: D'you think we'll get one?
RIVA: Hmm, I don't know. I'm not an expert on the inner workings or plans of the school, Gemma.
GEMMA: At least you know more than me–
RIVA: (gasping, excitedly realizing) Ooh, if it's in groups maybe I could end up doing it with Quinn!
GEMMA: WHAT?!? HA! I KNEW you liked them!
RIVA: …
GEMMA: (triumphantly) No more hiding! Now you're shining! Like you're born to be!
RIVA: AGH! Ohh, if you still liked Julen.
GEMMA: Ew, no, don't remind me.
RIVA: Yeah, I know, but at least I'd be able to get you back.
ASHA GOLDEN appears and runs up to the two.
ASHA GOLDEN: (slightly out of breath) Okay, now I know for sure. You're definitely Gemma Lucien, age 14. (second-guessing) …Right?
GEMMA: Yep, that's the right one.
RIVA: (intrigued) Ooh, does she get an official summons?
ASHA GOLDEN: (gasping, realizing) Oh wait!! Are you Riva Zayd Stelaris? You are, right? I have a message to give to you too! Yay, I can give two people their message at once!
GEMMA: (grinning, teasing) Is it from Quinn?
RIVA: SHUT UP!!
ASHA GOLDEN: (confused) No?? Who's Quinn?
GEMMA: Riva's
RIVA: NOBODY!! What's the message!
ASHA GOLDEN: (again clearing throat, formal) Gemma Lucien, age 14, and Riva Zayd Stelaris, age 14, your presence is… are? Your presences? Your presences are required at Admin for a task assignment.
RIVA: What's the assignment?
ASHA GOLDEN: (shrugging) I don't know! How should I know? Don't ask me!
GEMMA: Well I guess we'll just have to go find out ourselves, then. (thinking) …Are we supposed to go there now?
ASHA GOLDEN: (uncertainly) Think so?
GEMMA: Alrighty then. Thanks! C'mon, Riva!
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