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Day 1: N/A
Day 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=7#post-9270361 Word count: 834
Day 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=8#post-9271649 Word count: 862

Weeklies:
Week 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=7#post-9270457 (Parts 1-3)
Part 4 With chocolate: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=9#post-9273734

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Critique:

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7/1—https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=3#post-9266816
7/2—https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=6#post-9269699
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7/9—https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=14#post-9280172
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♡ dailies:
daily 1 ☞ a letter to my future self┊355 words
daily 2 ☞ if the whales were ending┊523 words
daily 3 ☞ didn’t do
daily 4 ☞ word war┊214 words
daily 5 ☞ continuing a story (fanfiction)┊612 words
daily 6 ☞ a screenplay┊500 words
daily 7 ☞ critique for mildred┊210 words

✧ weeklies:
weekly 1 (p1) ☞ fantasy element research┊173 words
weekly 1 (p2) ☞ fantasy world-building┊280 words
weekly 1 (p3) ☞ fantasy life-in-a-day┊507 words
weekly 2 (p4) ☞ journaling & selfcare reflection┊503 words
weekly 2 (p5) ☞ reflection of 2026┊550 words

✎ word wars:
word war 1 ☞ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=8#post-9272255┊ 214 words┊won
word war 2 ☞ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=11#post-9275950 ┊201 words┊won
word war 3 ☞ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=18#post-9286128┊253 words┊won
word war 4 ☞ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=21#post-9291428┊212 words┊?


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critiquitaire 1 ☞ critique for mildred┊210 words

1/7/2026

Dear future me,

I hope you're doing good! Still living, I hope. Is the 67 trend finally over (XD)? And also, I can only imagine the technology you have. I hope there are no wars, everyone is safe, and financially secure. I also hope that you are still practicing hard in everything, and stay happy and strong! (I know this was very cheesy, but I didn't have much time lol).

aw im too late for first page

13 july | wip daily

none of the plots that i have previously planned for hugo and rejan's story have quite got to the point hwere they have a middle that i am pleased wit, which is definitely holding me back from actually writing the story in a first draft and going on to write other drafts after that. so this wokrks as a good time to brainstorm the middle of the plot, what happens between hugo following after rejean runs away and rehean's eventual transcension in the cave. the story was originally very inspired by the song of achilles, because i had read that very recently when first writing the first chapter (over five years ago, oh god) but the illiad plot doesn't really work for two characters who never do join a war. i guess that is one potential direction for the story though, what would it look for hugo to follow rejean to the front? and what would it look like for them to once again escape that together? perhaps, if that is how it goes, hugo is the one to run and rejean at last follows? and to hugo it is finally an affirmation of rejean's dedication?

i also took a lot of inspiration from the dark academia aesthetic while conceptualising the story, even though i had at that point never read anything dark academia. i think a school story would be fun, but the plot starts with them running away from the school, and anyways jay and vis' story is all about a school. so there could be flashbacks to younger hugo and rejean in either of those stories, but honestly i think a flashback-less story with hugo and rejean might be more impactful, like how succession never has a single flashback. or commentary on memory like in interview with the vampire, with characters always only talking about the past, and the audience never actually seeing it, so we don't completely know for sure what happened.

in the alternate version of the first chapter, i gave emerson and frey much larger roles in hugo's orbit, and i think any actual writing should look at those relationships more. obviously torlin would be a focus – how to do that without flashbacks? are they secretly somehow in contact the whole time? or is it just how hugo thinks, in long socratic conversations with his imagiend teacher – that actually seems a good bit like him.

in my imagination, when i picture how the story goes, it is basically a linear march north, which is really boring and not really a plot at all. i think i need to figure out what some of the themes of the story are meant to be, and then i can better understand where the plot should go in order to achieve those.

so the story includes magic, choosing ones own fate, sacrifice and jealousy, rebellion from family or lack of family, but also ultimately the tragedy of disatisfaction. they just keep looking, and never seeing what is right there in front of them. and rejean's decision to enter the cave alone is a betrayal, even if he thinks it is the right thing to do. it drives hugo insane, and to horrible action that he never would have taken if rejean hadn't left – maybe the actual story is that, the actions of hugo with the founding of the church and the empire, and there are flashbacks to his story with rejean, showing the truth of the boy he claims to worship?

weekly one — fantasy worldbuilding

part one: fantasy element notes (166 words)
+ vampires: undead, immortal once-humans that sustain themselves on the iron, nutrition, and horror of human blood. they are vulnerable to much that their mortal selves needed not fear: sunshine, thresholds, loneliness, the will of a faithful human.
+ religious fantasy: drawing on real-world religions and human beliefs to create a mythology that accounts for differences between the fantasy and the real. particularly alike to christianity, because of its associations with vampires. but a vampire is vulnerable to faith of any kind, though more commonly encounter the faith of the people in their own home (of course) and may think other countries hold better prospects.
+ animistic magic: everything is alive, and has the capacity to speak, if only one properly faithful will listen. a vampiric nature magnifies human nature — if your willingness to listen was great as a human, your ears will be ever more open as a vampire. if you were closed off to the truth of the world, it turns its back on your vampiric life.

part two: worldbuilding (336 words)

the living world survives on faith. it created humans, with consciousness, to fulfill that role within itself. their free will allows a more powerful faith than the faith of all other creatures and non-creatures that constitute the world, for they are able to choose whether to believe or not. the rest of the world functions largely in harmony, but humans are often set apart from the world for their difference in faith. the human religions have much power in human society, but with decision and faith comes uncertainty. the world's allowance of consciousness unintentionally led to a consequence which afflicts humans and humans alone: vampirism. vampirism is not of the world, but of humans alone, an infection that causes humans to live against the world by nature. they are doomed, in that way, with free will twisted into fate. but the world is alive and is largely forgiving, and gifts vampires with immortality to attempt to bring them back around to seeing the right of the world and engaging again in faith.
within the world, several successful societies exist. this is a vampire story, so the setting takes inspiration from eastern europe, with large ancient mountains, superstitious and religious inhabitants, crumbling castles, and much pathetic fallacy to provide storms, clouds, and cracks of lightning. the religion takes inspiration from catholicism, emphasizing faith and hierarchy and confession of so-called sins – but syncretic beliefs in the animistic reality of the world persist, particularly in the small villages that make up most of the setting, allowing a greater back and forth between vampires and humans. faith is of high importance to the people of the setting, and some vampires as well, for they believe in the religion's teaching that they can be forgiven if they confess and take the steps towards forgiveness. other vampires, victims to zealots, have turned their back on the religion and either found their own path to harmony with the living world or transformed themselves into carnivorous monsters, bent on domination of the human society.

part three: story (522 words)

costi loved her father. he smelled always of the sea, laughed like a roaring fire, brought home the most thoughtfully arranged bouquets of all her favorite flowers. he told stories of the living world, of the songs the trees sang, of the memories the bugs murmured, of the rocks’ steady droning overtones and the waves’ chaotic percussion. her father believed in it all, all his grandmother’s tales and all the church’s teachings. for him, and him alone, costi kept the faith, too.

try as she might, she could not hear the world’s songs, poems, fire-side epics. if she could convince herself a howling wolf was an angel, telling again of the birth of man, if only for a moment— if she could see a bee in its dance and know it was a soldier in heavens’ great armies, in the time before it again took flight— if she could watch wind in the leaves and feel the breath of the world all around her, and feel content in the faith—

but no, the world was always stubborn to not be known by young costi in such a way. perhaps it knew what choice she would make, when it came. perhaps it wanted her to make such a choice, and kept itself from her to lay that path. either way, the choice would be made. faith for one person alone cannot stand the loss of such a person.

costi’s faith would not withstand the loss of her father.

he left for a week-long expedition, kissing promises to the top of her head of blessings, of great jumping seafish to bring them all the riches they could wish for, of a future where he never need leave again. she begged off him only one promise: to return, to not leave her alone. “faith, my dear, the world will see us through.”

had his words been different, perhaps costi would not have turned. we will never know.

for a week, costi watched the coast, smelled its scent and thought only of her father’s return. she watched the hearth’s fire, heard its crackle and noted bits from her day to relay when he once more joined her for jokes and stories. she collected flowers from the garden and woods and path into town, arranged them into her own little tableaus of the living world and picture the sparkling of her father’s eyes when he saw them himself.

in the second week, she found no comfort in these rituals. impatiently, she paced the length of the main room, of the garden, of the path from the dock to their home, of the church’s confession chamber. she lost herself in the dark.

costi, alone, was not a being of faith. costi, alone, was nothing more than a vulnerable girl. costi, alone, heard the world’s whispers at last.

a vampiric hum, monsters mistaken for faith finally rewarded. a visitor, whose voice harmonized with those chords, who she vaguely recognized but could not quite place.

“costi, your father is dead,” they said, after exchange of pleasantries across the threshold. “i am so sorry.” and the choice. “could i come in?”

part four: story with worldbuilding swap (509 words)
with inspiration from wilbur’s emphasis on a good versus evil world and an alternative religion to the one presented in my world

“joso.” costi was choking on tears, but managed words through them, needing comfort in such a time as this. “my new friend. please come into my home, please warm yourself by the fire, please i cannot survive this night alone.”

of course the stranger crossed the threshold, embraced costi in their arms, sank their teeth into her neck. it was not even strange to her, a girl now orphaned, as if this is how it was always meant to go. perhaps, she thought then, the living world did not grant free will, as her father always said. perhaps, no choice could have strayed her from his moment.

“joso,” she gasped in her first breath, made anew. “i see it all.”

“yes, my beloved costi,” the stranger answered, content with their new creation. her father’s words in this stranger’s voice brought costi the comfort she so needed. that night continued in comfort, two vampires keeping each other company as the first storm of summer surged beyond the home’s walls. costi saw it all at last, and with no need any longer for the faith her father alone sustained, abandoned it and at last turned her back on the world, as it always knew she would.

in other lands, on the archipelago joso once called home, the world was understood differently. but joso had turned away from that faith, from the gods of old and the practices done to appease them, just as costi now turned away from hers.

those lands would soon become as familiar to costi as her own home village, soon in the scheme of an immortal life, as she and joso together took to travelling the known world in search of the answer to some implacable question. the why, which now eluded them both, and the how. their place in it all.

they never spoke of it. both avoided mention of the search, but together went on looking. so furiously, they would enter a new village each night, feed on the life of lively human partigoers and storytellers, but with disappointment find nothing new.

“everything is old,” joso would whisper as the sun rose, enclosing costi again in their embrace as together they slipped into the day's hibernation.

“but we are new,” was costi’s refrain, even as together they aged. even as they wandered further and further from their human lives, the adage remained true. they were new, always, to the ancient world.

costi's vulnerabilities calloused over and her lack of faith no longer brought tears to her cheeks. soon enough, in the scale of an immortal life, she would no longer recognize herself. new, always.

until, one morning, she could not say the words into joso's hair. she could not remember the answer to joso's mantra. “we are– joso, what are we doing?”

a question, at last, drew attention to the unknown question that spurred their journey always onwards.

“costi,” joso cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “costi, we are new. we are trying, always, to find each other, for we have lost the world.”

12 july | sleep-based word count daily, based on the xeno-fi prompt

“i love this song!” i scream over the noise, the pounding of feet, the crowd singing along in mixed harmonies, the heat of the summer and the buzz of the insects just beyond the dancing. we love the song, and the day as it bleeds into night, and each other, and we are finally as humans are meant to be, all together as a collective, individual pieces of the universe experiencing each other and itself.
“me too!” you shout back, pressed right up against my ear, your smile a glow of sunlight in the pressing vibrations and humming low base.
and we dance, as a pair, a couple of friends in an unfamiliar country, finding familiarity in the song that has travelled so far here to meet us. we jump and sway with the lyrics, with the guitar line, with the drums holding the beat. we yell along to the chorus, a triumphant joy joining with the voices of hundreds around us.
“who would've guessed we'd find this here?” i can't tell if i'm the one asking or you or another member of the vast surroundings, because really aren't we all one?
“there is only one everything!” you or i or some other member of this one everything sings back, not a lyric but something else. something to be repeated, to find solace in, to take out of your pocket on a rainy day and trace your fingers over.
“there's only one everything, and here we are, part of it all.”

10 july | cabin wars writing dare: 200 words inspired by rhyming words

pause, gauze, flaws, ma’s

turns out, escaping to the real world has its consequences. the real world hurts in ways that tiny kentucky farm never could. and, at a time, she knew impossible joys out here, too. now, the world has frozen over, and hell has come to stay. she enlisted to help the cause, to see more of the vast unknown, but now she doubts. should she have listened to ma's warnings?

she shakes the thoughts from her head, returning to the dirty work of a front-line nurse. bandages. always more gauze to be cut, cleaned, sanitized, rewrapped, tossed out when it got too brown. to think, this is her time off. away from the chaos of the field hospital. don't dwell on it.

with a pause, she notices a red stained embroidery of a handkerchief, that had somehow managed to sneak its way into a basket of bandage gauze. some girl lovingly stitched each mark that lines the now brown-stained linen. it makes her want to sob.

what has the world come to? nothing could ever live up to her fantasies, every era has its flaws, but this is beyond the pale.

she blinks tears away: too much work still to do.

10 july | fairy tale daily

i grew up jumping at shadows. scared at everything. terrified of the dogs that howl outside the castle walls, dreading the servers who filled my plate, clutching for my mother from the mention anything unpleasant. i grew up hearing of the girl, the mythical princess, who once dreamt peacefully on my very bed, but one day never woke up. i grew up hearing she slept still, going on one hundred years, and one day a prince would wake her.

how was i meant to know they meant my brother? how was i meant to know it wasn't something for me to worry about? how was i meant to prevent myself from shaping myself for that fate?

i would dream that i was her, and with such stomach-turning anxiety wish to leap from my skin into somebody else's. my whole childhood consumed by the myth, echoed again and again in our sacred halls. i was the youngest, and a princess, and a pure coward, how could they expect anything else to come from my awareness of the tales?

i would pray that fate never meet me. i would obsess, avoiding anything related to that girl's story. until, one day, it dawned on me that i could do more. i could take control, if i only changed one thing.

my role in the story. i couldn't be the damsel if i was already the knight.

no princess could be the knight, but i could be a prince. i'd been watching my brothers at it my whole life. no difficulty.

and really, it wasn't. no longer a princess, no longer a coward, no longer a puppet to fate, stringed along with no say in my own life.

and maybe you thought that was the twist in the tale. oh, the precious sleeping beauty was awakened not by a foretold prince, but by one who forged his own path into princedom.

which would make a fine enough story, were the princess really sleeping. but i learned, soon after shrugging away my childhood cowardice, that the princess was nothing to sneeze at. that quest, which i spent my whole life hoping to ignore, was in fact one most difficult.

i had made my decision. i had dedicated myself to an unknown, but self-chosen fate. i would–

she did not sleep. and the others who searched there, they all each of them met her teeth. my sleeping beauty.

an undead thing. no wonder such terror came to me each night. i must have known, somehow, even so misled with the facts of my eventuality. somehow, everything was off.

a hunter. a nightmare. she is terrific. i am at her mercy, having stepped down this path, and now again at the mercy of my childhood jumpiness. my panics come to me even as i dine with my peers, or chase down rabbits with the dogs in the woods, or toss and turn in my bed where she once sleep but never again will. i must–

how does one save one who doesn't want a savior?

1 july | (late) 1k intro

the humans felled the tree where his parents raised him. the humans filled the pond where he made his first friend. the humans ripped through the woods, bringing their noise and cloying smokey air with them in the solid-sky outer shells they sped across the black death of their paths. the humans destroyed, indiscriminately.
he hated how he benefited from their kills. he hated how the carrion multiplied with their presence. he hated the awful taste of them, the flesh contaminated with that sickly colorful liquid. but meat was meat, and no life should be wasted.
he let it drive a wedge between himself and the others. a long time, he had been without a proper partner. a long time, he had circled far above the gathering movement. an inter-species compact. in them he saw a chance.
they would know he was there, watching always. vultures were not known to be subtle. perhaps they could accept him.

hello hello! welcome to my fashionably late 1k intro. apologies for the gristly start, i enjoy using part of the intro daily to flesh out my character’s position in a cabin storyline, and given i’m campering in the fantastic xenofiction this session, my character is a vulture joining a sort of animals movement. exciting stuff! let’s get this rambling back on track. i don’t really expect anybody to actually read this, given i‘m writing it after the end of the first day of camp (in utc), but it should still be something readable. if you are reading this, don’t tell me, i’d be so embarrassed.

i’m lio, a rising college senior studying geography and linguistics, a long-time swcer (this is my 19th session!), and life-long lover of stories. i’m officially employed full time this summer as a gis intern with my local government and it’s exhausting, boring, and takes up most of my time, so i won’t be as active this session, but at least i have something to put on my resume. (oh god, i’m unthinkably boring aren’t i? just, it’s sometimes hard to remember what you enjoy doing when you waste so much time sitting in a cubicle. you must understand, right? high schoolers everywhere weep.) let us move on from that drab look into your future and mine and instead speak of some happier things: hobbies and hyperfixations! better known as, the section where i list a bunch of my interests and parenthesize short thoughts about them.

my greatest joy in life is walking. i’m an urbanist through and through, and believe everyone has the right to a walkable living environment free of the toils, disruption, and danger of automobiles. unfortunately, i live in the united states, which was systemically destructed and redesigned throughout the twentieth century to revolve around car travel. fortunately, i have a high tolerance for heat and for reasonable walks some of my fellow countrymen may think “long,” and thus love taking meandering walks all around my neighborhood and greater city. alas, i missed my walk today, as i was writing this instead. were i at school, i could take my walk at any time of night, but here i don’t trust the drivers enough not to run a pedestrian off the sidewalk in the night. so i’ll stay in, and maybe pace around the living room. haha. i indulge myself. let’s move on.

you might think, this lio fellow sure does love rambling. and you would be right! if you didn’t think so, thanks for keeping me always on my toes, and i’ll prove you wrong. i love a good ramble or multi-way conversation about my interests, hence my enjoyment of the 1k intro as a means by which to ramble for a bit about some of my most current interests. but i’ll use many an excuse to break my usual demeanor and get very chatty about a topic of interest. just last night, on one of those beautiful walks around my neighborhood, i called my roommate and relayed to them the entire plot of the book series i am rereading. what fun!

i do love reading, though i’ve been in a slump for longer now than should be allowed, rip to my attention span i guess. so i decided to reread some books i read last summer, because i often get a hankering to reread something a year after reading it for the first time. (one of these years, i’ll just do a cycle of rereads, no new books for an entire year. what a fascinating experiment that would be!) currently, i’m rereading c.s. pacat’s dark rise series (while awaiting the release of the third installment). while at times the worldbuilding feels flat, i love the characters, exploration of themes of identity and self-determination, and especially the main character’s core struggle within himself. he spends the entire first book in denial to himself, the second book crushing his secret tight against his chest, and i greatly look forward to the dramatic reveals and fallout in book three. (c.s. pacat if you are reading this: please. we need book three.) once i finish with that i might just have to reread all for the game. very original idea, i know.

this session, i hope to actually write. well, of course, you say. but i sometimes find it difficult to just sit down and get to the stuff that i want to do, while the buzz of my brain goes on behind my eyes and the easy comfort of short- and long-form video sits only a few clicks away, waiting to drag me in for unfulfilling hours of scrolling. i have so many ideas churning in my head (like i’m an ice cream machine and the fiction is the delicious mint chocolate chip. awesome simile!) and swc provides the motivation and community for me to get them on the page. so for that, i thank you greatly. and if you have read all of this drabble, i ask again. don’t say so.

have a great session :D

claiming :000
i’ll make this fancy later it’s like 9 AM and im so tired(woke up to the sounds of construction sigh)
Patches/Cammy - Any Pronouns - Xeno-Fi ‘26
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Am I in Dystopian or Xeno-Fi? hmmm…

I honestly can't even remember how many sessions I've done, I have to sit and count every time :sob: I've seen people come and go and grow and learn- I honestly feel like such a grandma. If you don't know me, now you do- I'm Ava! I am a (kind of) published author of a very short story, and like the rest of you, I love reading and writing novels. I cannot go a day without talking about some of my favourite books, some of them being Wings of Fire, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Maze Runner, Cruel Prince, Fourth Wing, Powerless, Shatter Me, etcetera, etcetera. Everybody in this writing camp holds a special part of my heart because you've all helped me through so many parts of my life. I love singing and dancing as well. I love sports like volleyball and throwball, produce music, choreograph dances, and more. Never feel uncomfortable reaching out to me for whatever- I hope we all get to know each other even better this session!
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◪ technj2009 ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ jaybird10125 ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs (no proof)
◪ surfdudewave ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
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◪ LovegoodLady ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ dragon_and_fire ~ mine ~ theirs
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Daily 1: Letter To Future Me
Dear Future Me, Hi! I’m not very good at these kind of letters, but I’ll at least try. Maybe I can find a way to email it to myself in the future or something. So, it’s me! In case you don’t remember exactly when you wrote this letter, it’s July of 2026, during our fourth SWC session. So I suppose this can be SWC themed.

In the past couple of SWCs, I started really excited. I wrote the 1k intro and everything, and then I kinda drop off towards the end. I lose motivation, get busy, or just kinda forget about it. I’m determined to not do that this time. And hopefully I’ll go way over my word goal (which is only 7000 words). But I guess you know whether or not all that happened, so maybe I should ask you some questions.

Are you even still doing SWC? I hope so, but I guess if this goes far enough into the future, maybe you got too busy, even if it’s just doing the school year. If you’ve quit, you should really consider doing at least the summer session, just for the fun of it.

Ummm, what else? I think they said we should talk about our goals, so let’s do that. I do want to go over my word goal this year, and that should definitely be possible. But more than that, I want to just engage with the community. Talk to people, have a good time. Get to know my cabinmates better than I have in the past.

And, of course, cause some chaos. I’ll either jump on board with someone else, (it sounds like Chuey has some good ideas), or I’ll come up with my own, (wonderland themed chaos? we could have an unbirthday party?).

Anyways, my words counts almost up, so I’ll write a fancy little conclusion. Whatever you’re doing, it’s probably good. But do get back into SWC if you aren’t. Bye!

Hellaur, I’m Kaili! Bi-fi ftw!

Daily 7/1 (306 words)
Hello future Kaili! I hope you're having a lovely time. I believe you would be at the last thing in your three busy weeks at this point, or maybe diving already, who knows. In any case.
This is my…sixth or seventh session of swc (ah yes, very funny) and I'm excited to see what I can achieve! Participating in the community more was a goal I had last session that I did not follow through with as much, but I do hope to bring to fruition my beautiful dreams of friendship this session hehe.
As well as that, I do have a tendency to procrastinate and lose motivation quite quickly after the first week. Hopefully my time at that one camp I can't name because of the privacy of me will not deter me from writing more afterwards, because bi-fi for the win this session! So being consistent and motivated is also a big goal for me this session.
Additionally, as a commission writer, most of my word count does come from that! But I'm hoping with the paticipations in weeklies and dailies like this one, I can branch out and get my creativity rolling again. It's not like I dislike writing commissions, I do enjoy it, or else I wouldn't do it, but it has been a bit since I've written something just for fun! That's one of the reasons I join swc in general, actually.
Overall, I do hope you achieve your goals. But if you don't…well, you don't. Honestly, remember to be okay with not reaching them, live over swc and all. Though the goals are there to enhance your experience and make everything more fun, they shouldn't be a burden. Be nice to yourself, Kaili. Or else. The taco cats will steal your toaster. You can count on it.
From, past Kaili.

Daily 1: Letter to Future Self
word count - 319 words

Dear Future Alana,

I hope that you're doing good! I don't know when you're going to open this (which is funny because we're literally the ones who decided which daily goes when XD), but I do want you to know that I'm super proud of you and I hope that you had a great summer.

I know you were really looking forward to that STEM program so let's hope that it was everything that we had wished for. Did you manage to do some sorcery and find a way to fit everything in our suitcase? I knew it was going to be such a struggle oh my- but at least we did something about it!

On another note.. I hope that you've been taking a lot of pictures. The scenery is supposed to be amazing (well we've already been there- but that was years ago, right?) and absolutely breathtaking. AND NOW.. what I really want to know is how you found camping *insert evil cackles*. Honestly writing this letter to you right now I'm not /too/ worried but who knows where they'll end up taking us.

I honestly wish we could go glamping hehe. Here's to hoping that you got to stay in a nice cabin and see some really nice constellations in the night sky. I'm honestly running out of things to say. Not because I don't want to talk to you (though that could potentially be a reason >:D) but because I really need to clean my room before I leave this weekend. How long has it been messy for? Weeks? Months? Anywaysss I know you're probably thanking me right now for returning to an utterly clean room so you're very welcome for that.

I'm going to stop yapping and wrap this up. Who knows, maybe I'll write another letter for you tomorrow?

Until next time,
Alana

☆。*。☆。 ★。＼｜／。★ * Summer's activities of July * ★。／｜＼。★ ☆。*。☆。

『•• ✎ Dailies ••』
・❥・01・Letter to future me
・❥・02・Misheard lyrics
・❥・03・Interview a fellow camper
・❥・04・Word Wars Day
・❥・05・Continue an ending
・❥・06・Screenplay
・❥・07・Critique Day
・❥・08・Blackout Poetry
・❥・09・Penpals Day
・❥・10・Twisted Fairytales
・❥・11・Cabin Wars 1!
・❥・12・Sleep Well Day
・❥・13・Personal Projects
・❥・14・Unconventional Writing (Texts)
・❥・15・Literature Spinner
・❥・16・“Roleplay Day!” Summer shouts.
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『•• ✎ Weeklies ••』
・❥・Weekly 01・Fantasy world
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『•• ✎ Word wars ••』
・❥・Juliet // imstillbreathing・“I thought I lost the only part of you I had left.”
・❥・Lazuli // OctpusGhost・“Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with the octopus!”
・❥・Sage // babyoda1546・“… I owe you an explanation, don't I?”
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『•• ✎ Critiques ••』
・❥・@starryy-silk // Silky・Part 2 of weekly 1
・❥・@starryy-silk // Silky・Part 3 of weekly1

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Woah claim this is my first post on this account.!!!!!
I had 1000+ i was so proud of myself.

daily number one for xeno-fi!

future lune,

hello hello! how are you doing?

xeno-fi's camper lineup looks amazing, and I truly hope you got to know each and every one of the (active) campers! especially with the game days… I'm especially looking forward to those ahaha so here's hoping they go as well as I want them to!

I'm so confused as to what tense I should be writing this in :sob:

I know penpalswc is the other thing i'm especially looking forward to, so I hope you pump out as many letters as you wanted and get to know your penpal(s) really well! i'm so excited to who they are ;-)

and of course I have to mention the lovely writing comp… i'm truly hoping you wrote something you're proud of this session, as I know we don't often get many of those. I believe in you! but I know better than anyone that it's really, really hard, so it's perfectly fine if you didn't <3 inspiration doesn't strike every month… but it will someday, alright?

a little birdie told me you wanted to get to know a lot of people this session… and I hope that worked out! that's one of my main goals, so I know you'll have gone out of your way to do that!

these past few sessions have been a blast, and I hope this one surpassed them all! it's looking that way from where I'm sitting ;D but I know sometimes burnout can hit when you least expect it, so I hope you took time every day to reflect on your mental health, especially during cabin wars!

outside of swc… I know you've been trying really hard to improve your art! I just started drawing some eyes in procreate… let me know how those turned out ;D I definitely get it if you're still not happy with it, though… art is a journey, take your time.

last things last, I hope you had fun at the lake <3

- a little past lune who has high hopes for this session