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Introduction daily: Hi guys, I'm Denial (he/jigglypuff, yes that’s my favorite pokemon yes it’s very cute), I'm in my teens + still have to do school, so that should give you a vague enough idea. I hate writing >. JK I only hate it when I'm forced to do it, but I have a few characters and ideas I want to flesh out, which is kinda why I joined SWC last session, got burnt out by labwork midway, so I SWEAR THIS TIME I'll do something ig skylar I'm sorry for that one .

For interests, I am an avid video gamer I love Expedition 33 (GO DYSTOPIA) and I also like other competitive games, although I don’t think it’s a great idea to talk about League of Legends here because uhhh it’s league. Everything else about it is great, though, the music, cinematic, ARCANE . I also love light novels: Lord of the mysteries, Omniscient reader’s viewpoint, Lout of the Count’s Family (please tell me other people read these I want to yap about these so much). I also play a bit of chess (we could always 1v1 ) and racquetsports but uh yeah. I guess my favoirte opening for chess are the Evan’s gambit and Philidor (please I need a new opening for black the Philidor sucks but I don’t want to play the sicilian or the French they’re so boring). For music tastes I love EDM and video game music (sakuzyo my goat), movie soundtracks also sound nice but they just don’t hit as hard imo. TV shows/movies that I like would be uh basically none I stick to my light novels. I did used to watch a lot of supernatural (kevin ) and impractical jokers (Q the best), but other than that nothing much. I am a bit excited for some new animes, though like Steel Ball Run, upcoming LOTM season 2/special episode, and hopefully ORV doesn’t look bad (Heaven’s official mandate fans are in shambles right now).

To go more into books/light novels, I think I started with litRPGS (emerilia, he who fights monsters, defiance of the fall are all great although I don’t really see emerilia as much since it falls off after like 5 pages.) I actually never really read the classicals (I’m sorry I just really couldn’t get through Jane Eyre) I’m more into modern stuff like ready player one, dungeon crawler carl, and of course various light novels (I’m currently on shadow slave if there is anybody else who has read these please please please I want to yap about these a lot more). Lord of the mysteries is just the best one though.

Ok another section is getting devoted to video games since I am not addicted in the slightest. Please play blood on the clocktower. It’s great. I swear however confusing it gets it’s hilarious and fun, the best role is obviously slayer always claim it. Mafia is nice and all but it’s a LOT more RNG related imo it just doesn’t hit as hard I used to play a bit of competitive smash bros but I mained a heavyweight character and steve is so BROKEN I HATE HIM. I should’ve mained jigglypuff man. Speaking of which I actually don’t really play any pokemon games, the first one I played was sword and shield which uh was an experience that I have done in my life. Idk it just really wasn’t my cup of tea. But I do love collecting pokemon cards, I do have a bunch of jigglypuffs and some pretty cool ones like the new mega gengar.

Remember when I was talking about music? Me neither as far as EDM goes there are many artsits so it’s hard to list them all out. Anyways here’s a list of my top 3
D-D-Dice
Laur
Sakuzyo
EPIA (honorable mention, please release more).
There are also some non-EDM artists I like such as 9-lana but overall most of my playlist is just EDM and phighting music (great, underrated game on Roblox, please play it0. IDK I just love bass I guess? Not the fish the uhh what is that even called? I know it’s on the equalizer. Anyways I do actually do hav ea pretty good amount of technology that goes along with this, I’ve built my own PC (specs are 9070 xt, ryze 9600x, 32GB CL36 ram, 3 TB storage), and I do have two different IEMs (one TWS, moondrop robin, as well as the Artti t10 which do sound a bit better but are unfortunately wired). I also have DAC to go with the Artti t10 (I think it’s calle dthe black pearl? It goes really well with it), as well as custom wire + tips (tripowin zonie + divinus velvet although I really only use them with the robins the stock tips on the artti t10 are fine tbh).

I love food If I had to give a controversial food opinion, it would be that boba only pairs well with certain milk teas. Please don't put it in any fruit teas, that's disgusting. Also, never get tiramisu foam, it makes your drink taste like uhhh a protein shake. As for actual food and not yknow drinks, I love ramen and spicy food, and honestly, I think building a spice tolerance is probably one of the better things you can do (aside from the fact that spicy food releases dopamine), and it is super rewarding because you get to unlock new foods that would normally set you on fire. And spicy food tastes great!
Aside from spicy food and ramen I just love like any chinese food (prok buns, noodles, rice, especially rice, and did I mention rice?) Really just anything that doesn’t have coconut or excessive amounts of nuts in it I”ll probably like the dish. Not really too much of a picky eater (I hope).
As for school: HA YOU THOUGHT I WAS TALKING ABOUT THAT HERE? NOOOOOO

So yeah that’s the introduction as you can see I padded it a bit with the additions of the “uhhs” I swear they are very moral and should definitely be counted.

1k intro!

Hi everyone! I'm Surf, I use they/she pronouns, and I’m in EST. I’m co-leading Illu-Fi and this is my eighth session of SWC. I have a lot of interests so I’ll begin with these!
One of my favorite things to do is reading! I enjoy the genres of science fiction, fantasy, and nonfiction. I like most books by Brandon Sanderson, like Mistborn and the Reckoners. I love Six of Crows and I also am really looking forward to the release of the book Platform Decay this spring (and the new Six of Crows novella)! Other books I love are the Martian, the Aurora Cycle, All Souls, The Hierarchy, Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, the Illuminae Files, and Skyward. I don’t tend to read classics that much but I’m hoping to change that this summer! I’m also trying to read a full-length book in Spanish but it’s a lot slower than reading in English :') Recently, I read a lot of books on maps and cartography since I did a research paper in history about it. If you’re interested in this topic, I really liked Maps, Annotated and a History of America in 100 Maps and would definitely recommend them. I like to read nonfiction books about science as well, from botany to astronomy. I mostly read middle grade to late YA books and would love some new recommendations!
I’m definitely not the most artistic but I like to draw, paint, make collages, and bullet journal. I like both traditional and digital art, and I’m finishing up a group mural at my school this month which is really exciting and also a bit stressful since we don’t have a lot of time left to work on it.
I’m planning on studying geology and I love all the sciences! I’m taking AP chemistry right now and I plan on taking AP biology and environmental science next year. I also took organic chemistry earlier this year and it was a really fun class–we did this cool coffee distillation lab which was definitely the best lab this whole year. I probably am going to major in geoscience, geochemistry, or geobiology but I’m not quite sure which one yet. My least favorite subject is math (right now I’m taking calculus BC and it is absolutely terrible–) but fortunately I got into the creative writing honors class at my school which has been really fun so far! I also like history, though I like world history, geography and ancient civilizations, a lot more than US history.
Next is writing! I’ve been writing for years, working on drafts of novels I’ve since discarded and more short stories than you can count. This session, my goals are to work on my portfolio and hopefully edit some short stories, and then maybe start working on a larger novella-length story and actually editing that too! I also want to branch out and try more mediums I don’t usually write in that often, like realistic fiction or poetry. I like to write fantasy and science fiction though admittedly I’ve been writing a lot more poetry recently, since we’re currently doing a unit on poetry/poetic prose in my creative writing class.
I like to listen to music! I listen to a bunch of different songs and genres but some of my favorite artists are Hozier, Twenty One Pilots, Of Monsters and Men, Arctic Monkeys, Cage the Elephant, Young the Giant, Muse, and Gigi Perez. When I study, sometimes I listen to instrumental violin covers of pop songs too. I used to play the violin a lot of years ago but haven’t had a lot of time recently to practice.
I’m on two different quiz bowl teams at my school, one for general quiz bowl, and one for science bowl, and I’ve been trying to start up a history/geography team for the past two years as well. I’ve been doing quiz bowl since middle school and while I don’t go to many large team competitions anymore, the local matches are still really fun.
I just started getting into the Marvel movies so I’m watching those chronologically! I also recently watched Lupin and then Arcane a few months ago.
Here are some fun facts you might not have known about me!
My favorite color is blue, probably a cerulean or aegean blue. My second favorite color is probably a teal or sage green.
If I could travel anywhere in the world at this minute, I would go to New Zealand, which has been on my bucket list for ages!
I am definitely a dog person and I have a dog who’s turning six years old this spring. He’s a bit upset about all the recent snowstorms–he finally learned he could walk on top of the snow but it’s started to melt and he keeps sinking now He is currently licking my hands and trying to lay his head on my keyboard. It’s very cute but not very helpful when I’m trying to be productive.
I play tennis on my school’s varsity team and can also ski and sail, and am not terrible at roller skating and ice skating. I’m hoping to make singles next year for tennis since I was first doubles last year.
My favorite season is summer and I really don’t like the cold since I end up being perpetually frozen. I do like ice skating outdoors if it’s cold enough, which is basically the only thing I like about winter.
I’m far better at weeding gardens than actually gardening and keeping plants alive but I have three succulents! I’m not sure exactly what types they are but I’d like to find out.
I like to hike and go on rock scrambles! There’s a few near me but I’d like to travel to more. I love to be outdoors (as long as it’s warm enough) and actually volunteer at a local park with trails where I get to record and research the surrounding biodiversity.
And finally, here it is: 1k words!

Thank you notes (sorry this is so late):

Sage: Thank you so much for being such an awesome cabin leader! adventure was so cool and it was so cool to be in it. i was so excited when i got sorted into adventure. i also love the pfps and you were so welcoming this session <3 thank you for being so amazing

Tilly: Thank you for chatting with me on that one daily! it was so cool and fun that i got to chat with you. you are such a cool person, thank you for chatting with me <33

Eva: thank you so much for being my pen pal this session!! you are so so awesome, and i think we have a lot in common. i hope i get to talk to you more in the future. it was so fun being pen pals with you <3














Daily 30:

“Ugh, she defeated me again!” said Annie. annie was an evil crab demon. “i would suggest going back to back-up plans.” said Lydia. lydia was Annie’s cat assistant who wasn’t actually that evil. “I hate that person! why does she always have to win?” said Annie. annie groaned. “maybe you should listen to what i tell you sometimes.” said Lydia. “Hi!” said Flora. flora was Annie’s evil, well, also evil twin, since annie was also evil. “Go away, flora, my evil scheme was defeated again!” said Annie. “i can annoy you. I’m better at it than you are! i am better in general! i am your evil twin and you are not!” said Flora. “Ugh, i hate having siblings. Oh! i know! i’ll just sneak past the guards, get to the tower, and manipulate the princess! yeah!” said Annie. “this will not go well.” said lydia. annie was about 34 in human years as well as her twin sister flora and lydia was about 19 in human years. “Oh no! there are tons and tons and tons and tons of guards there!” said Annie. “Oh no!” said Flora. “Oh no! i wonder Why!” said Lydia. “oh i wish i was better att planning schemes and back-up plans!!!” said Annie. “I wish you were too!” said Lydia. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!?!?!” screamed Annie. “i’m so so so so so so sorry!! i was not thinking!” said Lydia nervously. “ugh, it’s so big! and there are so so so so so so so many guards right there!!” said Annie. “Yeah! i know that! ‘cause i see that!” said flora. “i hate it when there are a bunch of guards.” said Annie. “Yeah, i know, it’s so so so so SO annoying.” said Flora. Annie did so many evil things that she had to go through at least 9 diaries, but her main mission was to defeat the princess who in her opinion was very dumb and stupid. she had her own magazine, movie, tv show, and even her very own Video game! Annie hated popularity and goodness, and the princess was popular for being very very good. “ugh, why do you never listen to me, anyways?” said Lydia. “cause your plans are dumb! like, Ha! creating a distraction? Ha! what’s the point in that?” said Annie. Annie and Flora both laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until they couldn’t laugh anymore. “it’s a good idea!” said lydia with an angry look. “fine then, i’ll do your plan for once.” said Annie. “Great. Okay, Flora? get to the top of the castle. Annie? steal the guard’s sword and grappling hook and use it to get to the top of the castle and give it to flora. “got it!” the twins said at the same time. later, they were in the tower. “NO! DON’T! NO! NO!” screamed the princess. “Don’t you hurt my daughter!” said the king. “no! father! don’t!” said the princess. “If no one can save you, then let me!” Aly the hero came in. she started sword-fighting with flora and annie. “take me, not the princess!” said Aly. “You’re not my target!” said annie. “you can do whatever you want with me if you leave the princess alone!” said Aly. “i don’t want you!” said Annie. they kept sword-fighting. “No! i can save you!” said the princess. “No, i’m the hero. it is not that i doubt you. i can barely keep up!” said Aly. “NO!!!” screamed the princess. aly was on the ground. “it seems this is the end. for you and your dear Princess.” said annie. “NO!!!” screamed the princess. “That’s it. Hi-YA!” the princess hit annie. “No! princess!” said Aly. “HA! you don’t stand a chance!” said Annie. “Oh yeah?” said the princess. “Yeah! duh!” said annie. “well, then, how do you explain THIS?” Said the princess. “Ha! what? if anything, then just a- AH!!!” screamed annie. she was punching and kicking and punching and kicking her! “Ah! ow! ah ah ow!” said annie. later, they got out.



Weekly #4:
Amaya was at her new friend Monica’s house. Amaya’s Big sister Rose took her. “Yay! Yay! Yay! Amaya’s here!!” Monica Cheered. “Amaya! Amaya! my old friend!” Said Monica. they hugged. “um, you just met at the park a week ago and then went to a musical together.” said Rose. “Rose, they really like each other.” said Wendy. Wendy was Monica’s big sister. “I have everything planned!!!” said Monica. “Yay! what do we do first?” asked Amaya. “We’re going to play Actors!” said Monica. “Ooh okay!! How do we play that?” asked amaya. “We’re gonna put on a play! Wendy got a fancy new filming app and she promised she would film a movie for us on it on our playdate!!!” said Monica. “Yay!!! let’s go put on some costumes!” said Amaya. “Okay! i was thinking maybe our play could be about animals?” said Monica. “Yes! i love animals!!” said Amaya. “Great!” said Monica. “I’ll be a cat.” said Amaya. “Great! i’ll be a Fox!” said Monica. “My name’s gonna be Victoria!” said Amaya. “Okay! and I’ll be Kathie!” said Monica. “Actually, i should be victoria and you should be Kathie since ‘Kathie cat’ and ‘Victoria fox’ sounds better than ‘Victoria cat’ and ‘Kathie fox’.” said monica. they made their movie. “can you send it to a movie producer?”monica asked wendy. “Um…” said Wendy. “i can handle this.” said amaya. she did puppy eyes. “No… no… fine, i’ll do it.” said wendy. “Yay!!” said both monica and wendy. at their next playdate, amaya came over. “Amaya! Look! i got mail!” said Monica. “And it’s for Me! And You! And not Wendy or Rose!!” Said Monica. “Wow!! Open it! Open it!” said Amaya. “it says ‘to Amaya and Monica, from Drogin Productions’.” said Monica. “Well, open it!!!” said amaya. “Okay!!!” said Monica. “read it! Read it!” said Amaya. “I will!” said monica. “It says ‘Amaya and Monica,
We loved your movie and would love to put it on Drogin. we think that the
Theme of the cat and the fox making friends is great and could be very successful. if
You wish to add this to Drogin productions, please fill out this form:

Actors Ages:
Title of play:
Themes (E.g: Romance, Horror, Comedy, Musicals, etc.):
Actors first names:
Actors surnames:
Pictures of the actors (with full names):
Type of play:





Props, Costumes and materials used in play:
Other elements of the play:

The Actors will be paid 90% of the Profits made from the play. you will receive a letter
With more information if you choose to accept this offer. for now, there is no more
required information At the moment. feel free to contact us at 666-666-666 if you
Have any further questions about this offer.

Sincerely,
Drogin productions’” said monica. “WHAT?? WE HAVE TO ACCEPT IT!!!” said amaya. “Duh!!!!!” said Monica. they filled out the form and then received the letter. “okay! Hello! welcome to the studio! my name is Flora Judkins. you can call me flora! i’ll lead you to your room where i’m gonna have you answer some questions about your movie!” said A girl. “Hi!” said Amaya. “Okay, this is the room! this is Irene. she’s going to ask you some questions with me!” Said flora. “just take a seat here.” said flora. “ooh! look, amaya, we have microphones!” said monica. “Ooh! yeah!” said Amaya. “I looove stuffff so muuuch and i haateee other stufff!!!” sang monica. “Nice singing!” said Amaya. “thanks!” said Monica. “you’re welcome!” said Amaya. “Thanks!” said Monica. “You’re welcome!” said Amaya. and then they just went in a Very long loop of thank you’s and you’re welcome’s until Flora said “Okay girls, are you ready?” “Oh, okay! Sure! Thank you!” said Monica. “you’re welcome!” said Amaya. “Okay, First of all, who wrote the play?” asked Flora. “No one. we just made it up as we went along.” said Monica. “Okay. next, would you like others to be able to audition for it?” asked Flora. “not really.” said Monica. “would you like to add Other roles to the play for others to audition for?” asked irene. “Maybe.” said Monica. “can i answer the next one?” asked amaya. “sure!” said Monica. “Thanks!” said Amaya. “You’re welcome!” said Monica. “Thanks!” said Amaya. “You’re welcome!” said Monica. “Okay, next question. What inspired you to make a play?” asked Irene. “We made it on a playdate.” said Amaya. “okay. finally, What products and brands were used in your play?” asked Flora. “i dunno.” said amaya. “okay.” said flora. Later, they had to brainstorm characters. “What about… Misty mango?” Said Amaya. “Mangos aren’t a creature.” said Monica. “oh yeah.” said Amaya. “Misty flamango?” said amaya. “nah, that doesnt sound very ring-y.” said Monica. “Flora flamango?” Said Amaya. “Okay…” Said Monica. “Yay!! you finally accept one of my ideas!” said Amaya. “Betty Bee! Connie Coyote!” Said Amaya. “Okay! i’ll add Ashley Angelfish, Hannah Hog, and Roary Rhino!” said Monica. “And Diana dog! That can be Hannah Hog’s twin!” said amaya. “Okay, well, then i need to add one more so it’s even. i’ll do… hmm… um… can’t think of anything… ooh! how about Gloria Goat! Yeah! That sounds good, Monica!” said monica. “Yes! that does sound good Monica! Gloria’s a pretty name! and i LOVE goats!!! And also you said yes to yourself!!!” said Amaya. “Yes!!! i know that!!!” said Monica. “hey, we should research these animals!” said Monica. “Ooh! good idea!” said amaya. “Thanks!” said monica. “you’re welcome!” Said Amaya. “thanks!” said Monica. “you’re welcome!” said Amaya. “Th- hey, um, maybe let’s not get into that whole loop thing again, it’s kind of boring.” said Monics. “oh, okay.” said amaya. they researched their animals. “hmmm… so what is this…” said monica. “Ooh! let’s do research on flamingos!” said Amaya. “i am.” said monica. “Ooh! Ooh! yes! yes! do that! do that!” said amaya. “I AM.” said monica. “I know!” said amaya. “Hey, it says here that there are different types of flamingos!” said Monica. “what?!?!” said amaya. “and it says that baby goats are called kids!!!” said Monica. “that’s so cool!!!” said amaya. “I know!!” said monica. “let’s go tell people!” said Amaya. they started a Science stand. “hello, would you like a fun fact?” asked monica. “sure!” said the lady. “pick an animal!” said Amaya. “Um… Leopard.” said the lady. “did you know that in 2015 there were about 12,000 to 14,000 leopards were estimated to live in india?” said Monica. “No, that’s cool!” said the lady. “bye!” said Amaya. “i love doing this!” said Amaya. “Yeah!” said Monica. “hey, Sister!” said Wendy when she walked up to their stand. “oh, hi Wendy!” said Monica. “Hi! maybe you could also get a jar or something to put money in to donate to the zoo?” said Wendy. “Ooh! good idea! let’s do that, Amaya!” said Monica. “Okay!” said amaya. “i’ll grab us a jar!!!” said monica. she got out a large jar. “hi! would you like to donate to the zoo or get an animal Fact?” Monica asked a baby she saw. “i don’t have time for a fact, but i’d love to donate!” said the dad. “okay!” said Amaya. “How much money are you giving to the zoo?” Monica ran up with her cardboard sword. “the first dollar bill i can find in my pocket.” said the Dad. “here you go. ten dollars.” sai the dad. “thank you for the donation!” Amaya screamed it, because she forgot to do it until he was about 10 feet away. Later, they were Adventuring, trying to find animals and research them, when they stumbled upon a cave. “oh, um, what are you doing here?” asked a lady. “AND HOW DID YOU FIND MY SECRET LAIR?!?!?!” she screamed anxiously. “Secret lair? we were just adventuring.” said Amaya. “A VILLAIN!!!” screamed Monica. she attacked the lady with her cardboard sword. the lady slapped her off. “NO ONE DEFEATS ME THAT EASILY!!! Hi-ya! hi-ya! hi-ya!” Monica said. She was attacking the lady with her cardboard sword some more. “Sigh i guess i have no choice but to let you inside and show you my plans…” she said. “Yay!!” shouted amaya. “YAY!!!” shouted Monica. “LET US IN ALREADY!!!” Monica screamed in a threatening tone. she let them in. “Plans to destroy all humans.” Monica Read on one of her books. “human destruction.” Amaya read on one of her arcade games. “oh, yeah, that sends bombs down on actual humans. it’s really fun.” said the lady. “so THAT’S why all those humans have been getting bombs dropped on them?” asked Monica. “Mmm-hmm!” said the lady. “Well… What do you have against humans?” asked Amaya. “YEAH, DUDE, YOU’RE LITERALLY A HUMAN!!!” shouted Monica. “yes, i am, but humans are a big part of why some species of animals are endangered or extinct! so i’m trying to make them extinct!!!” the lady clapped her hands in excitement. “oh, i’ve always wanted to try this one! human hunting. you know, the only meat i eat is humans!!!” said the lady. “so… you’re a cannibalist??” said Amaya. “Mm-Hmm!!” said the lady. “so… can i play your video game?” asked Monica. “Of course! anything to help get the humans extinct!” yelled the lady. “what’s this?” asked Monica. “oh, that’s asking you where you want to bomb people!!” said the lady. “and… why does canada have an X on it?” asked Monica. “oh, that’s because i already bombed everyone there.” said the lady. “Oh, okay! i’ll do… the united states! bomb… bomb… bomb…” said Monica. “wow, you’re really good at this!” said the lady. “thanks! it’s fun.” said monica. “Ooh! a human circle!” said the lady. “Ooh! Bomb! bomb! bomb!” said monica. “okay, maybe we shouldn’t destruct random humans for the fun of it?” said Amaya. “sigh i guess.” said monica. “would you be willing to sacrifice yourself to help instead?” asked the lady. “NO.” Monica said very clearly. “okay!! Bye Humans!!!” said the Lady. “Let’s write a song and form a band!!” said Monica. “Okay!! I’ll sing!!!” said Amaya. ”Okay!! i’ll play the drums!!” said monica. back at their house, they were writing a song. “let’s do… Animals! animals (oh oh) Animals! animals (oh oh)” said Amaya. “no, we’re a punk band! we don’t sound like that!!” said Monica. “No, we’re a pop band! we sound fast and pretty!!” said amaya. “Punk band!” said monica. “Pop! Band!” said Amaya. “PUNK BAND!!!” shouted Monica. “POP BAND!!!” shouted Amaya. “hey, sorry, didn’t mean to evesdrop, but you could be a Punk pop band!” said wendy. “Ooh! yeah! let’s be a punk pop band!!” said Monica. “Yeah!!” said Amaya. “how about this: We’re the ANIMAL lovers, we fiiiiiight! for ani-MAL rights.” said Monica. “Ooh! that’s great! and then how about for the chorus we could do: WEEE a-are fighting for the AN-imals, the ANI-mals, WE fight, WE fight, WEEE!! fight.” said Amaya. “Yeah!!” said monica. “Wendy! we need a manager! can you be our manager?” she asked. “um… sigh fine.” said wendy. “Yay!!! now get us a gig!” said Monica. at the night of the performance, they had a setlist, a drummer, a singer… But wait! they forgot to find a guitarist and a bass player!! “um… okay… um… You! what’s your name!” Monica shouted to a girl in the audience. “Cat…” said The girl. “And how old are you? do you play guitar?” Monica asked. “I’m 9, and yeah, i play guitar.” said The girl. “You look cool. get backstage, get a guitar, get the sheet music, and play with us. we don’t have anyone to play guitar or bass.” said Monica. “Okay…” she said. “You! how old are you?” Monica asked another girl. “9.” said the girl. “what’s your name? do you play bass?” she asked. “yes, and my name’s Jane.” said the girl. “well, you’re cool. go backstage, get a bass, grab the sheet music, and come onstage ‘cause you’re playing with us!” said monica. “Okay?” said the girl. On the stage, they played a song. “we’re the ANIMAL LOVERS we FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS! of the AN-imals everywhere, not JUST IN THIS TOWN! we SAVE THOSE ANIMALS! for their- for their- rights… FOR! THEIR! RIGHTS!” sung amaya. “thank ya! so, let me introduce us! so, Monica! on the drums!” said Amaya. Monica played a drum fill. “On the guitar- Psst! what’s your name again?” amaya whispered. “Cat!” whispered the girl. “and what’s the girl that plays bass named?” amaya whispered. “Jane!” whispered Cat. “Thanks!” Amaya whispered. “Cat on the guitar!” Amaya said. the crowd cheered as she plucked chords on her guitar. “And Jane on bass!” Jane messed around on her bass. “and also there’s me!” said amaya. “and here’s the song!” said amaya. “There are animals! dah dah dah dah dah dah! doo doooooo!” she sung and sung. they all played their instruments passionately. “that was great!” Monica said after the performance. “yeah!” said Cat. “Woah, you are wearing such cool clothes.” Monica Told Cat. Cat was wearing ripped jeans with a leather jacket and a skull t-shirt. she had triple pierced earrings and black high-tops! “you look awesome too!” Amaya Told Jane. Jane was wearing a pink leather skirt with fishnet tights and a black t-shirt with a cat on it. she also had double pierced ears, Several bracelets, and red sneakers. when they got home, they were really tired, but also happy that they performed and got to stay up till midnight since their performance was so late. “hey, cat and jane? do you want to join us at our sleepover to celebrate our first show?” monica asked cat and jane. “Sure!” said cat. at the sleepover, they ordered pizza, played games like truth or dare, and went to sleep, finally. that night, Monica had a dream they became famous. the next morning, Amaya woke up at 10:00. “yawn Cat! since we’re the first ones up, should we play some music together?” asked Amaya. “Okay! Sure!” said cat. “Do you have any older siblings? i have an older brother and an older Sister. Their names are Ruby and Jack. jack is 12 and ruby is 14. ruby is always on her phone and she never plays with me and jack is always on his computer. it’s like my entire family is centered around screens! and it’s not just my siblings, my parents also love screens! my mom’s a software developer and my dad studies AI! they want me to be a software developer like my mom but i’m more into music.” said Cat. “yeah, i have an older sister named rose. she doesn’t play with me, either. she’s really grumpy and she’s 16.” said Amaya. “yeah, i know, Right? i hate teenagers.” said Cat. “yeah, me too.” said Amaya. “we’re just busy!” said Rose. “Hey! you were evesdropping and that’s bad!” said Amaya. rose sighed and walked away. “Sorry, that’s my older sister.” said Amaya. “ugh.” said cat. “i know.” said Amaya. “so, let’s go play music?” said cat. “sure!” said Amaya. “Yay!” said Cat. They played music. “ANIMAL LOVERS!!!!!!!!” amaya screamed. “Ah!!!“monica screamed. her and jane woke up by the loud screaming and guitar. “Amaya!” Monica said crossly. “Cat! you woke us up!” jane said crossly. “heh, kind of like having another older sister!” said Amaya. “Heh! yeah, except one is actually younger than me!” said Cat. “Heh!” said Amaya. they kept playing music. “sorry.” said Monica. “Yeah, i’m sorry.” said jane. “it’s okay, i’m going back to sleep now.” said Monica. “Me too. G’night!” said Jane. “G’night!” said Monica. “YES!!!” Amaya sung. “Yeah! that was sick!” said Cat. “thanks! let’s play some more!” said amaya. “YES!” said Cat. “AH!” Jane and Monica Screamed. they woke up again.


THE END
(it's 2620 words)




Daily #29:
Tilly was 9 years old. she had 5 older brothers: Fred who was 12, Bob who was 13, Jim who was 16, John who was 18, and Jeff who was 21 years old. They were very mean to her and bullied her lots. “Here, have some popcorn, Tilly.” said Jim. she took a bite and she spat it out. “what’s in it?!?!?!” she asked. “that’s not popcorn! it’s banana bread stuffed with chicken and hot sauce!” said John. Jeff didn’t bully her a lot, but he wasn’t usually there sense he was always at college. “Mom!” She yelled. “Jim gave me fake popcorn!” Yelled tilly. “no i didn’t! she’s lying!” said jeff. “Mom, He’s lying. see my mouth?” she opened her mouth. “Jim!!!” her mom yelled. “come have a talk with me.” her mom said. he sat down at the table. John walked over to him. “well, that was stupid. watch me, I’m not as bad at this as you.” said John. “hey, i heard the doorbell. maybe you should go get it. i think it’s your friend.” he said. “Oh, okay!” she walked over to the door. when she walked back, something sprinkled in her face. “Ah- ah- Achoo!” she sneezed. “Ah- ah- ACHOO!” She sneezed again. “how do you like the seasoning?” said John. “*sniff* i’m telling mom.” she said. “*sniff* mom! John Threw pepper at me and made me sneeze!” she yelled. “John, come here.” said her mom. The next morning at school, she was opening her locker. “Hi!” said a girl. “Hi.” said Tilly. “i’m Rosemary. and this is Li. she’s my best friend.” Said the girl. “Oh, okay. I'm Tilly.” Said Tilly. “Me and Li think that you’re really cool, and we were wondering if you’d like to be our best friend too?” asked Rosemary. “Okay.” said Tilly. “Yay!!” Said Li. Rosemary was wearing a ruffly purple tank top with a pink short skirt and pink flats, well Li looked quite different, with a black skull t-shirt with ripped jeans and Black sneakers. “i have five older brothers.” said Tilly. “i have an older sister.” said Li. “and i have a twin brother and he’s older than me by 8 minutes.” said Rosemary. “you’re lucky, Li. you only have one older sibling.” said Tilly. “my sister’s 13. some kids think she’s a cool teenager, but she’s really not. all she does is lay around on the couch all day and watch TV. she never plays with me either.” said Li. “i don’t even ask my brothers to play with me. they’re so mean to me.” said Tilly. “my sister is mean to me too. not a lot, but sometimes she calls me a baby when we fight.” said Li. “But My brothers go farther than just mean words. yesterday, my brother gave me fake popcorn! and my Other brother made me sneeze by throwing pepper at me!” said Tilly. “What?!?! That’s so mean!!! are you allergic to anything? i’m allergic to dogs. we know because one time when we were at the park, a person with a dog walked by and they let me pet their dog and then i started sneezing a bunch and my parents thought i had a really bad cold so they brought me to the doctor and then they said i was allergic to dogs, basically.” said Li quickly. “yeah, i’m allergic to-” Tilly started to say. “Want to walk to class together? i have history next.” Li interrupted. “so do i! let’s do it!” said Tilly. “Yayy!!! Great!” said Li.


THE END

Self not known - Writing comp entry
Okay, so here’s how it went. i was wandering around the nursery, and then, my mama said, “y’know, i think that you’re old enough to go out of the nursery-”
“YAY! YAYYAYAYAYAY!!! I CANT WAIT TO GET OUT OF HERE!” i said.
“-with Ashkit and Lionkit.” said mama.
“oh.” i grumbled. because lionkit is a jerk.
“hooray!” said Ashkit.
“hoorary…” said Lionkit.
“Like I’M excited.” i said.
“ come on! i’m gonna leave the nursery without you!” said Ashkit.
“hey!” i said. we left the den.
as i walked by, a cat shouted, “hey!” “huh?” i turned.
“i’m Ghostsnatch.”
i can see why. i thought.
“i’m Pricklekit” i said.
“nice.” said the other cat
“thanks!” i said. they just sat there. i walked on. i heard lionkit whisper something to them. the only words i could only make out were
“get… gift… her…” was she talking about me? why would lionkit get ME a gift? and… calling me “Her”… doesn’t feel like it fits. but why doesn’t it? i’m supposed to be a she-cat! does that mean… there’s something wrong with me?
“c’mon! Let’s keep going!” said Ashkit. so we kept going.
“Oh hi!” i said to an orange persian-tom. “hello.” he said. “who are you?” “i’m Pricklekit.” i said. “you’re opaleye’s daughter.” “yeah, i guess.” “Cool! i’ve heard about you.” he said. “Yeah…” i said. “wait, what?” “i’ve heard about you.” he said. “Really? that’s amazing! er, thanks! bye!” I ran back to the nursery and Hid in my nest. mama came and said, “Pricklekit, What are you doing?” “…” “hey, pricklekit, come on up. we have to keep going, stupid.” said lionkit. i told you she was a jerk. “lionkit!” said her mama. “Pricklekit may stay in the nursery if she wants to.” said mama. i don’t understand why i don’t like being called she. but i’m a she-cat! then, i heard lionkit’s mama say something to her. “hey lionkit, what did you do today?” “well… i said hi to the deputy…” said lionkit “the deputy?!?! she’s transgender. she says her pronouns are they/them.” “so?” said lionkit “Lionkit! promise me never to talk to her again.” “…” lionkit didn’t respond. my mama told me about pronouns. like i use “she,” and Sneakkit uses “he.” neither of those fit me, but… “they” might. and if the deputy uses “they”, does that mean there isn’t something wrong with me? anyways, i can’t tell anybody! it would be so weird if i told them. they would treat me like there’s something that is wrong with me! what do i do? i tug on lionkit and say, “hey, what was your mother just telling you?” “oh… um…” said lionkit. “she… nevermind.” “oookaaay????” i said. is lionkit AGAINST people who are against using they as a pronoun? or… i don’t know. anyways, i then went to sleep in my nest. the next day, ashkit woke me up and said, “hey pricklekit! Mama is feeding me fish for breakfast!” “oh…” i said. “what is it? i was just gonna ask you to join me!” “well… it’s just that…” what will she do if i tell her that i don’t like the feeling of bones on my teeth? “i hate the bones…” “oh, Okay! mama can take the bones out for you!” “Really?” i said. “yeah!” i didn’t know she would do that! she’s so nice! Then lionkit came and said, “hey… i- got you this…” She was holding a Mouse. “REALLY?!?! OHMYGOD YOU GOT ME AGIFT?!?! YOULIKEMEOHMYGODSITHOUGHTYOUWEREAJERK!!!!!!” maybe she isn’t so bad after all. “i- don’t know how to explain…” “THAT’S OKAY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A JERK AND NOW YOU GAVE ME THIS!!!” “…well, we should go out of the nursery now. it’s time for us to continue our first day out of the nursery…” so we went out again. i saw a black cat. the cat looked really cool. “hey, pricklekit, right?” the cat said. “y-yeah… who are you?” i asked. “i’m Tearsplash.” the cat said. “i’m the deputy. my pronouns are they/them.” they said. so they’re the one lionkit’s mama was talking about! ‘i… i know you.” i said. “Really? how?” they said. “lionkit’s mama told her about you because lionkit met you.” i heard her mumble something like “ugh… scarclaw…” “who’s scarclaw?” i asked. “she’s lionkit’s mother. we were best friends as kits, and she hated me the second she knew i was Non-binary.” Tearsplash said, clearly trying to keep themself from crying. “i’m really sorry.” i said. “thanks.” they said. “it’s time for me to organize a patrol.” “okay. well, have fun with that.” i said. i headed back to the nursery. it was practically sundown. but just as i was about to get to the nursery door, i thought i should get lionkit a gift, too. i ran into the forest. A squirrel! that would be Perfect! i crouched down, claws out, and… Pounce! i caught the squirrel, grabbed it in my mouth and Ran back to the nursery! “Lionkit!!!” i shouted. “Here!!!” i dropped the squirrel in front of her and she stared at me for awhile. then, finally, she said “Th-thanks. I…” she paused for a moment. “who’s this for?” she said. “You!” i said. “O… oh. thank you.” she said. “ya’ welcome!” i said, grinning very wide. “I’m goin’ to bed now!” “kay, G’night.” she said. i went to sleep in my nest. the next morning, i got out of the nursery and walked straight to the elders den. there were four elders: one was sleeping, and had orange fur. the next one was a longhaired tortoiseshell and had a scar around their eye. the third one was an orange cat with round eyebrows and white around their nose and mouth and tips of their paws. and the last one was a calico cat playing with moss. but something was strange. the calico doesn’t even look that old! maybe i should go talk to them. “hey.” i said. “What is it- Hey! you’re a KIT! thank starclan… all the elders here are so boooring! i’m Springheart. you must be prickleraven! Wanna play?!?!” said the calico. “uh, okay…” i said. “Yayayayayay!!!!! nobody EVER wants to play with me! they think elders are too old and boring. but i’m not even that old! i’m 15 moons! Scarredstar forced me to become an elder two moons after i became a warrior just because i’m blind in my right eye!!! next moon, he died. i think it was starclan’s revenge.” she said. i was sitting insanely still. “Tell me more!” i said. “tell me how he died! and… i’m really sorry you basically just skipped becoming a warrior. it’s really terrible that the leader can choose when cats retire to the elders den and that he did it just because you’re blind in your right eye. that sucks and it’s really unfair.” “yeah, it does. but anyways, here’s how he died. at the gathering, two clans were absent - the perfect night. so, when they got to the gathering, the clan was hiding, most cats dragged in by Scarredstar, as if the gathering was canceled. then, they jumped out onto the gemclan cats. but, lots of cats turned against him aaand teamed up with gemclan to murder him.” she said. “well, wanna play now? i’ve done enough storytelling that it’s okay if we don’t play.” “sure!” i said. “yay!!! let’s play mossball!” she said. we played mossball for awhile and then we got tired and i started talking to the tortoiseshell. “hi.” i said. “hey there. i’m Dragonflame. if you ever want to hear a story, just let me know.” he said. “can you tell me about the leader?” i said. “okay! her name’s Brightstar. she’s my niece, actually. she was found by the shore when she was barely a moon old. Falconfeather, my brother, and his mate, Diamondstone, named her brightkit. she was a fast learner. in fact, she became a warrior at only 9 moons old! she was given the name brightsun, because of her braveness, loyalty, and determination. she’s one of the best leaders this clan’s seen. but she’s not everyone’s favorite cat. one time, scarredclaw tried to kill her. she teamed up with gemclan. she convinced them that she was a terrible cat and teamed up. some even thought she had joined gemclan. she lead the attack as she and the clan came in. she was the first to spot the attack and immediately jumped down into the battle in the middle of Patchstone’s warrior ceremony. the rest of the cats then leaped into the attack too. she fought off five cats on her own. the battle was so big that even the medicine cats joined in. at the end of the battle, scarclaw was jumping high into the air with claws out. all the cats immediately knew that she was going to kill brightstar. until falconfeather jumped in front of her and saved her life. she was devastated at the sight of scarclaw’s hawk sharp claws and razor sharp teeth digging into her father’s belly. the entire clan was shocked by his death. all the cats just stood there. until brightstar Jumped up with a leap higher then scarclaw’s. she jumped onto scarclaw, claws digging into her belly. scarclaw tried to get out of it, but brightstar was too strong. the entire clan was shocked at the sight. brightstar was attacking with her life to try and kill her own clanmate. the most loyal, determind, and brave leader. ‘pathetic.’ scarclaw called her. ‘you’re attacking me with your life and you can’t even kill me.’ she then dug claws in even more as scarclaw bled even faster. she was about to kill her. until the medicine cat screamed like nobody could imagine. ‘ENOUGH!’ she said. ‘you can’t kill your own clanmate! it’s against the warrior code! i’m taking her to the medicine cat’s den. look at her! she could bleed to death if she doesn’t get cared for immediately!’ and that was the end.” again, i was staring. “wow…” i said. “how did scarclaw recover?” “Daisysong. the medicine cat. the best medicine cat this clan’s seen in hundreds of moons.” he said. “you should meet her tomorrow. it’s getting late.” “huh???” i said. “it’s practically moonhigh.” said Dragonflame. i went back to the nursery. “where were you?” mama said. “Dragonflame told me about brightstar. g’night!” i then went to sleep in my nest.
(credit to @Wildflight for the game ”Bayclan Reborn" for inspiration for some of these parts: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1184456973 )




This is my not 1k words-1k intro. it is 583 words. here it is!!!! <33
Hellooo!!! My name is Melody! This is my first swc session! i look forward to meeting y’all this session! I go by she/her pronouns. Some of my hobbies are writing (of course), Drawing, Reading, Playing on my drums, singing, acting, Listening to music, and more!

some shows I enjoy watching are:
she-ra and the princesses of power, Hannah montana, the baby sitters club, victorious, icarly, sam and cat, my little pony - friendship is magic, carmen sandiego, the dragon prince, amphibia, the owl house, the percy jackson, horrible histories, bananya, and more!

Here are some short-ish descriptions of each of the shows i listed:
She-ra and the princesses of power
Adora finds a sword and joins brightmoon in the war against the horde, despite what she was told as a child. (okay i do not really have anything else to say about the show)

Hannah Montana
14 year old Miley stewart tries to live a normal life although secretly being teen pop sensation Hannah Montana. in the first episode, she has to tell her best friend Lilly truscott her secret of being Hannah Montana.

The baby sitters club
the baby sitters club is about a group of friends who start an organization who baby sits! it is based off of the baby sitters club books by ann m. martin. the main characters are kristy thomas, Mary anne spier, claudia kishi, stacey mcgill, dawn schafer, Mallory Pike and jessie ramsey!!

Victorious
High schooler tori vega gets enrolled in A performing arts high school in los angeles after filling in for her older sister trina vega in the school talent show.

Icarly
Carly and Sam are a hit when freddie accidentally uploads the wrong video of them instead of the kids in the talent show and decide to start their very own comedy web show.

Sam and cat
after sam rescues cat from a garbage truck, they decide to start their own baby-sitting service.

My little pony - friendship is magic
Twilight sparkle moves to equestria and discovers the power of friendship on the way.
Carmen sandiego
Carmen sandiego was found as a baby by VILE academy, a crime school, and is the only kid in campus. when her teacher cheats her off on her assignment, (i think i’m using that word wrong) she fails her final exam and makes an escape plan and becomes a thief for the good.

The dragon prince
(don’t really know what to say about this one i’ve only actually watched the first two of the seasons XD)

Amphibia
Anne gets sent to the strange land of amphibia where frogs and newts and toads talk. she has to get used to living in this strange place and she reunites with her friends back home on the way.

The owl house
many fans of amphibia also like this! Luz is sent to the demon realm with witches and strange creatures.

Percy jackson
I do not know what to say about this because every season has a new plot. it is based off of the percy jackson books by rick riordan.

Horrible histories
I have nothing to say about this except it’s a children’s history show.

Bananya
um… it’s about banana cats that have silly adventures, I guess.

A quick word from me
Sorry, this is all i had time for. it’s not 1k words, but it’s still pretty long! As I said earlier,
This is my first SWC session!!! I’m looking forward to meeting you all Sometime!
Bye! <3
Sincerely,
Melody <3


Here's what I did for the second daily:


If you have a dream, you dream will come true. at least, that’s what Amaya Read in her books.
“Are you actually gonna get two hours of sleep, or are you just gonna be reading that all night?” said her older sister Rose from the top bunk, who Amaya thought was very annoying. “Well, i guess maybe i could read for two hours, then sleep for one, then read for one, then sleep for half an hour, then read the rest of the night!” She answered. “Amaya, it’s 1:30!” “No, it’s only 1:27.” Said Amaya. “whatever, you know what i mean.” “fine, fine. I'll get to sleep.” she quickly fell asleep after that.
“Good morning, Amaya! have any dreams last night?” asked her mother at breakfast the next morning. “yeah. I dreamed I was in this strange land. there were four-eyed horses and everyone rode on boats in ice cream seas to get around.” Amaya said. “Huh, that sounds strange.” replied her mother. “yeah, it really was.” as she ate her cereal, she noticed a weird look on her sisters face. did she have… four eyes? this is just like in her dream! she saw a sailor with a frogs head hanging from the ceiling fan and a puppy riding in a boat in an ice cream boat. and then, to her horror, a giant kitten was coming in to eat her! she tried to run, but the kitten was too fast. she hid behind a skyscraper. it stopped. “this means it gave up” she thought. but she was wrong. the kitten pounced on her and started gnawing on her. the kitten ate Amaya. But She wasn’t about to give up! she started tickling the kitten. “I just have to fight back!” she thought. but she was wrong. the kitten swatted at her belly and ended up on her back, still swatting her belly. Amaya couldn’t think of anything else to do! “think! think! think!” she thought to herself. just as she was about to give up, she thought if it. she would pet her! she tried her idea, and the kitten started purring. she wondered how that happened and then realized it was Amaya petting her, and immediately started trying to throw up. she was taking too long! but then she realized, she hadn’t been digested! she needed to think of a way to get her to digest her faster. she tried to think, but she didn’t know! this was going to take forever! but then, she started to throw up! yay! she thought it was pretty weird that she was yaying about a cat throwing up, but it was gonna save her life, so it’s fine i guess then. she saw a distant light she realized that was the kitten opening up her mouth. she was going up, up, up, up, she was back in her mouth! and… DROP! she had been puked up! “um, yay???” she thought. again, she thought that it was kind of strange she was excited about this, but it’s saving her life so it’s fine. she started petting the cat, and it immediately started purring. she hopped on it’s back, and she began riding her. after that, they became best friends and neither of them ever ate each other again. And remember, If you have a dream, your dream will come true.

this was partly inspired by “Alice in wonderland” and The shows “Amphibia” and “The owl house”

here's my story for the third daily:

Amaya woke up in her bunk bed in her bedroom. but wait… was that… pond wallpaper? and why coudn’t she breath? she then realized that she was in the pond! she immediately got up and woke up her older sister Rose. Rose woke up and started to scream but then realized she shouldn’t and immediately started swimming up to the surface with Amaya. But wait! What about Beans? Beans was Amaya’s Giant kitten. they met when beans tried to eat Amaya. Beans walked over to them. “Mewww! Mewwww!” Beans went.
“What?! You brought us here?!?!” said Amaya. “WHAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!” Rose Screamed. “Why did you bring us here, Beans?” Amaya asked. “Meww, Mew Mew Mew Mew Mew Mew Mewww Mew Mew!” Replied Beans. “What’s that? you wanted us to meet some of your friends?” said Amaya. “Mm-hm!” Mewed Beans. “WHY DID YOU BRING US HERE?!?!?!” yelled Rose. Beans whimpered. “Aww, poor beans! that was so mean of you! it’s okay Beans…” Said Amaya. “if she didn’t want me to yell at her, then she shouldn’t have brought me here. why did you even get this cat anyways?” said Rose. “You’re so mean! you’re hurting Beans’s feelings!” “ugh, fine, whatever.” “and?” Amaya told her sister. “Ugh, fine, i’m sorry.” Rose told beans. “Aaaand?” “I shouldn’t have said that to you. it was really mean. there.” Said Rose. “Good. now that she’s apologized, how about you show us some of your friends now?” Said Amaya. “MEW!!!” said Beans as She hugged them both. “First, this is Gabby the Turtle!” Beans said in cat. “Hi Gabby! what’s your favorite color?” Asked Amaya. “My favorite color is purple.” Replied Gabby in turtle. “she’s a painted turtle. her favorite snack is algae.” Replied beans in cat. “She’s a bit grumpy.” “How dare you! I am not grumpy!” replied gabby “oookay! let’s have a tea party!” said beans. “wait, what?” Said Rose.


At the tea party, Lydia the heron was drinking some fish tea while simon the Duck had insects in his. “Cheers!” said Beans and they all clanked glasses. “See? i told you this was a good idea!” beans told Amaya. “well, you never actually said that, but whatever you say, sure.” She replied. “why isn’t Gabby here?” asked Fred the frog.` “uhhh…” Said beans. “seriously, why didn’t she come?” whispered Amaya. “oh, she got mad at me for calling her Grumpy.” “oh, okay.” “soooo, like nature now, Rose?” asked Amaya. “ sigh i hate to admit it, but you were right. Animals Rock!!!” “Yay!!! you like animals now!” said Beans. “you like animals! you like animals! you like animals!” beans repeatedly sung as she skipped around the room. Rose sighed. “beans…” said Amaya. she was destroying all the furniture! the bookshelf fell on them and the tea spilled everywhere. she lapped it up. “Eww!!! gross!!!” said beans to her disgust. “sigh oh, beans.” said rose.
THE END
Credit to Wikipedia for the animal facts. I used my character in the second daily for this story.

Hello! this is my writing for the 5th daily:

Book recommendations:

Junie B. Jones by Barbara park is a book series about Junie B. Jones who is a Kindergartener And she becomes a First grader during the books. it’s a very good book for people who enjoy Silly little kids. the first book is called “Junie B jones and the stupid smelly bus.” She gets glasses when she’s in first grade and she has a baby brother who is named ollie.


The Ramona books by Beverly Clearly features Ramona Quimby as the main character who ages every book. Ramona has an older sister Beezus, and the books are about Everyday life.

Phoebe and her unicorn By Dana simpson Phoebe is skipping rocks one day (i think? it’s been a while since i read it) and she hits a unicorn and ends up becoming best friends with it. it is a comic series and it is very funny. Phoebe is a ten year old girl who has a pet cat. marigold heavenly nostrils is a Unicorn, phoebe’s unicorn. she has a sister, (i can not remember her sisters name though) who sneezes spiders. later in the books she uses a nose spray thing so she stops sneezing spiders. Marigold heavenly nostrils is very sparkly, like most unicorns. most unicorns are also very self centered and braggy, but it’s in a funny way.

Chi’s sweet home is about a kitten who gets lost from her mother and is found by a child and they take her in. they accidentally name her Chi and they think she is a boy at first until the vet says she is a girl. she meets new friends in the books Like Blacky and Kochi! Chi’s owners are Mommy, Daddy, and Yohei. They love Chi and are very sweet but are not the best cat owners. one time, she drinks the dad’s coffee and spits it back into the cup because she thinks it’s gross.

Hope you enjoy these books! Bye! <3

(it's 325 words by the way)

12th daily:
Rose Leaf signed into her scratch account and found SWC signups. The Cover Looked pretty, so she was interested. she read the description, and she was Immediately Excited. She filled out the form:

1 || The fairy ring 2 || Poetry, Lyric, Adventure, Fairy tales 3 || 18000 4 || 8/10 5 || Always 6 || No


She was so excited. She stared at her Computer every night and every day. Then finally, on the 26th of march, she was sorted. She was sorted into Poetry! she was So excited. On the first day, when she saw the daily, she immediately went to the comments and did it. now she had to wait for the next one! She knew about the writing comp, and she knew what she was gonna enter. “Mixing Fairies with humans”. it was a book she wrote when she was ten. she was twelve now, and she thought that it was one of her best things she’s ever written. It was 60,000 words long, so she made a version that just had the basic story and important details which made it exactly 2000 words. but when the fourth daily came out, she had no idea what she should do. her mind was blank. “once… Dragon… fairy… thing…” she thought. what could she do? she asked her older sister. “You figure it out yourself. i can’t think of anything better then you. do you even have to do it?” she said. “well, no, but i have to!” Replied Rose Leaf. “Why?” “i have to.” She exited the room. “well, that was helpful.” she thought. but then, she thought of it! her character could not know what to do! she made her story and a lot of people read it! many of them gave her comments in response along the lines of “Awesome!” and “So relatable!” she was so happy! when the word wars project came out, she was very good at it. she won seventeen of them in the entire session with a wpm of 86. one time, she wrote 401 words in a two minute long word war. and she was also a star at cabin wars. her characters often experienced problems with fairy life, which the campers loved, because she made the stories sound so real. when they told her that, she always replied with “you have no idea.” she made new friends in scratch writing camp, and in the writing comp, she got first place. the judges opinions were “Lost in the human world, Mist makes new human friends despite the myths about them she heard as a kid. she puts incredible detail to the fairy world, as if she is a fairy herself.” it was kind of like what she learned in scratch writing camp. she originally made this story as an idea, a myth, a wish that this was reality. but, she learned in scratch writing camp that humans aren’t actually so bad! you can mix humans with fairies! When Rose Leaf was 20, she Reached her dream of being a bestselling author. she was also the first one to be a fairy, revealing that since the first time she was published. she was also the first bestselling author to sell books to both fairies and humans, to sell to all species’s, and lastly, the first author to be the first to do two or more writing related things! she participated in every single SWC session after her first one, even when she was ninety.

THE END (for now )


(it's 583 words btw)
Daily #14:
Rose looked at the empty pie tin on the counter as she got out the ingredients for the pie. But wait… They had no Sugar! Or Chocolate! Or Lemons! or Custard! Or Caramel! Or Squirty whipped cream! She needed to go to the grocery store! “can i Come with you?” Asked her younger sister Amaya. “No, Amaya, I’m doing this by myself.” Answered Rose. “sniff you… you don’t want to hang out with your little sister? Your Wittle Baby Sister? Sniff” Amaya Said. Rose Just Stared. “Um, Hello? You’re not being Very Dramatic here. I sense an Anti Drama Queen-er!” Said Amaya. “Ugh, fine, you can come with me! Happy now?” “YAYYY!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!” Amaya Happily Exclaimed. Rose sighed. “i’m gonna take that as a yes.” “Mewww????” Mewed Beans, Their giant cat, with puppy eyes. “Aww, Beans wants to come with too! Come on, Beans!” Said Amaya, who could talk to animals. “NO.” Said Rose. “Aww, Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- Okay, how long is this going to take for me to convince you to let beans go?” Said Amaya. “groan FINE. But i’m not buying you anything you beg me for.” said Rose. Amaya Did puppy eyes. “Ugh, fine, one thing.” Amaya Did an even better puppy eye face. “Fine, three things.” Amaya Did An EVEN BETTER Puppy face. “10 things.” Said Rose. Amaya did the best puppy eye face ever. “Ugh, fine! Whatever you want! and i promise, before you make me. now stop that!” Said Rose. “Oh! I wasn’t even gonna make you promise! Good idea!” Said Amaya. Rose Groaned. Beans did a puppy eye face. “Ugh, Fine! The same for you, too! Now stop it!” Said Rose. They went to the grocery store. they looked all over for the ingredients, but They Didn’t have them. Rose Got on her knees. “NO!! THEY CAN’T BE OUT!!! NO, NO!!!” Said Rose. “Excuse me, you’re blocking the way for other Customers and your Screaming is awfully disruptive. Could you move out of the way and please Keep it down a little? Thank you!” Said a woman who worked at the grocery store. “I was wrong. you’re definitely more dramatic than me.” They headed back home. “I’m sorry they were out, Rose. Hey, i Never finished my please!” Said Amaya. “Mew…” Said Beans. “Oh, no, PLEASE do not.” said Rose to Amaya. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! i mean, Eeeeeeeeeeeeease???? Wait no, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease???? Because i was begging you!” Said Amaya. “i’m sorry, I don’t think i’ll make a pie this time…” Said Rose. “What? NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Screamed Amaya. “ ‘i’m sorry, your screaming is disruptive and you’re blocking the way. could you please stop it?’ “ Rose said. “No… P-p-pie! i’m st-st-starting to forget the word!” said amaya. “nope, you’re more dramatic.” Said Rose. “Mew. Mew!” Mewed beans. “Psst! not now, Beans! I’m being dramatic!” Said Amaya. “Mew!!!” “GASP Really?!?! Ha! We went through this whole thing for nothing! Hahahahah!!!” Said Amaya. “What? What is it?!” Asked Rose. “Beans says She Found Everything in The Cabinet! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Answered Amaya. “What? UGH. So we did this entire thing for NOTHING?!?!” “I know, it’s so hilarious, Right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Said Amaya. Rose Groaned. Rose made the pie, with Amaya this year! “Mmm… this is very good, Rose!” Said their Mom. “Thanks! Amaya helped.” Said Rose. and they All Enjoyed All the different kinds of pie, Like the lemon custard and the Chocolate Caramel with squirty whipped cream on top!
THE END


It's 566 words
Credit to @Kitvmh for the Idea

Daily #15:
Amaya and Rose were on the rooftop of an apartment building, shouting stuff. “Remember,
On the rooftop, Shout it out.” Said Rose. “This is the rooftop? Really?” Said Amaya. “Isn’t it? isn’t it? isn’t it? isn’t it?” Said Rose. “something has changed within me. something is not the same.” Said Rose. “Yeah, i think i’m acting like you.” Said Amaya. “and I’M Acting like YOU.” Said Rose. “Let’s not act like each other.” said Amaya. “Okay.” Said Rose. “I LOVE BEANS!” shouted Amaya. “I LOVE CATS! AND SNOW! AND GIANT THINGS! AND DRAGONS! AND BOOKS! AND BEANS! I ALREADY SAID THAT! BUT WHO CARES!” Shouted Amaya on the rooftop. “I HATE GETTING UP EARLY! AND MATH CLASS! AND NOT HAVING ENOUGH TIME TO GET SCHOOLWORK DONE!” Shouted Rose on the rooftop. “I LOVE CAKE! AND PIZZA! AND ICE CREAM! AND CATS! AND CATS! AND CATS! AND THINGS! AND DRAWING! AND THE MELODIC SENSE OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENT MATHEMATICS!” Shouted Amaya. “I don’t think that last one is a thing…” Said Rose. “WHATEVER!!!” Shouted Amaya. “SIGH anyways, I LOVE SAM AND CAT! AND VICTORIOUS! AND HANNAH MONTANA! AND BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER! AND COMPLAINING ABOUT POP CULTURE! AND BILLIE EILESH!” Shouted Rose. “AND I HATE… hey, wait, what do i hate again?” said Amaya. “Hmm… oh yeah! Being annoyed! and I also Hate Hating things! Hey, this is easy!” Rose sighed. “I HATE THAT I CAN’T STAY UP AT 10:00! AND THAT I CAN’T BE ON MY PHONE PAST 8:00! AND I LOVE HORROR MOVIES! AND POPCORN!” Shouted Rose. “ AND I LOVE THAT LAST ONE TOO!” shouted Amaya. “FOOD! DUSTY!” Shouted Amaya. “WHY AM I SHOUTING RANDOM THINGS? YAY!!!! SHOUTING RANDOM THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! YAYYY! KEEP SHOUTING RANDOM THINGS, EVERYBODY! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!” Shouted Amaya. “WOOO! YEAH, COME ON, EVERYBODY! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!” “Amaya…” Said Rose. “What? SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! YEAH!!!!! WOOOO!!!!!” “No one’s joining you.” Said Rose. “YES THEY ARE! IN MY HEAD! NOW COME ON, ROSE, DEAR SISTER, SHOUT RANDOM THINGS WITH ME! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!” Amaya shouted. “No, i’m not gonna- SIGH oh, alright, fine. Shout random things!” Rose shouted badly. “No, it’s not ‘shout random things!’ it’s ‘SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!’” Amaya Corrected. “UGH, Fine… SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!” Shouted rose. “YAYY!!! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!” Amaya shouted. “SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS! SHOUT! RANDOM! THINGS!” The girls shouted together. and they all lived happily ever after shouting on the roof.

Lyrics used: “Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?” from “delicate” by Taylor swift, “on the rooftop shout it out” from “Ready to go” by republica, and “Something has changed within me something is not the same” from “Defying gravity” from Wicked.


Daily #16:
“Hello, i am here with Prickleraven in this camp, or clan, what’s it called? Whatever. Anyways, Welcome to the camp, or clan, whatever it is called, on live TV broadcasting. So, Prickleraven, to start off, tell us a bit about yourself. Do you have any siblings?” Asked the human broadcaster. “Hello! Yes i do have siblings! i have a younger sister named Ticklepaw. She is one of the apprentices in the mothclan Camp.” Said prickleraven. “And do you ever fight with your sister?” asked the Interviewer. “well, we don’t usually fight now, but we used to fight all the time when we were little.” Said prickleraven in response. “Okay! moving on! next, what do you like to eat?” asked the TV broadcaster. “Well, i like fish, but i don’t like the texture of the bones.” replied Prickleraven to the TV broadcaster. “Ok! is there anything else that you like to eat?” asked the broadcaster. “Heyyyy!” Said ticklepaw. “Oh, who does this happen to be?” asked the broadcaster. “oh, this cat is just my little sister. wanna join the interview, Ticklepaw?” asked prickleraven. “Um, i’m not 100% sure that this is allowed on the TV…” Said the TV broadcaster person. “Um, not to sound threatening but i think if you say that she is totally going to attack you.” whispered prickleraven. “YOU BACK OFF OF HER dawling wittle fister! mews BECAUSE OTHERWISE SHE’LL CLAW YOU WITH HER CLAWS! SO THERE!” Ticklepaw shouted. “I told you!” whispered prickleraven. “Oookay!!! so, Ticklepaw, would you like to tell us what foods you like to eat?” Asked the TV broadcaster. “Oh, scoffs that is SOOOO easy. i love to eat… Drumroll please… i don’t know what it means but i’m pretty sure that it’s a dramatic thing so whatever… I like to eat… THE OTHER CATS CAT PUKE!” she said. “Wh… wh… WHAT?!” Asked the TV broadcaster. “It’s true. she does.” Prickleraven said. “Iiiiiii DO! iiiiii DO! iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Said Ticklepaw. the TV broadcaster sighed. “Okay, now, do you- er, EITHER of you- have any hobbies? Anything you like to do?” Asked the broadcaster on the TV. “I like to (Singing) SIIIIIIIING!! and (singing and dancing) Dance, Da-Da Dance, Da da da da da da DAAANCE!” Said Ticklepaw. “what do you like to do, Prickleraven?” Asked the broadcaster. “Well, i like to battle train, and i like to collect herbs, too! it’s quiet, and relaxing, and also fun!” Said Prickleraven. “That sounds fun. Do you usually get to collect herbs?” “Um, no, not really. i collect herbs in my free time sometimes, and bring them to the medicine cats den so they can use them on patients, because It’s their job to collect and use them, not mine.” Said prickleraven. “I also like to act- ‘no! no, william! don’t do that! NOOO!’ and More stuff! like tell ghost stories and scaring the kits in the nursery!” Said Ticklepaw. “Okay! Well, i am very sorry, but i am sad to say that this is all that we have time for today! Goodbye! and remember, we’ll be back Tomorrow with a new interview! Would you two like to say goodbye to the fans?” Asked the Broadcaster. “Of course! Goodbye, i had so much fun with this interview. Goodbye!” said prickleraven “NO! no, wilma- er, William! don’t end the show! no! NO!” Said ticklepaw. “my name Is Wilma. See you all tomorrow! Bye!” said the broadcaster.

THE END
Credit to @Kitvmh for the idea for which character to use
The character is from my book i'm working on.
Credit to Erin hunter for the warrior cats world building.
It is 571 words long.

Daily #20:
I never want to go inside in spring. Once there was a party where guests would bring. In the springtime the ground is covered in Grass. in the summer it is covered in glass. One time my neighbors gave me a flower. and i thought that it had very much power. it was even more beautiful then the sky, and i even imagined i used it to fly. And not only that but it looked like a cloud. at my first sight it made me scream so loud.

i have a cat who likes to bathe in the sun. i try to get her off the table before She is done. She also loves to look at the moon. and she also eats caterpillars in their cocoon. she gazes when there’s a star, and thinks nothing’s too far. She also loves to gaze at planets, and sometimes plays with granite. she loves to go out especially at night, and she loves most things at her first sight. And last but not least she loves a constellation, and i really think she is a beautiful creation.

once there was silence, Then there were was a wave, It made a big crash, and then there was violence. there was a grave, then there was a flash. i feel cold, like in the deep. and now all i seek, is what makes me weep.


Thanks to @babyoda1546 for the first and second word sets and @Chueythecat for the third Set of words.
Daily #21:

Georgia Went under deck to get away from the weather. it was so rainy, and so hot and foggy. she was devastated when she felt it was still hot under deck. she went to bed in her straw bed, which was very, well, strawy. she couldn’t fall asleep that night. it was too hot, and the straw sinking into her skin didn’t help her cool off. she hated the ship. it wasn’t warm enough, and it didn’t even have everything necessary. she had some empathy, as she was poor too, but she was starting to regret paying half her money to go on this ship. it was terrible. it was so bad she started to wish that she was with the people who got cotton beds. it sounded like a dream right now. she wished she chose the boat that costed three quarters of her money with real food, not just raw fish every night. she started to cry. the next day, the captain gave her her breakfast. “How did you sleep?” asked Diane. Diane was like a mother to Georgia. she raised her. she didn’t know what happened to her parents. all she remembered was laying on the sidewalk when she was three years old and Diane finding her and taking her in. “Ugh…” Georgia replied. Diane understood. she understood georgia. she was similar to georgia as a teenager, and knew what she was feeling most of the time. “Let’s play a game. i made one out of paper.” said diane. “Ugh, how do you play?” asked Georgia. “You pick a card…” said diane. “And then you look at it and then you have to pretend you’re the thing on that card!” diane exclaimed cheerfully. “so, like charades.” said georgia. “Ugh, fine i’ll play your game. i’ll go first.” said georgia. “YAY!!!” said diane. “I’ll go first.” said diane. “diane, i just said-” said georgia. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. oh! i forgot to tell you, you also have to guess what i am.” said diane. “NO! NO! I DON’T WANT TO!” Said diane. “a… person… who’s… mad… about… something…?” georgia guessed in confusion. “NO! NO! THAT’S NOT IT! I’M NOT MAD!!” said diane. “I. AM. YOU!!!” said diane. “So, how was that?” said diane cheerfully. “I don’t act like that!!!” said georgia. “Yes, you do.” said diane. “wait… you put me on these cards?” asked georgia.
“Yyyep!” answered diane. “um, why would you put me in this game? i don’t know why I would be relevant to this.” said georgia. “There’s no ‘relevant’ or ‘unrelevant’ in this game. just something you can pretend to be! Like a potato!” said diane. “how can you pretend to be a potato?” asked georgia. “like this!” said diane. she curled up into a ball and laid down on the floor. Georgia sighed. “okay, my turn.” she drew a card. she curled up into a ball and laid down on the floor. “Potato!” said diane. “Yes…” said georgia. “Yay!!! i got it right!” said diane. Flower, cat, tree, burger, bee, they did many different rounds. that night, georgia went to sleep well. the next morning, a big wave went crashing into the ship. no one was hurt, but there was a cat in that wave. that washed up on deck. georgia decided to keep the cat, and she decided to name it Pickles wave, wave for short, and has many nicknames. She loves to Sit in her lap and on her feet. She loves to be pet on her belly, and to sit on high surfaces. she couldn’t sleep the next night because she couldn’t turn over because of Wave. wave is a very sweet kitten.

THE END

(Thanks to @Seagulling for the poem)

Daily #23:
I sat down next to anastasia at lunch. “hey, can i sit here?” I asked. “Sure.” said anastasia. It was my 8th day at a new school and I didn’t have any friends yet. “thanks.” I said. “so… h-h-how long have you been at this school?” i asked. “Last year.” said Anastasia. “cool.” i said. “What do you- what are your hobbies?” I asked. “i like acting, guitar, singing, and art.” said Anastasia. “you?” Asked anastasia. “I like to read. and to write. and art. and singing.” i said. “Cool.” she said. She’s so cool! Look at her hair! well, you can’t actually see her hair, so i guess i’ll just describe it. it’s long and dark brown, and curly and she has a pink streak in it! and her outfit? it’s a black t-shirt with a skull on it and a red, black, gold and green skirt with fishnet tights! and she has triple pierced earrings!!! “Hi, Anastasia.” said A girl with a pink velvet skirt and a red satin top with puffed sleeves, Red high heels, and fake sapphire earrings. “Ugh, what are you doing with This girl?” Said a girl with a pink dress. “she’s cool…” she said. “really? That Girl?” Said the one with a satin top. “I bet she doesn’t even know what fashion is!” said the one in the dress. they both laughed. not anastasia though. “Victoria… Bonnie…” said anastasia. The girls eventually left her alone. “ugh, sorry about them.” said anastasia. “it’s okay.” I said. I… i think she’s really pretty… and cool… i think i have a crush on her. “hey, Cat? can i tell you a secret? you have to promise not to tell anybody.” said anastasia. “Sure.” i said. “okay. so… i think i have a crush on Kelly.” she said. “okay.” I said. “y-you’re not upset?” said anastasia. “no…” I said. I try not to feel sad, but i have to wipe off my glasses to hide my tears. “Good. when i told Victoria and bonnie, they thought she was so uncool.” said Anastasia. When i get home, i cry and cry and cry against my pillow. after a long time, i finally come up to her at lunch. “Hey… anastasia?” i say. “Hey! what is it?” she asks. “i… have something i want to tell you… even though i know that you won’t feel the same, but… i have a crush on you.” i say. she just stares at me for a while. finally, she says something. “Well… i don’t…” she says. “i mean, i do, i just… i can’t.” she says. “what do you mean?” i ask. “i mean… well… sigh i’m dating kelly now.” she says. “What?” i say. “I… i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, i just… well, didn’t really ever get the chance to tell you.” she says. “i understand if you’re mad…” She says. “I’m not.” i say. “Thank you. and… i would love to date yo if i weren’t dating kelly.” she says. “I know. Oh! well, looks like lunchtime’s over. Bye!” I say. “See you later!” she says.

THE END

Daily #24:
My Bed feels cold, and it also feels hot at the same time. It feels like it’s made out of icicles, but it also feels like burning ash. like lava, and like snow. my head feels hot, like it’s on fire. but just hot. i can only feel my bed. i can hear the squeaking noise it makes, i can feel the way it tosses me left and right. i feel my leg stuck on something. i can’t tell what it is. i can only tell that it’s something warm, which feels nice in the cold and bad in the heat. i feel a leak in the roof. i hear lightning strike a tree. i hear the millions of raindrops hitting the windows. i hear the high winds of a storm outside. i hear sirens. i feel wind in my hair as if the storm came inside. i feel cold now. just cold. i feel rain. i feel wind. i feel water in my bed. i hear something collapse. i hear a distant scream. i hear a voice. i feel someone putting their hand on me. i know there’s several leaks. i know because i can feel dozens of drops of water landing on top of me. i feel cold. i feel colder every minute. i hear the window break as the glass shatters all over my bed. i feel the wind on my hair. i feel a Shock. a big shock. lightning. i got shocked by lightning. i want to get up but my leg is stuck in something. i want to escape the coldness and the way i feel trapped. i hear more lightning. i feel more rain. i feel more wind. i finally break free. i get a snack. i taste the sweetness, the savory, the sourness. it tastes like something good. i can’t tell what though. i think it’s a treat. i think it’s rotten food. i think i taste lemon bars. i brush my teeth. the brussels feel soft against my cold teeth. i feel a splash of water. i feel rain again. i think that there’s another leak. i go back to bed and i shiver on the cold, wet stairs. i slip. i feel pain. i feel bad. i feel sadness. i put on a cold bandage. my bed feels warm, and now, i can finally, finally go back to sleep in bed.

Daily #26:

Tori wouldn’t Bring rex back to life. she just couldn’t. “No.” she said. “NO!! YOU HAVE TO!!!” said robbie. he started sobbing. “fine…” she said. after that, rex couldn’t talk. “Oh, thank you, rex, i am looking very handsome today.” said robbie. they were all very very very annoyed by this. “Hey guys, did you check out the new video on the slap?” said jade. “Yeah i know it’s so cute!” said cat. “what do you mean it’s cute?” said tori. “what do you mean? that kitten is the cutest!” said cat. “what kitten?” said tori. “In ‘kitten in a Bee costume’.” said cat. “I wasn’t talking about that, i was talking about- hey, that kitten is really cute!” said tor
i. They all went “Awww!” to the kitten. “Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!” rex muffled. “Aw, thanks rex! i wish that you were beautiful too!” said robbie. rex sobbed muffledly. “Eww, what is that puppet doing?” said Trina. “hey! he’s not a puppet! he doesn’t like being called one!” said robbie. “But who cares?” said Robbie. “I wish i had heard that a loooot sooner.” said Tori. “I know.” said Jade. Jade slapped him. He Let out a muffled Ow. “okay, it’s my turn.” said Jade. “Yep, i’m beautiful. But i Don’t wish i could say the same for you.” said jade. They each took turns insulting rex. he sobbed and he sobbed and he sobbed and he sobbed and he sobbed even more. “Wow, rex, i almost Feel almost the least possible sorry for you!” said Tori. “Aw, come here, rex. That was so nice of you to say that!” said Robbie. “I mean, you called me funny! i wish i could call you a quarter funny!” said Robbie. Rex sobbed and sobbed. No one liked him! rex muffled something like “No! You’re not funny!” “Aww. that was so nice! thank you! i Am the funniest guy in the world! Come here…” said robbie. “No, Come Here.” said jade. “MM! MM-MM!!” muffled Rex. “Aw… yes… you give such bad hugs…” said jade. She slapped him in the eye really really Super duper hard. “OW! OWOWOWOW! OWWWWW!!!!” Rex muffly screamed. “Oh, i’m sorry, rex, is there anything you’d like?” asked cat. “Cat, what are you doing?” said Tori. “It’s not what it looks like!” Whispered cat. “Mm. Mm-hmm!” muffled rex Sounding Very, very relieved. “Well, i’m not getting it for you!” said cat cheerfully. Rex sobbed even more. After that, they all enjoyed Insulting rex. “Awww! nobody likes me!! How could they? i’m so great?!?!” Rex sobbed muffly. “Bye everyone! Thanks for insulting rex! I think he enjoyed all the attention.” said robbie later when they were saying goodbye. “No problem! It was an honor.” said Cat. she curtsied. “It was my pleasure!” said Tori. she bowed. Rex sobbed. “oh, it’s okay they’re gone, don’t worry! they’ll be back tomorrow!” said robbie. Rex sobbed.
THE END

daily #2
450 words

It’s time for the end. The curtain lifts, the audience is electric with energy surging through the entire building, and the final song plays out. The dancers leap across the stage, feet barely skimming the floor before they’re in the air again, effortlessly spinning towards everything and nothing at all.
It’s a beautiful sight. But I have a job to do. So as the dancers rise again and the song continues, I flicker the lights, watching them pace across the building, shining on faces and bodies. The star of the show, ignoring its magical performers, is the chandelier that hangs above the center of the stage, ancient and antique, glowing with flames under the spotlight’s beam.
The real star of the show, the performer Angelica Maria, skips across the golden wood until she is directly under the chandelier.
The moment has come.
The chandelier chains snag, snapping and warping as the light goes out, the glass and metal hitting the wood of the stage with a sickening crash.
Angelica is fine. I can promise you that, as unreliable a narrator as I am. The chandelier would’ve killed any ordinary person but that was the unfortunate purpose of our show.
To make people disappear.

“You’ve had your last laugh this time, Tomason. Her family is furious—one accident is an accident, two is a cooincedence, three is extremely strange, and four is undoubtedly intentional. What do you have to say for yourself?”
I shrugged my shoulders, thinking of the four and the places they must be now. “We are too poor to afford quality materials.”
“I was in the audience, Tomason. It was full to the brim. I paid good money for my ticket, as did all of the fine folk in the audience. Where is it going if not to pay for quality materials?”
I shrugged again. The truth was to help the four in their new lives, wherever they may be. “The building is expensive.”
“That was given to you. I think the truth is this: you’re a murderer. There has never been an accident in Elegieria Hall.”
To give the investigator credit, one of those sentences was true. Elegieria Hall had never seen an accident in all its days.
“Give me a day,” I said. “My biggest show is tonight. Tomorrow, arrest me.”
His eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “Don’t skip town.”

And it was the truth—this would be the biggest show ever.
I replaced Angelica. I danced where she did, sang her song, the chandelier replaced by emptiness.
But my fate remained the same.
And I looked up, unlike her, and saw the great wooden cupboard as it shifted, tilted, and fell.
It was time for the end.

──★ ˙ same line daily
652 words … march 1

Write a piece that opens and closes with the exact same line, but by the time the reader reaches the end, its meaning has completely changed. Whether the line turns hopeful, tragic, ironic, or sinister is up to you—just make sure the journey reshapes it. Write at least 400 words for 500 points, plus 150 points for sharing proof!

a sign, an omen, a glitch

everyone was always telling those words throughout melissa's life. she never found it a bad thing. in fact, she love the attention she was constantly showered in. what set her apart from the rest? well, it was the fact that she was supposed to be the one the Elders prophesized about. she was meant to be the one to fix everything, to save her world.

it had been a century since the world had been digitalized. however, it was controlled by a computer system that suddenly became sentient. now their “perfect” world was destroyed, and people were suffering. pain was worse than it had ever been in human history. it was indescribable, and always there. it was there in poverty. it was there in addiction. it was there in death.

melissa was the one who was supposed to free everyone from this prison. and it excited her. the idea of her leaving a great legacy was always a huge dream of hers, and that was something that she was 100% sure she would have. her having a great destiny and freeing her people and future generations was something she knew would happen. she wasn't scared of this “heavy burden” as people put. in fact, she couldn't wait to succeed and see smiles on people's faces again.

or at least that's what she thought.

the girl grabbed the edge of the cliff, dangling over the infinite void. her hand was slipping as tears rolled down her cheeks. it wasn't supposed to end like this. melissa was supposed to free the people, not die in a pathetic way.

a laugh rang out from all around her. “0H Y0UNG, N4!V3 CH1LD.” a glitched voice began, it's voice seemingly amused. “Y0U R34LLY TH0UGHT Y0U W3RE S0M3BODY SP3CI4L, D!DN'T YOU?” the voice continued in a mocking tone. it was the very thing that ruined the digitalized world. the very thing melissa was supposed to defeat. but she hadn't.

along the way, she activated a trap. the floor had suddenly split under her. now, she could only hope that it would pity her or someone would come. she knew, however, that was never going to happen. no one even knew where she was, and the computer didn't have feelings. if it had, it contained no humane emotions in it, only the desire to kill and destroy.

it laughed again. “1T W@S S0 MUCH FUN PL4Y!NG W1TH Y0U, M3L!$S@.” the voiced snarled at her name and she winced. she was about to fall. but she had to hang on, there was no other choice. but she had failed them. she had failed to save her friends and family, just like she had vowed. closing her eyes, she pictured all of them in her head, one last memory before she fell to her fate.

her fingers finally slipped. underneath the fear, melissa strangely felt comfort. the idea of finally resting from a world so broken brought solace to her. she knew she wouldn't have to work hard no longer. and yet, that feeling of failure still creeped at her. she wanted to rest, but couldn't from the disappointment from the others. if only she had been more careful…

“TH3Y W3RE R1GHT T0 C4LL Y0U A GL!TCH. BUT N0T B3C4USE Y0U W0ULD S@VE TH3M, BUT B3C4USE Y0U W0ULD BR1NG M0R3 SUFF3RING. I H0PE Y0U'R3 H4PPY W!TH WH@T Y0U'VE D0NE.” it's voice was the last thing she heard before melissa was engulfed by the dark void. it was right. her actions would only lead to more pain to her people. how foolish she had been, she should have known. it was all wrong, the prophecy wasn't meant to signify how great she would be. but rather, how she would worsen the condition of the world. glitches were never good, and that's what she was.

a sign, an omen, a glitch.

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CLAIMING

SWC Essay???
3/1/2026
1000 words

A/N: Gonna be completely honest I have no clue what this is. I haven't edited it other than for like. Spelling. I lost the plot halfway through, but yeah

There are landmark pillars that mark the passing of time: birthdays, New Year's, family reunions, Mariah Carey's voice filtering through sound systems of malls across the globe… Time wears away at the new paint on the walls and the tires of our bikes. Our social circles change and evolve as we grow and get older. The passage of time can be shown in many ways and consistent landmarks are not only annual, like birthdays and holidays, but even smaller. Report cards come in regularly and we are acutely aware of them. Dentist visits come and go.

But there's a year round monthly cycle that has me anticipated every. single. time.

The triannual camp called SWC calls writers from around the globe. But the word ‘triannual’ can be a bit deceiving for all that goes in. See, we've got March, July, and November for the actual sessions. But the following month is results, and then we've got leader apps, and then camper apps and planning. For every calendar month, there's an SWC equivalent. Passage of time? What are years? A year is 12 months, a mere fraction and a large lumped group of time that can be hard to decipher.

When did I start theatre? Well, it was in a January and it was after my first time co-leading in March 2022. I started theatre in January 2023. When did I meet Moss and Kit? Well, it was obviously during their first session in November 2021, so I've known both of them for over 4 years. How long have I known Alex? Well, if I take the fact that we know each other because we both applied for co-leader in March 2022 and started talking during the application stage, and consider how long that's been with her current age… I've known her for about a third of her life. Insane stuff!

But more than just SWC having consistent landmarks for the passing of time, we could also explore the different elements that define SWC culture! Inside jokes, symbols, etc, all contribute to this. Inside jokes are likely the most obvious and easiest to discuss, as is the general way Scratch works that influences the way that we communicate with one another on this website! Marc Mangoson, guitars, Encanto, Dora the Explorer, these things may seem random and unrelated, but memories are powerful. Just a few of these can connect the dots for the right people and keep the memories of past sessions alive.

The extent of our shared unique lexicon are sprinkled throughout the way we type to one another, from very casual references of arson, to the occasional beqat, and language such as cabin wars and critiqjadhsflsajdhf, which would be otherwise indecipherable. Of course, the correct spelling of critiquitaire is not that much more discernable for one who hasn't participated in SWC. But it's the small things like knowing what an Ibex is that links to one of our mascots or the frequency to which fifty headed hydras are attempted that show that we are a group of writers.This community is the only reason why I know how to spell and what a criquitaire is, and, sure, I may be an outlier in that I actually spell out critiquitaire instead of stopping halfway to keyboard smash, but we aren't all the same. We have our own strengths and weaknesses. It's what makes us a group with diverse skills.

It's the amalgamation of youth from around the world who band together with a shared love of writing, no matter how small. Those who plan to be in social work or in medicine, those who truly want to pursue writing as a career and those who keep it as a hobby for fun because it brings them some joy, those who are in middle school and those who have graduated and are looking for their path in life. It's a representation of the way that this community has united and bonded us, spanning interests and ages and country borders.

It's the ever present chaos that drums under the surface, ready to burst and take over at a moment's notice. It's the collective understanding of the chaos that is a driving force and the effective utilization of it causes an instantaneous connection. In the middle of a bandwagon starting, the most efficient way to make yourself one with the group is to be there from the beginning. Activity rolls and culminates and you were there all along. This makes it easy for newcomers to join the ‘in group’ or feel a sense of belonging, because there are so many moments of opportunity to get your foot in the door. When there are spurts of asking questions and lighthearted arguments that have sides that are easy to join, assimilation can be a second thought and jumping into the fun can be easier.

This is, of course, all being stated without even getting to the core of the camp: writing. Any group of people coming together for a shared interest is bound to have similarities. This group of writers somehow share a profound love of fire, mangoes, and mountain goats. It's wonderful when the stars align to bring together a group of remarkable people and see them so intertwined in ways untold. It's the combination of the right minds speaking at the same wavelength to meld in a way to create multiple long-term friendships that grow and extend far beyond the confines of scratch.mit.edu. It's pure creative energy and a drive to learn and become those who continue to work at their craft. It's the support of a community who will be there for your downfalls and understand the struggles you are going through, to help lead you over the mountain so you can flourish on your own. It's remembering those who came before us and utilizing what they gave us to provide more for those who will come. It's love and community and a family that will remember you when you feel lost.

hi hi!! i’m pepper (she/her), and i’m co leading adventure this session alongside the wonderful sage and em! i’m currently typing this out on my mobile google docs in a brand new document that i haven’t pretty-fied yet sobbing, but it’s okay!! i feel like my 1k word intros are all pretty similar, so i’m going to try to be really broad about my main interests and dive deeper into minuscule topics that i usually am brief about ;D

let’s start with swc info first though <3 this is my TENTH session of swc and i am really proud of it despite the nice handful of you out there that have been around a bit longer than me ;D i like to think i have some old swc veteran status now but hey, that might just be me hahah
some of my goals this session are to write 15k words, complete 20 dailies, 2 weeklies, and absolutely grind during cabin wars this session.

this chunk is for the broad main interests ;D sue me (more on that later) if there’s more than two sentences per topic.
i love listening to music. my favorite artists are hozier, noah kahan, laufey, arctic monkeys, and forrest frank (who’s concert i am going to this summer :0)!
i love playing music! i play alto sax for my school’s concert and jazz band, and am learning clarinet so i can play in the pit orchestra for my highschool’s musical next year!
i play sports! my favorite sport is soccer, but i also am starting both flag football and track for the first time this spring!
i love to read! my favorite genres are dystopian, fantasy, (murder) mystery, and romance so long as it isn’t the main plot. i’ve read 22 books toward my 50 book goal this year which i am also really proud of because last year i only read 45 books total and this year i am lowkey on fire :0 please come ask me about books
and of course i love writing! i’ve been writing since forever, and swc has played a huge part in my growth and motivation hehe <3

okay now we’re zooming into the tiny things that make up my personality ;D firstly, SUE ME! i don’t watch a ton of youtube but i do enjoy a good ryan trahan video. he probably is my favorite youtuber, alongside his amazing wife, haley pham (WHO’S BOOK IS COMING OUT THIS MONTH SCREAMING)! the 50 states in 50 days series that happened over the summer had me in a CHOKEHOLD. i was very disappointed to find out i would be at summer camp while he visited my state TuT (although i did have an amazing week at summer camp regardless hehe) <3 his candy is delicious too by the way in case you haven’t tried it, i lowkey have only had the watermelons and blue sour strips but they are so yummy

also! silly socks are my love. if you can’t tell by the banner on my profile (adventure ftw!), i love my silly socks and they are indeed cooler than i am <3 i am a firm believer that the best people in your life will gift you a pair of socks, whether fluffy or silly, and i am proud to announce that all my favorite people HAVE given me socks ) i have two different colored pair of geese wearing hats socks (matching with a friend), rubber duckies (from my grandma), crater lake bears (from my dad), skull socks (from my dad), pickle polka dot socks (from my brother), honeybees and candy canes (from my bf), drop the beet vegetable music socks (from someone..?), and likely various others that are slipping my mind! i will be wearing silly socks to every track meet with my spikes and no one can stop me.

my room decor is gorgeous and i am in love with how i’ve designed it the past few months!!! during the summer i printed, cut, and glued a bunch of lyric squares and use some string and clothespins to hang them all over the tops of my walls and they turned out so good <3 i have an insane amount of books so i bought some wall shelves to go next to a board of polaroid pictures on my desk. i draped some silver strings of stars in and out of the shelves!! and i also recently just bought MORE longer shelves to go on the opposite wall because my room was overflowing with books sobbing, and my friend is bringing me some vines to drape on those shelves so we’ll see how that turns out!! now i only have 4 books without shelf space, though my birthday is coming up so i may have to invest in yet another pack of shelves. or perhaps a book carousel would be interesting to try!

some miscellaneous facts about me to end off my intro!
- i refuse to use a regular pencil, i need mechanical ones or just a smooth gel pen or something sobbing
- i’ve been writing all lowercase since for the past 3-4 years (?), because someone told me i was a dry texter so i spiced up my texting a little bit pftt
- i actually locked in on my bible notes and am obsessed with how i’ve been formatting things the past few months (obviously it’s not about pretty notes as much as it is the actual message but it’s still pleasing lol <3), basically i write messy doodley notes on a scrap piece of paper and then copy all the important details on a sticky note to put in the chapter we were studying and so now i have a fun colored highlighter and sticky noted bible that helps me study <3
- i wear converse ALL the time
- i’m not good at making friends irl at all TuT the only friends i have are the band seniors but they’re all graduating this year smh

anyway! hopefully this was a fun introduction for you to read (if anyone made it this far hehe), and i’d love to chat about anything here you found interesting :0 happy swc!
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an extremely obscure 67 joke disguised as an actual piece of writing || daily #2 || 1011 words

H-4332 was severed from the Hive.
Its Mistress tapped something into the glowing square it cradled, then looked up at H-4332, baring her teeth. It had learned that expression; it meant that the Mistress was pleased. H-4332 bared its teeth back.
Mistress chuckled gently, reaching out to rest a palm on the glass between it and her. She did this only rarely — only when extremely satisfied. H-4332 shivered in ecstasy. It has done well. Its Mistress favored it.
“Keep up the good work,” Mistress said, tapping the glowing square again. H-4332 felt the link to the Hive snap back into place, and the buzz of other minds filled it once again. No, the buzz of one mind, split into many bodies. Around H-4332, the tank began to fill with fluid. The last thing H-4332 saw before sleep claimed it was Mistress’ retreating form as she walked away.
***
The next time H-4332 woke was not to Mistress’ face but to the harsh, strobing sounds and sights of the alarms going off. H-4332 was dragged from warm unconsciousness into blunt reality, wondering if this was another of Mistress’ tests.
When its Mistress didn’t appear, though, it began to register distress. Something was wrong with the Hive; the buzzing was irregular, and it felt… strange, as though patches of it had gone a fuzzy gray. As though other members of the Hive had been disconnected. The gray was spreading farther and farther with every heartbeat. Now that it was awake, it could sense vibrations, and there seemed to be more noises than the usual gurgle of tanks and the beeping of machines.
H-4332 pushed up against the glass, trying to see out of it. It was more difficult in the fluid, and it couldn’t make out anything but the wailing, flashing red alarms.
Something crashed, and the door hissed open. H-4332 waited for the Mistress or one of her attendants to step through, but what appeared was not the Mistress.
It was another creature like the Mistress, but vastly different, at the same time. Another figure popped up beside it, and this one, while still strange, looked more like Mistress did.
The second creature gagged, averting its eyes. “Disgusting,” it said in the tone of voice Mistress reserved for the members of the Hive who most displeased her. “Honestly, who thought these things were a good idea?”
The first creature said nothing, stepping further into the room. It moved around the room, eyeing the machines. “This one is in a separate area. None of the files mentioned any of them being quarantined.” It glanced at H-4332’s tank, then began disconnecting machines.
“There’s got to be some way to turn off this blasted alarm,” the second creature muttered, wandering around the room and jabbing random buttons. The first one grabbed its arm. “Wait-”
The Hive had gone entirely dark. H-4332 could find no solace in its mind as the fluid in its tank began to gurgle out.
The first creature said something garbled. “Raini, we were supposed to take one in for study.” It pushed a few buttons itself, but the fluid didn’t stop receding. “The others died when we drained the tanks. I don’t think they can survive without it.”
The second creature blew out a breath. “Sorry. I was just trying to get the alarms to shut up. I don’t see why we can’t just grab a dead one and study that instead. Or, better yet, burn the whole place to the ground and leave it all to rot. This place is horrible.” It shuddered, glancing at H-4332.
Air met H-4332’s skin, and it cringed. The Mistress had only recently begun draining the tank during her tests, and it still felt strange not to have the warm, slightly thick fluid surrounding it. The first creature sighed and raised something in its hands, leveling it at the tank. “No sense in making it suffer any more than it has. Doc will just have to make do without a live specimen.”
Mistress still hadn’t come. H-4332 needed her, needed her like the other members of the Hive had needed the fluid to stay alive. This was feeling less and less like a test with every second.
The first creature approached the tank, still holding the device. It was sleek and black, a rod of dark metal, and as it got closer H-4332 could feel more than hear the low hum it gave off. It reminded it of the Hive, but unlike the Hive, which had always carried a sense of security, this hum felt anything but safe.
The creature paused, gaze raking H-4332. Its hand brushed the glass, and reflexively H-4332 mirrored it.
It stopped.
“Hey, Raini, come tell me if I just saw what I thought I saw,” it said.
The second creature walked over, frowning. “Yes? Why haven’t you done anything yet?”
“Watch this,” it said, and placed its hand on the glass again. H-4332 reached for it, feeling slick coolness against its skin.
“It’s not dead yet, even though the fluid has drained,” the first creature continued.
“Xan, just get it over with.”
The creature raised the metal rod again, and the humming intensified. A moment later, something snapped past H-4332, leaving a scorching trail of heat in the air.
Glass shattered.
More noise began to leak in. The alarms were almost unbearably loud, and the machines that were still on whirred.
A moment later, hands pulled H-4332 from the only home it had ever known, pulled cords free, pulled the wire that connected it to the Hive. The last link snapped free, leaving H-4332 well and truly alone.
The awful reality took a moment to register. This was no test. There was no Mistress coming to tell it what a good job it had done. There was no mind to share in, no endless round of tests to pass and fail and pass again. There was not even a tank any longer; glass lay shattered on the ground, still smeared with fluid. And it knew.
H-4332 was severed from the Hive.

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◪ Noͦ 1
Wordcount: 609
Topic: Introduction!
Points earned: Brownie Pointss
Cabin: Cyberpunk

I may be a little late with this, but that has NEVER stopped me from rambling, so HELLOOOO EVERYBODY WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL, IT'S AVA, AND I AM ONCE MORE GOING THROUGH THE PHENOMENON OF FORGETTING TO PRESS THE POST BUTTON AND BEING STUCK LOSING ALL MY WORDS </3

Okay, so let's hyper-fixate on one thing at a time. One thing I love is producing music. I have the whole condenser microphone and all (WHICH DOESN'T WORK BECAUSE THE HDMI CONVERTER IS LOOSE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH), and whenever I'm not producing beats, I have a lyric book where I write down the most gut-wrenching lyrics that I never look at again. I do have one completed song, and it's called “DREAMS” (which is quite depressing as well </3). If you listen to my music, you'd probably ask what was wrong :sob: I'm working on making happier and brighter songs, but until now I have sticking to my inspiration from sombr and Conan. TALKING ABOUT SOMBR AND CONAN, I love singing as well! The funniest thing is that I usually write sad songs or dreamy songs, and I listen to every genre possible. You'll find my playlist is a combination of pop, blues, r&b, hip-hop, rock, and even COUNTRY (Taylor Swift kinda cooked this year.) When I listen to music, it doens't matter what mood I'm in, my playlist will set the mood for me.

Another thing is I love choreographing dances! Unfortunately, last year I hurt my knee badly (I have lax joints), because the bone and the joint are not perfectly aligned, so while dancing, my knee popped in and popped out, which bruised my entire bone </3) so I wasn't able to dance much or play sports. I'm much better now, but I still have to do a lot of exercise for it. So in my spare time, when I'm NOT doing physiotherapy, I do try to dance like I used to. It's a slow process since I'm kind of scared, but I'll never get better if I don't try!

About physical activities, I love sports as well! (Which were also hindered due to my knee.) My favourite sports are volleyball, throwball, and swimming. Did you know one of my friends is in the throwball national team :0 get outta here, that's so cool. I just started learning volleyball this year after months of begging, and my parents finally allowed me, only for me to get hurt, so that was kind of disappointing as well. Hopefully, this year I can start playing volleyball again!

Obviously, as everyone else does here, I love reading and writing like they're part of my soul. The first book I ever wrote was when I was 5 years old. I remember it was about talking animals who realised their friend was sick, yada yada yada, and they needed to go on a whole quest. Apparently, 5-year-old me didn't believe in hospitals. My favourite book series that I've read are The Cruel Prince, Shatter Me, Percy Jackson, Fourth Wing, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder, and so many more I can't list because sadly my memory often gets wiped when I'm trying to remember something </3 Reading had often been my sense of comfort whenever things went south. I think I would have gone insane without my books, so thank god I had them with me.

Now until now, I've only reached around 600 words, but I really cannot rewrite all the material I lost, so we have to stop here for now, folks <3 IF YOU EVER WANNA BE FRIENDS DONT BE AFRAID TO ASK ME, I NEED MORE OF THOSE :sob:

⋆.˚ ꜱᴀꜰꜰʀᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✎ ᴅᴀɪʟɪᴇꜱ ˎˊ˗
3.2.26 || “Down the Match” || 795 words
3.3.26 || “The Not-So-Great Migration” || 587 words
3.5.26 || “The Great Gatsby ~ Book Review” || 369 words
3.6.26 || “Echoes of Emotions” || 361 words
3.10.26 || “Bi-daily Memoir Ideas” || 640 words
3.12.26 || “Con Kỳ Lân” || 588 words
3.14.26 || “Love Once More” || 438 words
3.15.26 || “Fateful Encounter” || 491 words
3.17.26 || “Book Synopsis” || 444 words
3.19.26 || “Letters to Enemies” || 374 words
3.20.26 || “Bouts-Rimés” || 201 words
3.21.26 || “Mountains of Isolation” || 670 words
3.24.26 || “The Scent and Sounds of a Summer Night” || 457 words
3.25.26 || “Almost Perfect” || 652 words
3.29.26 || “Behind the Palace Walls” || 546 words
3.30.26 || “The Weight of Balance” || 671 words

✎ ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟɪᴇꜱ ˎˊ˗
3.3-9.26 || “Saige Merlot & Captain Vex” || 3.351 words total
3.9-16.26 || “An Incident and Issues” || 2,144 words total
3.16-23.26 || “The Sci-Fi World of Aethelgalrd” || 2,416 words total
3.23-30.26 || “The Hidden Paths of Dorlen Glen” || 2,095 words total

✎ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ˎˊ˗
3.4.26 || “A Moment Longer” || 222 words || loss
3.4.26 || “Boardwalk Watcher” || 235 words || win
3.5.26 || “The Birthday Surprise” || 395 words || win
3.18.26 || “Little Birdie's Fall” || 200 words || loss

✎ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴡᴀʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ˎˊ˗
3.22.26 || “A Peaceful Morning on the Beach” || 645 words

✎ ᴄʀɪᴛɪQᴜᴇꜱ ˎˊ˗
3.6.26 || “Ghosts” by @ChueyTheCat || 750 words
3.9.26 || “Judgement” by @moosywoosy || 1,155 words
3.12.26 || “Sparks from the Past” by @-NightGlow- || 752 words
3.16.26 || Critique Part of Weekly #2 with @sweetcakefamily || 467 words

✎ ᴘᴇɴᴘᴀʟꜱ ˎˊ˗
Sage || letter forum || @babyoda1546
Tilly || letter forum || @sweetcakefamily
Sage || letter forum || @_midnight_rain_

✎ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜꜱ ˎˊ˗
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/874877/?page=1#post-9073898

⋆˚✿˖° ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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◪ Noͦ 2
Wordcount: 600/400
Topic: Write a piece that opens and closes with the exact same line, but by the time the reader reaches the end, its meaning has completely changed.
Points earned: 500+150 for proof
Cabin: Cyberpunk

Because it is winter, the night is cold and dark, which makes you feel like you are the only one in the entire world.

It is winter, and the little brown bear is wide awake. He stares into the black sky with his black eyes, the breeze blowing against his fur. He is supposed to be freezing, but his hide keeps him warm from the bitter bite of the wind. It used to be his mother who did the same thing. She would stand in front of him calmly, her presence quiet and true.

Now, the little brown bear does not see his mother, who protects him from the cold. He does not see his older brothers and sisters who play with sticks and stones and roll over to sleep. He does not see his father, who brings prey back to the den and shares little pieces of fish with him. No, he does not see them at all. He sees an empty cave and an empty heart, which he realises is his own. The little bear knows it has a strong nose, so it steps outside and sniffs the air. He smells the scent of his family, so he walks forward in the direction of the scent. He walks and walks and walks, but does not know how far. He walks with the hope of the scent growing stronger, yet somehow it grows weaker and weaker. He walks till his paws hurt, and his nose is tired, and his empty heart empties more.

He walks until he realizes that he was not really walking- no, he was running. Now he walks, slower than before. The wind bites into his fur, and there is no mother to stand in front of him. His stomach makes him feel light-headed, but there is no father to give him extra bits of fish. He is sad, but there is no older sister to cheer him up and no older brother to play with him.

The little brown bear sits down on the snow quietly. He does not know whether tears are welling up in his eyes because he wants to cry or because the night air blows into his face. All he knows is that his eyes prickle painfully, and he shuts them tightly in retaliation.

The little brown bear decides to turn around and walk back to his den. He decides that if his father won't bring him food, he will bring it himself, and if his mother won't protect him from the cold, he will grow a thicker hide. He reaches the cave silently and slips into the corner of the stone, closing his eyes, feeling himself getting drowsy.

The little brown bear does not know what hibernation is. He did not follow his parents to their den to sleep, and his parents were not awake long enough to realize he was gone. The little brown bear is too young to know that bears sleep during winter, and he does not even know how to. When the little bear wakes up in spring, he will not wait around for his anxious family, who will rush back to look for him. He will believe that he is alone, and when his mother checks the cave, she will find it empty, like the little bear had found it empty too.

Though he feels drowsy, he curls into himself tighter; the freezing air keeps him awake.
After all, it is winter, and the night is cold and dark, which makes you feel like you are the only one in the entire world.

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✿┊March 2nd Daily

They say stories always end the way they begin. Today, prove it. Write a piece that opens and closes with the exact same line, but by the time the reader reaches the end, its meaning has completely changed. Whether the line turns hopeful, tragic, ironic, or sinister is up to you—just make sure the journey reshapes it. Write at least 400 words for 500 points, plus 150 points for sharing proof!

Author's Notes:
✦ This was not proofread either. It's so late but I somehow locked in on this (this is literally longer than most of my weeklies) and I'm so happy. Anyway I'm not sure if this'll make any sense so don't follow its advice.
✦ Technically the final final sentence isn't the same, but it's hidden in parenthesis and the second-last sentence is the same, so I hope it counts?
✦ This was admittedly rushed at the end because my time to sleep quickly came ticking.
✦ And yes this is a Cookie Run x Vivid Bad Squad (Project Sekai) fanfiction. Specifically about the event story “Find a Way Out.” It's probably a little out-of-character though.

“Just keep moving forward, kid, lest you regret it.”

Fire Spirit still remembers the echo of those words, long ago on that dreary humid night.

He had sat on the steps of the live house, chugging an overpriced soda can like there was no tomorrow. With one final greedy gulp, he set it down and let the metal crush beneath his fingers. It flattened with a loud POP! and he tossed it away into the night, not even bothering to seek a trash bin. He bowed his head, exhaling wearily.

“Who’s this new kid?”

“No clue. You think he’s any good?”

“He better. I have high hopes for him, if he’s been chosen to sing here of all places.”

“Hah! Real right! Let’s keep an eye on him throughout the night, eh?”

How could he have been so foolish? To fall for Pitaya’s cruel tricks. To put him up against legends when he himself wasn’t anything more than an inexperienced amateur. Here he thought he could really prove his worth, but now he’s done nothing but just embarrass himself in front of the whole city. It was ridiculous, really. Ridiculous of him and ridiculous of that deceitful, double-dealing Pitaya Dragon.

Fire Spirit sunk his head into his hands. His jacket clung to his figure in the sticky humid night, but he didn’t bother to take it off. He liked the heat, anyway. That’s what he was known for, wasn’t he? The kid who was all heated up, the Eternal Flame, as his street name said. Powerful and promising, everyone told him. What fools they were, to simply feed him lies… He wasn’t a dense child anymore, he knew how to handle things like the sixteen-year-old he was. He knew how to. He knew how to. So why didn’t they just trust him!? Now look where they led him, sitting on the back steps of the most prestigious live house in the area, head in hands, mourning whatever was left of his supposed “potential.”

“Everyone, shhh! Eternal Flame’s up!”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see what this kid’s like!”

“He’s gonna blow us all out of the park, that’s for sure!”

“Really? I doubt no kid could beat Black Pearl’s performance just now. That was life-changing, I tell you!”

“C’mon, let’s have some faith in Pitaya. They always choose the best guys to sing.”

Fire Spirit felt his heart beating in his chest, and he loved its adrenaline. That’s what he lived for. This colour-changing lights, this hard metal stage, the microphone that fit so easily into his hand… This is what he was born to do. This is what he was going to do! Make history, blow everyone all away! Nobody could ever beat the Eternal Flame himself, and he was going to make sure of it today and forever!

Pitaya trusted him, the highest honour there could be to this sixteen-year-old’s heart. So that’s gotta mean he’s good! His talent was enough to bring him all the way up here! Hah, he couldn’t wait to see the look on Millennial Tree’s face. Maybe that old man would finally stop bugging him to practice for once. He’s got this all under control, easy-peasy.

And so the emcee introduced him, the crowd went silent, and the beat went up. He opened his mouth to sing, and–

“Hello, Fire Spirit.”

Fire Spirit’s head snapped up to face the new voice.

“Oh… Millie. Hey.”

Wasn’t it simply ironic? How he couldn’t wait to see Millennial Tree’s face just moments earlier, and now he hid his own face in pure shame. It was so unlike Fire Spirit, the confident and self-assured flame, to do so. For this, Millennial Tree frowned.

“I take it your event didn’t go as planned?” he asked.

Fire Spirit laughed humourlessly. “You’re everywhere, Millie. I’m sure you’ve heard what went on by now.”

“Hm. Observant, I see,” Millennial Tree said. “May I sit?”

“Sure, whatever…” Fire Spirit muttered, still not daring to meet the older man’s eyes. Those eyes that saw right through him and stripped him of every facade. It was unnerving, really.

Millennial Tree gracefully took a seat next to the all-too-ungraceful Fire Spirit. “You’re not satisfied with your results.” It was a statement, not a question.

Fire Spirit sighed. “Yeah, yeah! Look, if you’re just here to remind me of my mistakes, then scram already. I’m not here to listen to anyone’s pity, and that includes you.” He finally found it in himself to look at Millennial Tree, though it was less of “look” and more of “scowl.”

Millennial Tree wasn’t at all fazed by Fire Spirit’s hostility. “I’m not here to give you pity, as much as I would like to,” he stated simply. Always honest that man, huh? “Though you do seem like you would appreciate some company.”

“Company.” Fire Spirit scoffed. “Since when have I ever needed company? You know I’m fine on my own, Millie. I can handle myself. You don’t need to baby me, it’s annoying.”

“I know,” was his cryptic response. Seriously, what was with this guy and his seemingly never-ending urge to frustrate Fire Spirit? “I know you can handle yourself. But as a scorching summer afternoon is better with a cold breeze, a freezing night is better with warmth, is it not?”

Fire Spirit’s scowl completely disappeared off his face, replaced with sheer confusion. “What.”

“You’re cold, Fire Spirit. Perhaps not physically, it’s far too humid for that, though your heart is cold. You wish you never performed this evening.”

Fire Spirit looked away, silent.

“I want to hear it from you yourself, if you are ready. Do you mind telling me what happened?” Millennial Tree tilted his head like a little curious cat. Fire Spirit could swear that this man had whiskers akin to a cat’s as well. Or maybe a wise deer or owl would be a better description.

“What’s the point, you already know…” Fire Spirit mumbled.

“Yet I do not know it from your point of view. I have only heard from outsiders who you, and I quote, ‘could be an audience straight from the military and you still wouldn’t care for their opinions.’”

That was the first smile Fire Spirit cracked since the end of the performance. “Heh, you remembered.” He took a deep breath. “Fine.”

And so the emcee introduced him, the crowd went silent, and the beat went up. He opened his mouth to sing, and–

“Was that a voice crack?”

“Shh, let me listen!”

“No point in listening, he’s horrible…”

“Come on, stop talking! Maybe he’s just warming up, Pitaya never chooses failures like this…”

Eternal Flame sang. He sang with his whole heart yet that regular fire in his heart never lit up. He looked out into the open crowd, and they all looked back, though not with faces of praise or awe as he so thought. Instead, those faces were filled with something akin to disappointment. That was tolerable, sure, but then they soon morphed into disgust and his voice cracked every other syllable out of sheer confusion.

Get it together, Fire Spirit! he scolded himself.

And thus he kept singing. He even jumped along the stage, clapping along the beat and encouraging others to join in. They did, though only halfheartedly, as if it was a boring old chore. He sang, he sang so loud and his lungs were burning, but not in the satisfying way they usually did. Eternal Flame breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath but it was impossible under the air that was suddenly so sticky. His clothes stuck to his skin and his hair was all messed up. Most of all, his voice was nothing good, and for the first time in his life the great Eternal Flame wondered if he wasn’t so great after all.

“I think it’s plain he’s not warming up.”

“Tsk, such a shame. Pitaya’s not gonna be happy about this…”

“Who is this? Some rookie? Why’d they even let him in?”

“Must be some form of nepotism.”

“Even the most nepo-insisting guys wouldn’t dare to hire this guy! He’s amateur at best and downright horrible at worst!”

“Come on, I’m bored. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Stop. No don’t. Stop, stay and watch him shine! Watch him burn! He was burning like he was meant to but it was all in the wrong ways, it was all so wrong and it didn’t work at all. He was supposed to be great and eternal, he was the Eternal Flame himself! Yet his voice was so mediocre and his movements were the opposite of charm and he realised Pitaya had tricked him and they put him on this stage just to embarrass himself and they never really saw any potential in him at all and he was just a boring sixteen-year-old kid who had been praised far too much and had too much ego for his own good and FORGET IT ALL.

He slammed his foot into the ground, dropping the microphone and stomping off stage.

The live house was dead silent, with only the screech of the microphone echoing.

Fire Spirit didn’t even stay long enough to hear the judging insults and remarks when the crowd broke out of their shock.

“And then I burst through the doors, and I’ve just been here for the rest of the night,” Fire Spirit muttered. “I was the final act. Crazy, right? It’s all over now. I heard the emcee say something like, “sorry for the interruption" before dismissing the crowd. That’s all they see me as: an interruption. Like an inconvenient house fire that can’t be controlled.”

Millennial Tree was silent the entire explanation, and Fire Spirit didn’t know if he was relieved or upset. Screw that, he was upset. His voice was cracking and he didn’t want to hear his pathetic self in the middle of the night. Why was he even opening up to this old man, anyway? It was all a mistake. This whole night was a mistake. His entire career was a mistake.

Fire Spirit clenched his fists, crossed his arms and looked away once more. He was horrified when he felt a gentle hand wiping away his tears. He didn’t even know he had started crying. Or maybe he did but he was just full of too much hatred and frustration to even care.

“Has Pitaya ever told you of my first time on that stage?”

Fire Spirit choked, and his head whipped to Millennial Tree. Was this some kind of joke? Why was he changing topics so quickly? He knew Millennial Tree was a jerk but this was just a new low, completely ignoring his monologue slash rant slash vent. Still, Fire Spirit scoffed and shook his head, burying his head even further into his elbows and looking out onto the star-dotted city beyond.

“No? That surprises me. I’m sure they would’ve loved to tell the story,” Millennial Tree laughs, not bothered at all by Fire Spirit’s childish behaviour. He grabs a soda can from his pocket and hands it to Fire Spirit, who is confused but accepts it anyway because a free drink is a free drink, even if you completely despise the man offering it.

“Well, it happened when I was about your age. After years of practising, I had finally been allowed onto that stage to perform one of the middle acts. Can you believe how excited I was?”

“Wait, you sing?” Now that his initial confusion had washed over, though some parts of it still lingered, Fire Spirit realised that Millennial Tree was implying he could perform. This old man who always gave him cryptic advice and spoke in slow speech… could sing with a heart of youth?

“Fire Spirit, I’m not that old.” Millennial Tree smiled, and though his face was creased with wrinkles, Fire Spirit could see the traces of a youthful grin. “I’m retired from performing now, but singing is still my passion. How else would I have known all those tips I gave you?”

“I always thought you were just really good at books, y’know…” Fire Spirit mumbled, face flushed. “Like you were some wise scholar who knew everything about everything. I didn’t know you actually had experience.”

“Well, I did,” Millennial Tree laughed, and now that Fire Spirit thought about it, his laugh was akin to that of a freshly bloomed lily. Young and free. “And I loved it. I like to believe I was good at it, as well. The owner of the live house seemed to agree, for I was set to perform, as I said.” Fire Spirit took a sip of his soda. “In fact, everybody was so proud of me that I became self-conceited. I believed that I could do anything, even nail the performance without practice. So I skipped my daily routine and instead spent it daydreaming about the lights, the stage, the microphone…”

Fire Spirit gulped at the familiarness of the story and averted his gaze, choosing to focus on a nearby dandelion.

“And can you guess what happened on the day, Fire Spirit?”

Fire Spirit jumped, not expecting to be spoken to directly. “Er– You failed. You failed to sing ‘cause you didn’t have any practice. Duh.”

Millennial Tree smiled. “No. I sung so well and was given the loudest applause.”

Fire Spirit’s shoulders drooped. “What’s the point of this story, then, just to flex on me?” He could feel the tears stinging his eyes again, and he hated it. “I know you’re so great and everyone looks up to you. No need to rub it in my face, old man! I know you think you’re so amazing at singing but guess what, not everyone is as good as you!”

“Nor am I as good as some others. I have had more experience in singing than years you are alive, yet I still have lengths to go.” Millennial Tree smiled and Fire Spirit wanted nothing more but to wipe it off his face. “Have you seen Moonlight, Sage’s daughter? Just your age, but I fear she’s already passing me.”

“Okay? Are you saying I should go hate on Moonlight instead of you? I’m not that judgemental to hate on someone I don’t even know, and plus, her parents are this city’s best singers anyway. It’s just in her genes,” Fire Spirit said. His voice lowered to a whisper, so fragile and not meant for anyone to hear. “Unlike me…”

Yet Millennial Tree heard anyway. He always heard anyway.

“You do know I have not finished my story yet, Fire Spirit,” he said, though his voice held no malice; only the same, gentle tone that he always carried, akin to the calming breeze of the wind or the delicate dance of a flower. “Please, let me continue.”

“Whatever, if it gets you to leave me alone.” Truthfully, he had barely any fight left in him. All he could do was just wait and hope this old self-conceited man would leave him alone.

“As I was saying, I performed very well. So well in fact, that I was requested to perform the next week. And the week after that,” Millennial Tree said. “I was asked to perform over and over, not just in that live house but in others too. The audience all marvelled at me: a breathtaking performer, and this young? I was quite the spectacle. I quickly rose to fame, but in that fame, I only became more arrogant. I stopped practicing completely, choosing to spend my time on trivial things instead. Do you want to know why that was my biggest mistake, Fire Spirit?”

“Why?”

“Because I stopped chasing after my dream. All the performances blurred together, and I started acting off muscle memory. I stopped feeling during the performance and only lived for the applause afterwards. Then one day, the consequences of my actions came up to me.”

Now he was invested. He needed to see what kind of punishment this man, living Fire Spirit’s dream as a popular and reputational figure, could have ever faced. “What happened?”

“I was forced to quit.”

What? “What?”

“I eventually realised that I was not improving at all, and this deeply unsettled me. My goal was to become a great singer who inspired others to chase their dreams, but I was not chasing my dreams anymore myself. I was stuck in a stalemate, and this burnt me out so much that I couldn’t sing entirely. The stress simply filled my head too much, and on the most pivotal performance of my life, the one where my entire extended family came to watch, I froze. And I left.”

Fire Spirit tried to imagine it. First he tried to imagine a young Millennial Tree, and that was impossible enough, but then he tried imagining that young Millennial Tree stomping off stage like he himself had done just a few hours ago. Needless to say, that image couldn’t form at all in his head.

“Wait, your entire extended family came to watch? Didn’t you grow up overseas?” Fire Spirit asked.

“Yes. I was about eighteen when this happened, for the concerts went on for about two years. They were so proud and saved enough money to come visit, just for me to disappoint them.” Millennial Tree’s face held an echo of melancholy, and the unfamiliar expression struck Fire Spirit hard enough that he almost crushed the soda can he was holding. “There were young ones visiting, too, ones who were still hesitant about what they wanted to do. Perhaps if I simply kept my head straight, I could have inspired them that day. Introduced them to the wonders of singing. I could have shown them solid proof of their older relative, that if one follows their dreams, they can achieve it. If not, I could have at least given them a brilliant performance, one that lightened their sorrowful moods.”

“Now that just doesn’t make sense at all.” Fire Spirit crossed his arms. “It’s not your responsibility to inspire them, and besides, this city is filled to the brim with singing musicians and whatnot anyway. They would’ve been in awe at anyone they passed by on the streets.”

“I know.” Millennial Tree’s lips turned up. “But it’s easy to blame ourselves for things that aren’t our fault, no?”

Fire Spirit hesitated. “…I’m not sure I follow.”

“I’m sure you do follow, deep down. But I will say it out loud regardless. This is where I turn my story around and relate it to you, Fire Spirit. This is the moral I want you to learn,” Millennial Tree said, and his face was stern though still held that gentle compassion he was known for.

Fire Spirit, despite himself, straightened his back and listened.

“I went left the live house and rested on its steps. I was too scared to run far, yet too ashamed to go back inside. And would you guess who found me: Pitaya. That one hated me, and I was not fond of them in turn. We were simply too different for us to get along. Yet they found me, and they didn’t sit down and talk to me like I am to you now. All they said were a few words, yet I still remember them to this day.”

“And those words are…?”

Suddenly Fire Spirit felt like Millennial Tree all those years ago, sitting on the very steps he was right now. If he pretended hard enough, the figure beside him was not a gentle blossom changed with time, but a youthful dragon-like character with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue.

“‘You’re just going to back off and give up now? You’re a coward. You have so much left to strive for, and yet you abandoned it all behind. Just keep moving forward, kid, lest you regret it.’ That’s what they said.”

“…Why am I not surprised,” Fire Spirit said. It was so in-character for Pitaya, to just belittle someone who was already clearly down.

“You’re probably thinking I was hurt by the words, that they were belittling and put me down.” That is what Fire Spirit was thinking, and once again he felt as if his entire mind was laid out for Millennial Tree to see. It was disturbing. “But instead, one single sentence stood out for me: just keep moving forward, kid, lest you regret it.”

He tried to imagine himself as young Millennial Tree sitting there again, eyes widening as those words echoed through his head. But it turned out he didn’t need any imagining anyway, because his eyes widened by themselves and the words repeated throughout his head.

Lest you regret it…

Fire Spirit never wanted to regret anything. He was bold, passionate, the walking embodiment of fire itself. He burned through life with never-ending sparks, leaving nothing behind. He tried every opportunity, every single chance, even if it was embarassing and would cause him to undoubtedly cringe in the future. Because who cared? He certainly didn’t, or at least he thought he didn’t, and he kept burning on. He was an unstoppable blaze who kept singing just for the sake of it, just for the pure thrill, even if his voice was horrible. But he knew he didn’t want to be horrible anymore, because ever since that fated day of the concert that changed his life, he wanted to catch up and burn even brighter. That was his goal, and nothing on this Earth was to stop him.

Not even one performance gone wrong.

Millennial Tree smiled. “I can see the gears turning in your head.”

“Yeah… Yeah!” Fire Spirit leapt up. “Yeah! I’m not gonna let this set me back. It’s just a single night, it doesn’t compare to the sixteen other years I’ve lived and the more I have yet to. I know there’s still things left I have to do, but I don’t care. I’m going to burn the brightest there ever was, and the world is gonna know it, whether they like it or not!” He downed the entire soda can before slamming it onto the floor for dramatic effect, similar to a mic drop.

Millennial Tree looked at Fire Spirit like a proud father would look at his son. “Now, I’m not going to give you any direct singing tips today. But I do believe there is much to learn from changing your mindset and work ethic, as well.” He went to stand up as well, and he placed a hand on Fire Spirit’s shoulder. “If you ever feel as if everything’s drowning around you and you want to drift from your goal, just remember those words that Pitaya spoke to me that day.”

Just keep moving forward, kid, lest you regret it.

Fire Spirit still remembers the echo of those words, long ago on that dreary humid night.

And as he stands on the stage now, with the entire crowd cheering him, Moonlight and the rest of his group on, it’s the loudest applause he’s ever heard in his life. But that applause, as much as it gives him a great thrill, isn’t as important as the passionate beat in his heart, the very passion that led him to where he is now.

And he catches a specific eye in the crowd. Cat-like, flower-like, young, old, whatever you’d describe the complex character of Millennial Tree. Fire Spirit smiles and gets one in return. Thank you, Millie.

Then he catches another figure with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue, who must’ve been told that Millennial Tree spoke to Fire Spirit on that dreary night. That the words they said in passing that led to not only one, but two legends standing up proudly on the stage.

And even though Pitaya and him never had a great relationship, he smiles too, and he gets one in return. Pitaya mouths something, and he knows exactly the words that are said. They’re the words that replayed through his mind his entire life, ever since he was sixteen, and he’s never forgotten them once. The words are encouraging and supportive despite the usually unfriendly figure that speaks them.

“Just keep moving forward, kid, lest you regret it.”

(Fire Spirit doesn’t regret it at all.)

Word Count: ~4041

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daily #2

They say stories always end the way they begin. Today, prove it. Write a piece that opens and closes with the exact same line, but by the time the reader reaches the end, its meaning has completely changed. Whether the line turns hopeful, tragic, ironic, or sinister is up to you—just make sure the journey reshapes it.

“ the voice “
genre: sci fi
word count: 744

“You’re too late.”
The intercom crackles as the message comes through. I share a look with Linda, both of our eyes widening.
“What happened?,” Linda breathes, “Did we fail?”
I shake my head vigorously. “No! There’s got to be some sort of mistake!” There’s no mistake. The voice in my head says. This was how it was always going to end.
Ignoring the voice, I grab my portable radio. Pressing the button, I say, “This is Edna, spaceship 193. Send report. Over.”
After a few treacherous seconds of silence, a message comes in. “Tracker, 82. The ales sacked the place. Burnt to a crisp. Over.”
Linda sighs. “I can’t believe Tracker got there first. It was our mission.”
“One we failed pretty miserably, seeing that we didn’t even reach the targeted area.” I grumble, switching off my radio. “We should probably turn back.”
Linda nods absentmindedly, and begins the flight back.
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“You’re late.” A stern voice tells us the moment we step into HQ. Head Agent Alisa Lune is waiting for us.
“Seems to be the statement of the day,” I mutter.
Lune’s head snaps towards me and I curse under my breath. Alisa Lune may be a petite woman but her frame doesn’t match the intensity of her permanent scowl. With her platinum hair tied tightly into a bun, her gray eyes bug out, making her seem all the more scary.
“Care to explain why?” Lune asks, aiming the question at Linda.
“Traffic, ma’am,” Linda replies, using the lamest excuse in the history of excuses, “lots of space junk.”
Lune’s right eyebrow raises. “Really?” She asks, skeptical. “Is that why you failed to reach Mars in time? Too many boulders in the path?”
Linda stiffens but doesn’t answer.
It takes me a second to realize that everyone is staring at me. “Uhm, we lifted off late and then we’re behind schedule. Thank the stars that 82 made it in time.”
“Yes…” Agent Gloria, the second in command, says, stepping forward. “What strikes us as confusing is that 82 left after you. How did they make it there before you?”
I scowl at Agent Gloria. “Must’ve taken a different route,” I say flippantly. I never liked Agent Gloria. Although she is Lune’s sister, she is her polar opposite. With long brown hair and a bulky frame, she reminds me of the Trunchbull from the ancient text, Matilda. That is, if Trunchbull was a supermodel.
Gloria’s eyes narrow. “A—”
“We can discuss this tomorrow.” Lune cuts in, glaring at her sister. “For now, return to your quarters and rest up.”
Linda and I nod, bow, and make our way to the dormitory.
“Is it just me,” Linda whispers, “or did Lune seem extra distracted?”
I nod in agreement. “And extra irritated at Gloria.”
Linda frowns. “I wonder what’s the matter.”
Probably the fact that you screwed up so badly, Mars is in worse shape than Ancient Earth back when it was filled with chemicals.
“Shut up,” I tell the voice.
Linda shoots a worried glance at me. “What did you say?” She asks.
“Nothing!” I say quickly, “Just… talking to myself.”
Linda looks like she wants to say more but she doesn’t. When we make it to our dorms, we say our good nights and slip into our respective rooms.
Only, I don’t fall asleep. Like it has for the past weeks, the voice plagues my thoughts.
You’ll soon be kicked out. It says. Then Tracker will be valedictorian and you’ll never become the fighter you want to be.
I know that it’s feeding me lies, that it must be a side effect from the training, but I can't help but feel that some truth is in it. Linda might also be kicked out, and it’d all be my fault. Just because of some stupid reservation against the aliens. I know I shouldn’t, after all what they did to Mars today is proof enough that they are evil. But something doesn’t seem right…
I awake to the blaring sound of an alarm followed by an automated voice chanting: evacuate!
In a blink of an eye I am out of the room into an… empty hall.
“What in the stars?” I mutter as I make my way to the main hall. I stop dead in my tracks. The hall is sacked, littered with bodies. The aliens found our base.
The voice is back, spouting misforgivings. But it keeps coming back to one statement.
You’re too late.

Daily 2
752 words
Warning: Mentions of death, fighting, gore etc

I don’t want to die.

I think this as we gallop away from the barracks towards almost certain death. I glance around at my comrades, some of whom have expressions of determination, some of unshaken fear. We are all coated in glittering bronze armour, riding glossy chestnut and onyx horses who toss their heads in the shimmering midday heat.

The war started only a few months ago. Hades’ wife, Persephone, has gone missing. She can only be in the Underworld. She is trapped there for another few months before being allowed back up to the surface. But Hades is insistent that it must be one of his brothers who has stolen her - Zeus was furious and ordered all mortals to fight for him. The gods picked their sides. So did we. And somehow I was swept up into it, and now here I am… fighting against the mighty Hades with countless other gods and mortals at his side.

Zeus and Poseidon lead us forwards. Zeus himself is adorned in golden armour, lightning crackling in his hands. Poseidon is dressed plainly in fisherman's clothes, armed only with a net and spear.

I suck in a breath and try to calm my racing heart. I’ll be no use to them if I can’t calm myself. I muster as much strength as I can and harden my gaze. We are going to fight. We are going to win. And there’s no way that I’m not coming out alive. My father will be somewhere within the ocean of fighters. My mother and sister will be huddled together at home, praying for our lives. Tears glimmer in my eyes at the thought of them, but I brush them away briskly and try to not focus on them.

Hades and his warriors are becoming more visible through the haze, dots forming into formidable warriors armed with gleaming swords and daggers. We thunder over the dry fields and for one moment everything is silent. Like the world has just… stopped. Everything is still and tranquil. I drink in the peace like it’s nectar.

And then it begins.

We rush forwards, pressed together in a tight formation and hurtle towards the enemies. I see Hades clad in inky black armour, fury flaming in his eyes. He is monstrous. Fear grasps me in an icy clutch and I freeze, my whole body trembling in terror. What have I put myself into? These warriors are more powerful than I ever expected, their leader’s power creating a swirling black barrier around them. I glance around, but I see nothing. Just darkness. And then a great, blinding light. I flinch as swords clash with swords and my horse collides with another.

I right myself and face my enemy. He’s breathing hard and lifts his long sword against me, his hands clenched tight around its hilt. I think it’s the end and hold my own sword up to defend myself, my willpower shrivelling. I close my eyes tight. Please, make it quick, I beg. I wait for the clashing of metal… but it never comes.
The warrior lowers his sword, and I see a tear roll down his cheek. He whispers something to himself, before nodding at me and turning away. I hear a furious cry from behind me and a dagger embeds itself in his back. I gulp and force my cry back down. Stay strong.

I continue forwards and look behind, just for a second, at my comrades. Our formation has scattered and ominous trails of crimson decorate the dry ground.
“Jason, to your left?”
I turn quickly and dodge a dagger by inches, the wind whispering on my skin. I can’t hold it back now. The tears come streaming down my cheeks and I gasp suddenly, my hands trembling around my sword. My horse whinnies in distress, their head twitching back and forth. I pat their dusty flank, more in an attempt to calm myself than the horse.

We have to go on.

I urge my horse onwards and we canter towards another enemy. This one has an expression of pure determination. I brandish my sword at them and wince at the clang of metal. We parry for a while, until I aim a wound on his arm. Scarlet comes gushing out but he doesn’t even flinch, just carries on. My horse shakes, causing me to fall off-balance. A fatal mistake. I don’t even get to look up before the sword lands in my side.

I don’t want to die.

╭─〔❨✧ Daily 2 .ᐟ.ᐟ✧❩〕─╮

Daily: They say stories always end the way they begin. Today, prove it. Write a piece that opens and closes with the exact same line, but by the time the reader reaches the end, its meaning has completely changed. Whether the line turns hopeful, tragic, ironic, or sinister is up to you—just make sure the journey reshapes it. Write at least 400 words for 500 points, plus 150 points for sharing proof!

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words: 695
notes: This was written on a… whim I guess you could call it. Also I was speedrunning and it is raw and unedited so… here it is:

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Am I… alive?
The odds are tilted in such away I couldn't possibly be. But I feel my blood coursing through my body, and my lungs expanding with struggle.
I am… alive?
It feels so, my brain tells me so, my heart pounding in my chest shows me so.
A maniacal grin spreads across my face reaching from ear to ear, no doubt my teeth look hellish and full of a dirty, sticky red.
I am alive.
Alive Alive Alive.
Oh! The pleasure that fills me as I drink in the air as if it is wine, gulping it down without restraint and getting drunk on its benefits.
My eyes are wide, soaking in the colour of the brilliant blue sky, the smiling sun, the waving trees and their leaves that dance in welcome as I whisper the words to the nature around me:
I am.
Alive!
And I thank whatever God out there pulled the strings to keep me in this life longer, answered the prayers I made on what I thought would be my last breaths.
I spin around on my heels in playful circles, arms spread out to catch the wind how I used to do in my childhood, the wind spraying my hair onto my cheeks. I feel my reassuring heartbeat raise and this all feels like a fever dream: too good to be true.
But I know it's true. I can feel it. I can feel life in the body that keeps me upright on this cruel, wretched earth.
I remember when we used to curse the stars. Me and–
I frown and try to reach into my memory. Me and who? I feel a sense of rising panic that blocks my ears and clogs my throat as I try to remember anything from beyond my happiness at having lived. What did I survive? What threatened my life in the first place that brought around this sense of triumph?
My heart pounds warnings into my chest, asking me who I am, wondering what life even was before this sudden awakening. There's an emptiness that shrouds my like an always-cold blanket which you cant seem to shrug of.
I take a shaky step forward, feeling the soft green grass tickle my toes and the mud cling onto my heels. I stare forward at the too-happy trees, their leaves erect in a strange sort of way that sticks them out in odd angles; they're almost pointing at something beyond me. I whip my head around, a big gulp of hair filling my mouth as I squint into the greenery as it stretches ahead, failing to see what the trees are telling me. I tilt my head and focus on every blade of grass, the veins of every leaf. They're all pointing at something in the middle of it all and I try to connect their directions as they lead to…
Me. They're all pointing at me.
I make a puzzled face as I looks at the ground below me, the grass around me encircling towards my feet. I unplug a foot from the ground, watching the grass point upwards now. I put my foot back down in front of me, baffled and confused. The wind suddenly began to tingle my neck, raising the hair on my arms, my leg muscles tensing and I feel an overwhelming need to
/run/.
My legs begin to carry me, each foot reaching out as far as possible and launching me forward at an inhumane speed. I'm sure I'm walking in a straight line, but I seem to be running in circles, seeing the same trees whizz by me over and over again.
My feet slip on something not there as I'm launched into the air, floating above the ground in a way that completely defies gravity.
This is all so… Bizarre?
Then a sudden realisation floods me as the words simply show up in my mind: ‘This is not on Earth.’
And I know. I know I know. I'm in a completely different world with different laws. Were walking could be something different. Breathing could be something different. Living could be something different.
Am I… alive?

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daily!

I cannot put into words how much I don’t want to be here.
School is boring. None of this remotely interests me.
School is pointless. I’m not going to use any of this knowledge in the real world.
School is hard. I can’t wrap my head around this half the time.
School is tiring. I just need to sleep.
Please let me sleep.
If I could just sleep maybe everything would get better.
Maybe I wouldn’t be so tired all the time.
I want good grades, but is it worth the effort?
It just takes so much effort.
Please let me sleep.
Maybe I wouldn’t be so sad all the time.
If I had time for the things that make me happy, maybe everything would get better.
At least I can see you at school.
At least I can look forward to the one class I have with you.
At least I have your smile to get me through the day.
You don’t seem to mind that I’m always sad.
You want to make me happy.
No one’s ever done that before.
You’re so sweet.
You're so perfect.
You’re so lovely.
How can any one person be as lovely as you?
How can any one person have stolen so much of my heart?
It is almost worth it to see you.
It is almost worth it to hear your voice.
It’s almost worth it.
Sometimes I love you so much it hurts.
It hurts so much.
Life isn’t fair.
It's not fair that I can’t stop myself from falling in love with people who could never feel the same.
It's not fair that I spend hours pacing in my room, saying “Don’t think about her, don’t think about her,” and realizing that I’ve been thinking about you the whole time.
It's not fair that I can say I love you a thousand times over when I can never tell you what I really mean. You’ll never know what I really mean.
It's not fair that I can only be with you in some twisted version of reality.
It’s not fair that I have to see you every day when it hurts so much.
It’s not fair that I count down the minutes to the one class I have with you.
It’s not fair that I dread this class every day because of all the things I will never say to you.
I cannot put into words how much I don’t want to be here.

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