1k Introduction

“Why, hello!”
You look up to the source of the voice and find a brown haired girl. She has purple glasses and is wearing a gray shirt that reads ‘Meet Me at the Bookstore’. ‘Where am I? ‘ You wonder.
“You’re in my 1k intro!” The girl exclaims, “and yes, I can read your mind.”
Your eyes widen with the realization. “Uhm,” you start, “okay, well what am I supposed to do here?”
The girl grins. “You are to be my interviewer!” She says it in a way that you assume that this is a Very Important Job .
“It is,” the girl agrees, “now, look down at your clipboard.” You obey and find a clipboard that wasn’t there before. “On it there are questions for you to ask me. Once you complete your task, you are free to go!” She adds.
Your eyes scan the paper. “Seems easy enough,” you reply.
“Amazing!” The girl exclaims, “You can start now.”
You read out the first statement, “Tell me a bit about yourself.”
The girl bounces in her seat. “I’m Sage, and I’m an Asian American girl. I love reading, writing, anime & manga, music, and drawing!”
You nod and asks the next question, “What’s your history in SWC? ”
Sage thinks about this for a while before replying, “Well actually, this day marks a whole year of being in SWC! This is my fourth session!” Suddenly, confetti rains around the room. Then, as quickly as it started, it vanished.
Smiling, she continues, “this session, I’m in Gothic! In the past, I’ve been in Script, Fantasy, and Adventure! I’m very excited to be in Gothic and I know that we’ll be amazing.”
You smile at her enthusiasm. “What are some of your hobbies?” You ask.
Sage grins at this. “This is my favorite question.” She explains. “As I said before, I like reading, writing, anime, drawing, and music! My favorite genres to read and write are romantasy and just normal romance, but I also like mystery. Some of my favorite books are These Violent Delights, The Cruel Prince, The Inheritance Games, and The Summer I Turned Pretty. However, I truly do not like horror, which I guess is kind of surprising because I’m in the Gothic cabin. My best friend loves horror, but I’m really bad with ghosts and other paranormal things. When it comes to anime and manga, I love romance and comedy. Thanks to my best friend, I am super into ‘The Fragrant Flower Blooms With Dignity’ and ‘YOTSUBA!’. In Fragrant Flower, Waguri and Ayato are my favorite characters, and in YOTSUBA! my favorite is probably Ena or maybe Yanda. Also, on another note, I do like webtoon, too. I really like Heartstopper and my favorite character is Tori.” She twirls a piece of her hair, “I do like to draw, but I’m really not good at it. I cannot draw anatomy or poses or anything, but I’m genuinely trying to learn more. As for music, I like listening to it. I like Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Gracie Abrams, Maisie Peters, MICO, and Epic: the Musical. I love the Odyssey with all my heart, even though I haven’t read it. That’s actually one of my goals for this summer, go finish it. I am very sad that the new Odyssey movie is rated R because now, my parents won’t let me watch it. My favorite game is CookieRun: Kingdom, and I’m very disappointed that it’s not as big in America as it is in Asia. I highly recommend that you play it.”
By now, you’re kind of confused, but you decide to just go along with it.
When you glance down at the next question you laugh. “What updates do you have on your Duolingo?”
Sage buries her face in her hands. “I’m sorry!” She exclaims, “I know it’s cringe but I have it in every intro and I don’t have nearly enough words right now. Anyways, I have a 562 day streak and I’m learning Chess, Chinese, and Spanish. My current World Cup skin is Cabo Verde, because I truly believe they should’ve moved on to the 32. But maybe that’s just me. My chess ELO is not very good, it’s in the 440s. My Chinese score is like 25, which is highly disappointing seeing as I am ethnically Chinese.”
You nod, sympathizing. You notice that the next question is the last question. “What are some goals you have for this next session?”
Sage bites her lip. “Well, I want to hit 20,000 words this session. I also want to write around 700 words a day. I want to do 5 dailies a week, which will add up to around 20-22 dailies in the month. I also want to do 2 weeklies. I want to do a lot of critiques so that I can improve in my writing. I’m currently writing a novel so I want to get a good chunk of it done this session.”
Suddenly, a new question appears on the paper. “Wha—?” You ask. Sage looks at you sympathetically.
“Sorry for keeping you longer,” she expresses, “I just… need to reach one thousand words and I’m off by 150. So, I need to add more questions.”
“It’s alright,” you mutter, before asking, “Tell us more about your novel.”
Sage replies, “Well, it’s a fantasy. My main character, Maeve, is cursed and she goes to the fey of fate for help. The fey tells her that if she completes three tasks, she will help her. Maeve is accompanied by Luka, who is also cursed, and they embark on a journey. Little do they know that the fey has motives of her own.”
“Spoilers!” You exclaim. Sage cackles like the evil writer she is.
“I suppose I did just spoil something. Sorry.” She smiled as if to suggest that she’s not very sorry.
“Well, I guess you can go now,” she offers. “Thank you so much for assisting me in my 1k intro.”
“No problem,” you reply, “it was my pleasure. But how do I get out?”
“Easy,” she says, “just high-five me.” She walks closer to you.
“Welp, I guess this is goodbye.” She holds up her hands. When you high-five them, you are suddenly transported out of the room and back into wherever you were, staring at the scratch forum page.

1058 words

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Letter To My Future Self ⋆.ೃ࿔

Dear Saffron,

I hope you are doing well. I hope you locked in on your SAT and got the score and were able to get into the program you desired. I hope that life has been good to you so far, hopefully nothing too bad has headed your way. I hope that you finally get to do the many things I wished for right now. I hope you've gone to a concert, made a trip to the city with your friends, and you know the other things haha. But I think one of the most important things I want to wish is that you are still you. I can only pray that you've found peace within yourself and learned to not dwell on situations of the past. I guess I also want to remind you that you're strong and you deserve so much, in all you do, and in all that is surrounding you. On a less serious note lol, I wanted to ask you some questions too! How is Peanut doing? How are your friends? Are you still sticking around on Scratch to do SWC? How many more sessions of SWC have you done since this one? Are you happy with yourself and where you are right now? I hope you are. Oh! And also I really hope you've been enjoying that license of yours. I hope that you've been driving yourself to go everywhere we wanted and do things on your own. Isn't that kind of freedom so lovely? Make sure to keep taking those trips to the beach with your friends and eating Playa Bowls bahaha. Okay well I think I've said what I wanted to for now. This was kind of rushed lol. Anyways, keep shining girlie <3 You are awesome, amazing, and keep working hard. You deserve it all.

With Love,
Saffron

✏ 7.1.2026 ~ Daily #1 ⛧ ~ 307 words ౨ৎ
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⁀જ➣ Dailies and Weeklies Thread ➯ you're here
⁀જ➣ Word Adding Thread ➯ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=18#post-9285109
⁀જ➣ Cabin Wars Archive 11/07/26 ➯ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=18#post-9285112
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Vicky's Dailies and Weeklies Thread:

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·｡ ☠ Dailies:
1. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=4#post-9268051
3. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=8#post-9271917
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/892199/?page=1#post-9271914
4. https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1335613267/#comments-556725618
5. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=10#post-9275638
10. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=17#post-9283561

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1. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/9278741/edit/
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Melody's writing library ||


Daily 1: letter to future self
Daily 2: Misheard lyrics
Daily 5 (i think): after the show
Daily 6: Screenwrite

Daily #1:
Daily:

Hello everyone and welcome to the first daily of this session…it’s time to get out the envelopes and stamps! Along with a little self-introduction in the Main Cabin comments, for today’s daily, you’ll be writing a letter to your future self. Reflect back on your past and share what you hope to achieve, and make sure to write at least 300 words for 400 points, with an additional 100 points for proof!





Dear future self,

this is a letter for me to read in ten years or so. i guess i should tell you about myself? the date is july 1st, and at the moment, i’m in the CDT timezone. am i in a different timezone in the future? ooh, maybe you could write a letter to your past self in ten years! aka me right now. i’m in the fantasy cabin right now in SWC. is SWC still going on in the future? anyways, i want to be an actor when i grow up. i love acting, but do i still love it ten years later? i would like to know.

would you rather: be a pigeon for a year OR be a cat forever?

i probably would be a pigeon for a year ‘cause i dunno if i wanna be a cat forever, but i’m not sure. am i domesticated either way? if so, who do i live with? it all depends on the setting. i want to know what i think of this in ten years opposed to me now! (please mention this in your letter to me). Also, are cats still my favorite animal? am i still a drummer? Please let me know!!! (but seriously, please please pleaseeee let me know!!) i have 5 cats right now, and i’m PRETTY sure you can figure out which ones. i have been in 1 SWC session before this, in the adventure cabin. have i (co)lead any cabins in the future?!?!
anyways, i can’t think of anything more to say, and i have almost enough words, so just one question: how have i changed since i wrote this letter?
oh, also i reaaaalllyy like olivia rodrigo, “little miss perfect” (by write out loud), billie eilish, and my favorite track on what is at the time olivia rodrigo’s newest album (You seem pretty sad for a girl so in love) is probably the cure. anyways, goodbye!!!

- Sincerely,
Melody

⌕ SYSTEM ONLINE // TSUKI CASE ARCHIVE
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IDENTIFICATION
name: tsuki
pronouns: she/her
role: investigator (writer unit)
objective: document all writing activity as case evidence
word target: 2000
status: ACTIVE

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CASE STATUS
CURRENT CASES: OPEN
PRIORITY LEVEL: HIGH
EVIDENCE STREAM: CONTINUOUS
ARCHIVE CONDITION: STABLE
TRIAL STATUS: INVESTIGATION PHASE

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CASE LOGS // dailies

CASE FILE #00
type: daily entry
about: investigator intro
evidence: link
result: 1192 words
status: filed
case tag: evidence logged

CASE FILE #01
type: daily entry
about: correspondence to myself
evidence: link
result: 410 words
status: filed
case tag: evidence logged

CASE FILE #02
type: daily entry
about: misheard lyrics
evidence: link
result: 500 words
status: filed
case tag: evidence logged

CASE FILE #06
type: daily entry
about: screenplay
evidence: link
result: 1294 words
status: filed
case tag: evidence logged

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WEEKLY REPORTS // weeklies

REPORT #01
source: weekly assignment
about: fantasy !!
link: attached
word count: 2365 (for now)
classification: completed
case tag: reviewed

REPORT #02
source: weekly assignment
about: description
link: attached
word count: xxxx
classification: completed
case tag: reviewed

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OBJECTION LOGS // word wars

MATCH #01
opponent: @user
words submitted: xxxx
result: win / loss
objection status: SUSTAINED / OVERRULED
case note: argument recorded in transcript

MATCH #02
opponent: @user
words submitted: xxxx
result: win / loss
objection status: SUSTAINED / OVERRULED
case note: argument recorded in transcript

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COURT SUBMISSIONS // critiques

FILE #01
target: @user
link: attached
words: xxxx
status: submitted
court note: feedback entered into record

FILE #02
target: @user
link: attached
words: xxxx
status: submitted
court note: feedback entered into record

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TESTIMONY TRANSCRIPTS // penpals

TESTIMONY #01
from: @user
type: penpal correspondence
status: received / replied
summary: testimony archived
evidence tag: non-critical

TESTIMONY #02
from: @user
type: penpal correspondence
status: received / replied
summary: testimony archived
evidence tag: non-critical

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SPECIAL ACTION LOG

OBJECTION COUNT: tracked per case
CASE ACTIVITY LEVEL: HIGH
WRITING FLOW STATUS: ACTIVE
DETECTIVE NOTES: continuously updating

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SYSTEM NOTES
all writing activity is automatically logged as legal evidence
emotional interpretation: disabled
narrative bias: removed
data integrity: maintained

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⌕ CASE STATUS: INVESTIGATION ONGOING
⌕ SYSTEM OFFLINE

Daily 1: letter to future self

Dear future-vicky,

YOU BETTER HAVE LOCKED IN FR. LIKE IM SO FR IF YOU DIDNT LOCK IN- *gasps* You'd better be in -that- school with your besties enjoying life, becoming an academic weapon and ✨glowing up✨ you better have spiritually upleveled and become so close to God. You'd better be super smart and working hard on your studies. But you'd better not be wasting your teen years away on studies you'd better be ENJOYING LIFE. remember, YOLO!!! look back at how you were when you were writing this and be proud of how far you've come since then.

Now, you and i have much to talk about. NO SPOILERS ON OPLA 3!!! TAZ POSTED THAT THEYVE FINISHED FILIMING IT!??! DID U WATCH IT THE NIGHT IT CAME OUT? WAS IT EVERYTHING YOU DREAMED OF!??! How is L and A and everyone else doing. How's the MANDEM? did we stick together despite our impending doom of separating? ARE WE GOING TO LONDON FOR UNI TOGETHER? IS IT EVERYTHING WE DREAMED OF?!?!? How far down our to be read list are we? WHO WON THE WORLD CUP!?!? istg if it's not portugal or england broooo- what's the state of the world like? has AI taken over? WHO'S THE PRIME MINISTER? I bet you we've burnt through at least 3 more by the time you read this again. how did swc go? did you lock in? HOWS BI-FI? was the storyline as much fun as we hoped? are the campers loving it? HOWS WRITING GOINGGGG- i bet you're a YOUNG PUBLISHED AUTHOR. no actually, I BET YOU'RE A YOUNG PUBLISHED AUTHOR WHO'SE MAIN CAREER IS INVESTIGATION AND YOU'RE KNOW FOR BEING AN ACTIVIST AND HAVING LOADS OF SIDE HUSTLES LIKE FASHION AND GRAPHIC DESIGN AND LAW AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU LOVE
i just know you've found a way to give each of your valued hobbies the time they deserve <3

Most importantly:
Are we doing well?
Are we free, and happy and filled with love?
if we're not then this is from your past self:
YOUVE GOT THIS!!!
everything will get better, by the grace of God, keep smiling and stay happy, life's not worth being sad about

anyways, your younger self reallly needs to go and revise for her physics exam tmrw (LAST EXAM YAYYY!!! how does it go? what's in the test hehe- DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH FUN ON THRUSDAY AND FRIDAY WITH UR FRIENDS AND THE TASTE OF FREEDOM?)

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVEEEEE
just-doing-this-as-procastination: vicky <33 =PPPP DDDDDDD XDDD ^^

425 words

Dear Future Me,

It’s been a while since we’ve done this daily. Even if letter writing isn’t my favorite thing in the world, the nostalgia balances it all out I think. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I think that this daily was the first one I ever did in SWC. That would’ve been ten sessions ago? Crazy. It’s been a while, huh?

But moving on from that, today is the first time I’ve felt this good this week. Progress! I hope that by the time you’re rereading this letter you’re already out of whatever slump I was in. I also hope that you’re not as stressed out as I have been with all the events coming up for me.

Anyways, I hope that our crochet project is going well. How much progress have you made? I’m almost done with the first strand. It’s definitely a little lopsided and it’s absolutely not my best work, but it was very, very simple, which was nice! I’m a bit nervous for whenever I have to start on the leaves because one, I’m using a super dark yarn color, and two, I’ve never done half the stitches that it calls for. But we’ll figure it out!

Finally, I’m curious how much you managed to write, considering how much you’ll have travelled. I know that our goal is a lot smaller than we usually make it, so I wonder how many times you had to increase it (if you had to at all!).

But I hope that you were able to make a good amount of progress on our novel, too. We’ve been struggling with actually getting it on the paper, so, I’m telling you this now: do it bad! Because if you never do it bad, you’ll never do it at all!!!

And before I sign off, I hope you’re doing okay, and that you had a wonderful summer.

Sincerely,
Bea

daily 01/07
325 words

To Hope (from the future),

Hello! I hope you’re (we’re? whatever) doing well. How did SWC go? Hopefully it motivated us to write more and improve, and perhaps Mystery won? It would of course be fitting for the best cabin, after all.

Right now, I’m visiting university open days — have you decided on a course you might want to take yet? I’m currently thinking about maths or earth sciences, but I’m sure that will have changed by the time the session ends, and definitely will have changed by the time I apply.

What about the Minecraft realm? Is it still going? I really hope it is, although I’m also a bit confused and frustrated that the mule I had kept all my enchanted books in just vanished. I’m certain it was tied up to the fence post at my house, so perhaps it just got killed in some sort of crossfire when I was offline. It’s okay. I’ll just grind for those enchanted books again later, I guess. I also need to work on my house, so I’ll need to find a pale oak sapling to gather the wood, or I’ll ask someone else to find a sapling.

How did the other events go — Artfight and D&D, in particular? Did you manage to attack everyone you wanted? I would ask if you managed to get all your refs finished in time, but seeing as Artfight starts in an hour, I’m assuming that’s a definite no. Also D&D — is the campaign still running? Where is the party so far? I’m trying to write this without giving spoilers for the plot and secrets of this world, so I’m being quite vague here. To anyone in my group on the campaign, I promise I’ll actually get back to being active soon, once I’m back home!

Well, Artfight’s now started, and I’ve been busy making attacks, so I think I’ll end this letter here.

From, Hope (past)

308 out of 300!
Dear future sage,
This is your past self reporting here to tell you this,
This is our first year here on swc and our goal was 5,000 I think we can do this if we try and I think if we complete this goal we can try to do 20,000 words next time, please dont overwhelmed yourself by making yourself do this. This is a reminder to take a moment for a quick break for a minute to relax and think what memories you had this year of swc and do 3 dailys a week and a weekly, and try to write 100 words per day to reach this 5,000 word goal and for the dailyes and weekly do them because more points for the xeno fiction cabin so we can win! It turns out being part of the Xeno Fiction crew is honestly a pretty cool space to create wild worlds and meet some awesome people along the way. Even if it was a surprise at first, we are a team now, and we might as well make the absolute most of our time here. Whenever you feel totally stuck or just completely unmotivated to write, look back at this note. Remember that we can still show up, do our best, and help our cabin smash the competition.A simple one hundred words a day is a super relaxed pace, so don't stress yourself out trying to be perfect. Just take a deep breath, shake out your hands, and know that you are fully capable of hitting this goal. Let's rack up these daily points, make our past self proud, and see if we can help carry this cabin to a victory! Future self, you’ve absolutely got this. Let's win! This is past sage logging out!

Chuey's 1k Intro | Day 1 | 1357 words


A notification pops up in your messages — new activity in the SWC Megathread July 2026. Curious, you click on it to read the latest post, only to realize, too late, it's another one of those intros. And, worse, it was written by Chuey? Great. You'll be lucky if you make it out of here with all of your toes…
In fact, you started the day out with ten, didn’t you? How come you’re only counting seven right now?

Greetings and salutations, mortals! As per tradition, Chuey Soul Corps. Inc is proud to present… my one thousand word intro. As always, you can expect plenty of rambling, weird humor, and the occasional attempt to snatch your toes. I mean, what?
Let's get right into it.

As you may know already, I'm Chuey, and I usually go by Chuey. (A real shocker, I know.) I've had this nickname for as long as I can remember, although I'm not entirely sure why. Someone just… randomly decided to start calling me that… couldn’t have anything to do with anything else about my profile…
Cough.
If you've seen any of my other intros, you may also know that I'm a homeschooled Christian who really likes reading, especially fantasy. If you haven’t, congratulations, you now know that. I also like writing, although that's kind of a given, as this is, after all, a writing camp. Whoa. My other hobbies include baking, art, eating chocolate, and collecting board games, all of which I’ll get into in a bit. Oh, and recently I’ve added playing Animal Crossing to that list, since I feel the amount of time and effort I’m willing to dedicate to it should count as a hobby.
I was originally going to write a bland, boring list of some other things I like and dislike, but then I decided that was pretty stale and unappealing of me. So instead, I’m going to throw some random facts at you. I leave you to decide whether that’s any better.
Some things you may not know about me are that I’m double-jointed, I’ve been trying to learn calligraphy for the past couple of years, and I like photography! I love taking pictures of pretty much anything but people. Not that people aren’t interesting, but I usually prefer to capture them in words. As for my calligraphy, it’s been progressing, if slowly — I usually do the faux calligraphy where you fill in the letters after doing them with a pen or pencil. (There’s not really anything to say about being double-jointed, other than the fact that it makes it hard to jump on trampolines without destroying my ankles. Oh, and I can do slightly disturbing things with my fingers!)
I have several goals I’ve been trying to achieve this year, including getting into theater, writing more consistently, and working on singing. So far I have been writing a little more consistently, although I’ll admit I’ve slacked off a little lately. In my defense, I’ve been saving it all for July. I also sang at my recital a few months ago, so I’m choosing to count that as a win as well. I have not, unfortunately, managed to get into theater, mostly because my schedule and the showtimes don’t like each other very much. (I was actually hoping to audition for my community theater this summer, but the showtimes coincide almost exactly with when I’ll be on my trip. Figures.)
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the hobbies I mentioned earlier! Let’s talk about those for a bit, shall we?
I am, as previously stated, quite fond of baking. In fact, this week I tried something new and made cake pops! I may or may not be on a cake pop craze now, and I also have the urge to try making cakesicles, which look insanely delicious (not to mention stunning)! I suck at decorating cakes the traditional way, so I’m quite happy that I’ve found an outlet for my desire to fiddle around with cake and frosting, make a mess, and still come out on the other side with something that’s actually presentable. And edible. I plan to try making them again with homemade cake and homemade buttercream frosting next time around — I used a cake mix and store bought frosting this time around because I didn’t want to spend forever making cake and frosting if it turned out to be a flop, but I definitely think I could level up with homemade components. And now that I’ve rambled sufficiently about baking for a while, it’s probably time to pivot.
I used to be quite into art, and it’s still a hobby of mine. Unfortunately, I’ve been pretty blocked for several months, a state not improved by my touchscreen being kind of broken. I should probably just pick up a pencil and do it the traditional way, but I haven’t yet mustered the motivation to do so. Maybe soon.
Eating chocolate kind of stands on its own, although I will publicly state that dark chocolate is superior in every way and white chocolate tastes like what you get when you make chocolate without any actual chocolate. Oh… wait…
Collecting board games is a sort-of hobby I stumbled into kind of accidentally. Now, I know pretty much everyone has the standard classics — Monopoly, Catan, and Sorry! are the foundation for any collection. However, I love buying random board games that look pretty and seem like they have an engaging gameplay system. I also really, really like games by Exploding Kittens, because they’re always fun and always a little wacky.
I will confess that I haven’t played all of the games in my collection. I will confess that sometimes I just like to look at them and think about how pretty they are and how cool they would be if I ever took the time to actually take them out of the box. My only excuse is that I’m a hoarder, and my family has the wrong number of people to play four-player games. I’m deeply sorry.
Last but most certainly not least… Animal Crossing: New Horizons! Does this count as a hobby? I’m not sure, but it feels like it should. I’ve had the game for years, but after the initial setup and main quest of sorts, I sort of fell off of playing it. Or any games at all, to be honest. Lately, however (as in, the last week), I’ve picked it back up and started poking around. And possibly watched about a dozen videos with island and home decor ideas, but everyone does, right? Right? Anyways, my island is currently a total dump, but I’m working to fix it, I swear! I haven’t checked my island rating in a while (I’m scared bro), but I’m positive I can get all five shiny gold stars with time and effort. As in, maybe next decade. And only after kicking all of my sloppy siblings off the island because they won’t let me pick up and sell their random junk, even though none of them ever play. Sigh.
Anyways, I believe this is probably well over a thousand words, so it’s about time to wrap things up! I hope you enjoyed learning a little bit about me. Or, at the very least, weren’t completely bored out of your mind.
(Does anyone read these things? I guess we’ll find out. If you did, come tell me the secret code word I hid in here somewhere! If you do, I’ll know you’re a real one.)
Chuey, signing off.

Well… thank goodness that’s over. Honestly, does anyone really need to go and on about themself for that long? At least it’s finally over with, and, wonder of wonders, you still have three toes left!
Or… you did. Now that you look again, it seems like you’ve only got one pinkie toe. Time to leave before you lose that one, too.
You click away from the megathread without a second glance, already thinking about something else.
Behind you, unnoticed, Chuey grins as she tosses your last toe into the deep-frier.

Dear Me, It's A Letter! || Daily 1 || 375 words

Dear Chuey,
As I’m sure you’re well aware of, we used to write letters to ourselves all the time. In fact, I distinctly remember one time we, when we were eight, wrote a letter to us at thirteen. We then opened it every year to add a note from each age. Sadly, it was lost before we could read it, as were the other letters. I guess I could write one to us in thirty years, but I doubt it would survive.
I’m excited about the trip, and I hope it goes well! I intend to take home lots of memories, pictures, and hopefully everything I packed. Don’t lose anything, future me.
I’ve also got some goals, although you may need some reminding of what those are. If you haven’t done that in a while, check the theater schedule! Are there any shows coming up you could audition for? I know you want to do that, and have for most of the year. I’m sure there’ll eventually be one that lines up with our schedule.
Keep up the work in math and science! I know having to do school over the summer sucks, and sucked, but it’ll all be over soon. Also, please, please do not procrastinate on starting college essay drafts. GO DO IT. Actually, I should probably go do it right now. But I’m writing this letter, and if I stop and do something else now, I’ll never get back on track.
Don’t forget to practice your music, either! I know it can be hard to remember, but it’s worth it, I promise. And I know because I’m you, and I know what happens when we practice. I also know what happens when we don’t. Side effects include piano becoming paino and guitar strings turning into medieval torture instruments. (Calluses, oh calluses, wherefore hast thou left me…)
Also, don’t neglect your writing! Keep drafting your story ideas, even if it’s only a little at a time. Even a hundred words a day will get you to the end faster than zero words a day.
You’ve got this, future me. Go out there and be awesome!
Also, please feel free to laugh at this letter. I know it’s cheesy.
Yours,
Me, myself, and I

☆ “wait, wait xeno I thought you just did animation meme remixes..”
“no that's fun but I used to be a writer I need to stop being rusty!”

xeno/astro/rex| he/they+neos|

hello, hello welcome to my spot in this giant thread! this is my first time doing swc it's kinda like artfight but we write instead so I decided to give it a try.
here we have a directory for the wednesday- I mean gothic cabin um we got this team! ( bleh going to add more shush)

dailles:
1. 7-1-2026| letter to future self- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1332357866 |915 words
2. 7-2-2026| misheard lyrics| https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1350815623 | 1768 words
note: it's not that funny, I promise.
3. 7-3-2026| interview thing| https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1351044860| 2158 words, breakdown added
4. 7-4-2026| word fight daily| non prompted+ optional proof| 186 words

wow insert cool header :P

5. 7-5-2026| character ending au thingy? I don't know what kind of title one would use| https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1351353281 | 1729 words
6. 7-6-2026| screenplay but realistic| https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1351678992| 454 words
note:I know what your thinking xeno what made you fall off? got sick again :( ( were still going to win regardless)
7-7-2026| story review| https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1351874637 | 387 words
7-8-2026| poems| (more like the entire cabin was struggling/hj) https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1352187808 | 287 words
it's ok I was having difficulty too :)

tsuki's 1k word intro // 1192 words

hihihi everyone!! i'm tsuki (she/her), and i'm really excited to be here! this is my very first session of swc, so there's a very good chance i'll spend the first few days getting hopelessly lost, clicking the wrong links, and wondering where everything is, but that's part of the experience, right? …right? :0 i'm currently living in the uk, though i'll actually be moving to the us in the middle of the session, which still feels a little surreal to type. if i disappear for a few days at any point, chances are i'm surrounded by moving boxes trying to remember which one i packed my laptop charger in.

i also somehow ended up getting sorted into ace attorney mystery, which i was honestly thrilled about because ace attorney is one of my favourite game series ever. somehow the sorting gods (which from my stalking i uncovered to be the quails D) looked at my application, saw my OBSESSION with ace attorney, and decided to enable me. i'm not complaining <3 THANKSIES QUAILS

i'm trying to keep my goals for this session realistic. as much as i'd love to complete every single activity, i know i'll probably end up stressing myself out if i aim too high, especially with moving happening halfway through the month. i'm hoping to finish around half the dailies and weeklies, participate in a few word wars, meet lots of new people, and, most importantly, actually finish some stories instead of leaving them to collect dust in my documents folder. i have a terrible habit of getting ridiculously excited about a new idea, outlining half of it, writing a few scenes i'm really proud of, and then immediately getting distracted by another shiny idea that appeared out of nowhere. maybe this session will finally convince me to stick with a few of them until the end…or at least the middle.

reading has probably been one of my biggest hobbies for as long as i can remember. i'll happily read almost anything if it catches my attention! lately i've been reading lots of webnovels. some that i'm currently reading are lord of the mysteries, omniscient reader's viewpoint, and the beginning after the end. i'm also a huge fan of mei hachimoku's light novels! my friend got me invested after i glanced over his shoulder to see what book he was reading and now i am forever changed

when i'm not reading, there's a decent chance i'm doing something music-related. i play drums, guitar, violin, and piano, and i'm currently learning saxophone as well! i'm definitely not a master of any of them, but i enjoy learning different instruments because they all feel so different from one another. every instrument has its own personality, and it's always satisfying when something you've been struggling with for ages suddenly clicks. music has always been one of my favourite creative outlets, even if i occasionally make questionable decisions for the sake of “seeing what happens.” i also sing and songwrite, though many of my songs are not very good objectively </3 ITS OKAY THOUGH PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT RIGHT… right… :')

i'm also a theatre kid! i've done cast before, and while i had a lot of fun performing, i think i actually prefer crew. there's something really satisfying about working behind the scenes and helping everything come together. i love the “organised” chaos backstage (NOT organised whatsoever lol), the quick changes, the whispered cues, the frantic last-minute prop checks, and that amazing feeling when opening night finally goes smoothly after weeks of rehearsals. well. mostly smoothly. i think people sometimes underestimate how much work goes into making a production happen, and i have so much respect for everyone who helps make the magic possible behind the curtain.

another huge interest of mine is psychology. i find it fascinating how people think, how memories work, why we make the choices we do, and how our experiences shape who we become. every time i learn something new, i somehow end up with twice as many questions as i started with, which is probably why i enjoy it so much! at the moment i'm hoping to become a clinical practitioner or work in a similar field someday, though i still have plenty of time before i have to make any final decisions (future me will have several existential crises before deciding anything for certain). for now i'm happy just learning as much as i can <3

i also spend far more time than i'd like to admit making things. sometimes that's coding little html projects that never leave my computer, sometimes it's designing graphics or profile layouts for absolutely no reason other than “i think this would look cool,” and sometimes it's spending forty-five minutes moving one decorative symbol two pixels to the left and then back and then left again over and over and over until i finally decide “yep it looked better left. why did i waste so much time…” i love character creation and worldbuilding, although i'm constantly convincing myself i'm terrible at both despite continuing to make new characters anyway. i also really enjoy dnd and other ttrpgs, even though i'm currently mourning the fact that i'll have to leave my amazing group behind when i move. if anyone ever needs another player… :eyes:

as for everything else… i have way too many interests for my own good. mythology, history, linguistics, etymology, philosophy and the occasional 2 a.m. existential crisis, astronomy, true crime, anime, manga, rhythm games (pjsk my beloved), escape rooms, baking, cooking, journaling, stationery i'll never actually use because it's too pretty, graphic design, video essays that somehow become three-hour marathons, and making playlists with incredibly specific vibes that probably only make sense to me. and cats. always cats. if you have a cat, i would be more than happy to see pictures. this is not a request. this is a public service announcement.

anyway… if you've somehow made it all the way to the end of this absolute wall of text, congratulations!! i have a tendency to ramble just a liiiittle. if that wasn't already made obvious. i'm always happy to chat about books, ACE ATTORNEY!!, psychology, theatre, music, coding, or honestly just listen to someone enthusiastically explain their latest hyperfixation. i love hearing people talk about things they care about, even if i know absolutely nothing about the topic beforehand.

i'm really looking forward to getting to know everyone (or as many people possible) over the course of this session. whether we end up word warring, critiquing each other's work, talking about our favourite books at an unreasonable hour of the night, or simply saying hi in passing, i hope we get the chance to meet. here's to a month full of stories, questionable sleep schedules, too many tabs open at once, and hopefully a lot of memories worth keeping. see you around! <33

“HOLD IT!” i forgot to mention!! mystery for the win!! after all, phoenix wRIGHT can do not wrong )) okay i'm sorry that was so corny ignore me </3

okay now i'm done for real. bye for now! <3

⋆ wednesday, july 1st: letter to my future self

dear future veni: whenever and wherever you’re reading this, whether it be a month from now or a year or maybe even never, i hope you’re doing well :)
as i’m writing this, it’s july first and the first day of both scratch writing camp and artfight. i’m feeling pretty hyped. i hope to feel accomplished with both by the end of this month, by reaching my word goal (which i purposefully set a lot lower than i usually would), maybe a weekly if i’m lucky and reaching maybe 15 attacks or something. i havent properly decided yet. (and as a little side note, i’m really struggling with artfight right now. i’m writing this letter as the site loads)
i’m gonna be travelling soon!! …which you’re probably well aware of since you’re future me, but oh well. i hope all that goes well, even if it makes keeping up with writing and drawing a little bit harder.
and as for some proper real-life goals… i’ve been bored out of my mind lately, even just two weeks into the summer. i get the feeling that i havent been the healthiest thus far :,) so i really want to work on going to sleep at a normal time and eating all the right foods, taking care of my body, getting back into a workout routine, having fun with my hobbies instead of doomscrolling and rotting and all that. my health scares me, and to my future self i really hope that you’re at a better place with it than i am right now asfdsjfjkl - drink water girl, it matters
i also hope you’ve got (or are working on) your license. and a job.
goals, goals goals… i’ve got a lot of them, probably too many to share in a simple letter. well, i definitely could if i tried, but i’m lazy, which seems to be the root of all my problems. i want to play guitar more. it makes me really happy but i havent gotten around to it much.
i’m probably not gonna be doing a 1k word intro so i guess this letter serves as the “something to look back on” for this month. cheers - go out into the world and find some happiness for me, alright? <3

past(?)/present(?)/somewhere - on - the - timeline - veni

daily 1

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dear future ea,

First of all, I want to set a goal for you. After being inactive for so long and “participating” in many camps, I want you to complete every single daily, with complete effort, and surpass your word count. I know you have much more to do than scroll on yt shorts so get to you writing for swc. I also want you to try your best to write a good piece for the writing competition and maybe even win an honor or any place.

By the time you open this page and read this, I expect you will be proud of yourself for writing more and improving all your skills, and I expect that you have done all dailies and weeklies.

Right now, while writing this, I'm being a hunchback and a screenager and multitasking between watching shorts and writing this.

I want to know, have you reduced your screentime on shorts?

Have you finished reading at least 3 books before August?


Have you finished your math textbook?

I also hope that you’ve tried your best to involve yourself in more art. Maybe enter some competitions.

Do you remember that peach tree that you planted with your dad? What happened to it?

Have you gotten yourself to eat better and healthier instead of starving and then eating so much that you feel guilty about it?

Have you mended things between you and yourself? What about with your family? Have you bonded with the everyday and listened to your parents?

Have you beaten that 7 year old tennis prodigy? Maybe have won some tournaments? I hope all of your new achievements have made you and I proud.

I know this school year was tough with all the new settings and work, and I think that no matter what the future holds. You’ve always worked hard and tried your best even after all those times you’ve gotten in trouble with your parents.

love,
Your past self <3
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Daily 2 || 883 words
Red Velvet “Bad Boy” (I need a chicken doughnut)

Maybe already having a job at 15 is too much, but really, I don’t have a choice. Taking care of 7 siblings without a mother helping you is really a trial. And yes, you heard me right, 7 siblings. 3 of them are triplets and no one can tell them apart, not even me. My mom is always slumped on the couch with bottles and bottles next to her, either screaming at me and my siblings or screaming at the TV. It’s the same schedule everyday; wake up to hit me, finish all those bottles, sleep, and go out at night to do who knows what. With all the bills piled up in our mailbox and no mom to pay them, I had to get a job.

“Leeane.” a small whisper cried

“Leanne.” the voice spoke louder

“LEANNE!” it screamed. I slowly pushed myself out of my sleeping bad and rolled my eyes open to see my little sister, Coors. Yes, Coors. My ill minding mother was told to name her child the first thing she thought of. Of course it was Coors. It’s all she consumes anyway.

“What do you want at this hour?” I groaned at her.

“Leeane you still haven’t made breakfast and everyone is hungry!”

“What do you mean? It’s like 4 in the morning!” I told her as I turned my head to look at the clock. The hour had been pointed at the number nine.

Wait, nine?

“COORS IT’S NINE WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?” I rushed to the kitchen to pour some milk and cereal for everyone.

“I thought you were tired and I let you sleep for longer!” Coors yelled at me

I had no time to waste. My manager would be mad if I showed up late to the job three days in a row. I quickly brushed my teeth and slipped on my uniform.

“Coors make sure Molly watches over you guys while I’m gone. Next time if it’s seven wake me up!” I screamed as i shut the door.
I could faintly hear a small “sorry” on Coors’s end.

I ran and jumped on my bike while drinking the coffee I hastily brewed after I was woken.

I looked at my watch and could feel my heart sink. It was 9:16. I was one minute late.

I burst into the store to be welcomed by my manager, arms crossed, and frowning.

“Seriously late again?” she said in a sharp tone “I know you’re struggling at home but you must show up on time!”

I couldn’t tell if she was pitying me or firing me but I knew what was going to happen.

“One more slip up and you are fired!” she yelled as I whispered the same words that I had anticipated. I didn’t feel anything. I was numb, knowing that with this many firings would surely get me rejected from all other jobs.

I tear started rolling down my face as I walking into the back. It was hanging onto my face, just like my life. It rolls and rolls down the path until it reaches the cliff. It hangs onto dear life until it just can’t anymore and drops. I took a tissue and wiped my woes away and pretended everything was fine. I dragged myself to the counter while a stern looking customer was waiting and tapping her foot.

“Seriously service is so slow these days.” she groaned. “Come on, chop chop!” she said while snapping her fingers furiously in my face.

I wanted to slap her so bad, but the thought of my mother beating me for not being able to support the family came through and I realized that I had a lot to lose.

I put on my best customer service voice and said “Well my apologies ma’am. What would you like to get started for today?”

“I need a chicken doughnut” she demanded.

“Sorry, a what?” I asked skeptically. Did I not drink enough coffee today or what?

“I said, I need a chicken doughnut!” She snapped. “Kids these days. Can’t listen to any simple directions.” She complained

“Ok woman, we are not Popee’s or any weird selling store. We are Chunkin Donut’s and don’t sell whatever abomination you are requesting, so either leave or get slapped in the face for a reality check.” I told the woman, but it was only in my brain. I couldn’t say that to a customer, so I just told her I’d try my best to fix something like that for her.

I walked to Ms. Morse, the manager, told her the situation.

“Becoming independent and not relying on others is part of growing up. Find out what to do yourself” She mumbled, not even turning her head to look at me.

I excused myself out of the store to Popee’s to buy some fried chicken. I put it in a box along with a normal glazed doughnut and handed it to the weird lady.

I saw her face getting redder and redder as she screamed “I WANTED A FRIED CHICKEN DOUGHNURT NOT THIS, THING, YOU GAVE ME!”. She slapped me across my face and I felt myself blacking out. The last thing I heard was

“Leeane”


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Daily 3 || 614 words
Interviewing Vi from Myth

Is writing your biggest passion? If not, what is? How did you discover you passion for it? How would you pursue it if you would? If so, who helped you discover your passion and how did you find it? Would you pursue writing professionally? If so, how?

Writing has been Vi’s biggest passion. She says “I suppose I would say it’s my biggest passion, though I wish I did it way more often. I started writing in like fourth or fifth grade, but I only started considering my writing good in seventh grade. My mother is an author and editor, so she guided me through a lot of it. I also had a friend who collaborated with me on stories. I don’t think I want writing to be my job when I get older, however if I had to I would want to be a writer for a show.”

How did you discover Scratch Writing Camp? Was it from friends, covid, randomly scrolling to it, or another reason?

Vi discovered Scratch Writing Camp from exploring the depths of scratch. One of her friends liked a leader app and in her words she “leapt from page to page” and found the camper signups.

How have you adapted to your schedule, using time wisely and being organized, and avoiding procrastination?

In Vi’s own opinion she hasn’t found her way through organizing through her time, but using the weekly checklists, she has adapted and is better with using time.

If you write regularly, how do you come up with ideas and stick to them? What methods would you recommend for someone with nothing but a pen and paper and no inspiration?

FOr someone with little inspiration, Vi recommends trying a free write. This is where you just write about your day for 10-15 minutes. Then, if you want to start a story, she says you should write everything you want about a new character, world and plot. If you can’t think of anything she suggests coming up with something new.

If you didn’t have any work, how would you spend your day with your interests? You can be as creative from going out shopping to working to create a big spaceship to escape the world!

Vi’s dream day without any work starts out with redecorating her room. She does this to have the complete dream study space for herself. Then, she would make a writing desk and finish the novel she has been writing. She would also watch shows and draw.

How have your dreams of becoming something as a kid changed to what you want to be now?

Vi used to have the childhood dream of becoming an author or programmer but now, she thinks it doesn’t suit her. She is still experimenting with hobbies and currently is seeing what a camera can do to her world.

What is a topic you could go on and on about for hours?

She says “FANDOMS. Any of my fandoms- the cosmere, TADC, MD, TTS/RTA, Arcane, Stardew Valley, and so so so much more. I already rant about them constantly to my friends and it's something that’s always on my mind.”

What is the hardest part of being you?
(this was too much of a deep question…)

In her exact words, she says that “Figuring out if there’s something wrong with me (I don't want to go too deep into detail) and how I treat those around me. I feel like I’m just not good at relationships and I want to be. Aside from that, just… figuring out what I want to do. I have no idea what I'm doing or where I’m going.”


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Word War #1 || 330 words || 4 minutes

One day, there was a turtle. The turtle’s name was Gurtle. I like turtles and so did Gurtle. After Gurtle had his breakfast of leavy greens and carrots, Gurtle let out a giant burp. Gurtle also flipped over onto his belly so he could get belly rubs from his owner. His owner was me. After I finished breakfast of cereal I saw Gutle flipped over so I gave him belly rubs and then flipped him back over. Gurtle loves having fun. Gurtle has fun on Gurtle’s favorite toy. His favorite toy is a chewy duck squishy and the butter squishy. Gurtle likes chewing on them. Except one time gurtle accidentally ate the carrot squishy he used to have. Apparently he almost died but they pumped his stomach. After that Gurtle the turtle was banned from squisies, but Gurtle the turtle loves playing so he was also adventurous. Gurtle found my stash of squishies and stole the butter and duck squishy. Gurtle was very proud of his new toys. GUrtle also likes working out. Gurtle works out on a hamster wheel. Sometimes gurtle walks on the hamster wheel but most of the time he just falls asleep. Gurtle always falls asleep. One time he fell asleep during a talk with his owner and then he had to get another talk about respecting the speaker. Then gurtle fell asleep again. GUrtle is very sleep deprived and always is tired. Gurtle one time ate out of his box. Gurtle’s owner was mad. Then that was when gurtle got a new terrarium. Gurtle’s favorite food is the shaving cream from squishies, even though he’s not allowed to eat them anymore, but who’s stopping gurtle? gurtle has lots of friends. He has his butter squishy as a friend and his duck squishy as his friend. He used to have another friend called the carrot squishy but he ate it. The duck is next. The other day when gurtle’s stomach was feeling a little queasy he


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Daily 5 || 916 words (it's con sisters iykyk )
“Claire!” A voice yelped as they jolted me awake. I opened my eyes to see Meredith looking at me intensely, like she was about to go crazy.

“How many days has it been? Guess!” she squealed as she pointed to the wall. It was full of markings, counting down the days until we could get out after all our conning.

I squinted my eyes and said “Five months and thirty days. Wait thirty days! Meredith, we're getting out tomorrow!”

“I know right! I’m so excited! Bora Bora, here I come!”

After our boring days in prison, we were finally out of the moldy cell that we’ve been spending so much time in.

“We’ll finally escape this disgusting disgrace of a building and retire at the beach!” she beamed. “Oh yea, you can also meet that boyfriend of yours! I’m sure he misses you!” she teased.

I gave her a look that said Shut up, but it was true, I haven’t seen Eric since the police got to me and I was excited to see him again.

“Claire and Meredith please come with me.” an officer demanded as they walked up to our cell.

We followed him as he started to explain things. “You are being released today and we must go through some verification process, but first, here.”

He handed our phones back and Meredith practically screamed and jumped up and down after being reunited with her phone.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much officer dude!” she squealed after taking numerous selfies. She gasped and exclaimed “Augh I missed taking these so much! I can’t wait to go to Bora Bora!”


We were then placed inside a walled room where we had to present some random things like ID’s and cash. I got lost after the guard explained what will happen after we got released. I was more focused on the Eric, who I saw smiling at me through the window, and of course, freedom!

I snapped back after the guard told us to sign a contract.

“You’ll be closely monitored of your activity for a few months and more information will be finalized soon. For now, you are free to go.”

Meredith and I literally ran out of that building, and soon I found myself in Eric’s arms.

We shared a long embrace until Meredith butted in saying “Sorry if I’m ruining your little smoochy-smoochy moment, but wow Claire, hugging your little boyfriend before hugging mom?”

I looked at mom’s shocked face seeing me, but it slowly melted into a smile as I threw myself at her. We all cried for a moment, expressing how much we missed each other, loved each other, and blah, blah, blah.

“Meredith I know how much you’ve wanted to come to that Bora place so I arranged some things and we’ll be flying there today! First class!” Mom told Meredith.

“Oh my god, oh my god, guys hurry into the taxi! This girl is going to the beach!”

We all got to the airport in a hustle, but when we passed security, I suddenly felt my stomach turn.

What if my passport expired?

What if we would get sent back to jail again for some mix up?

What if—

My thoughts were interrupted by a small squeeze from Eric’s hand.

He looked at me in a way that made me get butterflies and he said in his familiar voice “Claire, I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry. Your mom and I made arrangements so that we’ll get past in a breeze.”

“Oh yea, also are you guys like a thing?” Meredith questioned.

Eric and I both exchanged looks and I answered “We’re still figuring it out, but we might be.” as Eric gave me a reassuring look.

“Oh what a shame, I was the pretty twin, but whatever.” she joked.

Turns out, Eric was right, security was a breeze. Except for the two parts where the security dude side eyed us and when Meredith got stopped because she was wearing too much jewelry.

We made it to our gate just in time for boarding, and when we got to our seats, my, oh, my, it was the most luxurious airplane seat I’ve sat in. It was complete with all the amenities, which included a bathrobe, slippers, a toothbrush, and so many skincare products. We also got a seat that reclined all the way into a bed and a giant screen to watch movies on. It felt like such a dream!

The airplane ride felt shorter than it really was, after spending so much time sleeping and using the amenities. We landed smoothly on to the tramway and as we stepped out, a big warm breeze hit my face.
“Ooh baby this is what I’m talking about!” Meredith screamed.

The hotel was somehow even better than the plane ride. It was a giant cabin on the water. It had a kitchen, a large living room, and 4 luxurious bedrooms.

While Meredith was busy with mom, trying on swimsuits, and jumping into the sea, I stayed inside with my favorite book.

“Claire, I’m so glad you’re out now.” I looked up to see Eric smiling at me

“Yes, me too. Anyway I’m really sorry for stealing from you, punching your brother, and conning your family.” I apologized to him.

“Eh it’s fine. It’s been a crazy few months and I’m just glad you’re ok.” he replied.

And with that we leaned on each other's shoulders and closed our eyes.
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Weekly 1
Part 1

Examples of fantasy elements

Mythical Creatures
Unicorns
Pegasi
Alicorns
Mermaids
Dragons
Griffins
Phoenix's
Etc etc
Mythical “People”
Elves
Witches
Warlocks
Wizards
Goblins
Etc etc
Magic systems
Powers
Teleportation
Telepathy
Elemental powers
Etc etc
Rules
Strong limitations with limitations and costs
Elemental forces and “balance”
Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water are basic elements
Light, Ice, shadow, gravity are more complex
Lots of fantasy novels have this mysterious other element that has to be discovered or protected
Setting
Magical kingdoms

Part 2

In this utopia world, everything is perfect. The sun is always bright with no day that is gloomy and sad. Every residence is a large modern dome castle like estate. Everyone has their own specific power that is either an elemental ability, telepathy, or invisibility. There is one, really special ability and it is photokinesis. It is where you manipulate light into ways where you can see invisible people. As you look to your left, you see a large beautiful fountain surrounded by rainbows that is the center of this world. This fountain is the main source of magic in Elysium and everything will be out of balance if something happens to it. Sounds like there might be something going on with it. Anyway, to the right you see little children playing with each other’s abilities and everyone looks happy. Or are they? The leader, he calls himself, Mr. Moton runs the city in perfect order. Well, maybe a little too perfect. I mean isn’t it weird how everything is sunshiny rainbowy and everyone’s happy? Also why are there no other living creatures and why is everyone vegan (no offense to vegan people)? There have been theories, but there have been reports from the only two photokinetic people in Elysium. Seraphina and Kylo. According to them, they’ve seen Mr. Moton throwing people into the fountain, while they were screaming. Rumor also has it that there is a special crystal that Mr. Moton does that supposedly has something to do with the fountain. But anyway, feel welcome at Elysium and don’t think about the fountain. Just celebrate the happiness of this world and hopefully you won’t be thrown into the fountain. Welcome!

Part 3

It was another day and the sun was shining bright, like it always was. The world of Elysium has always been perfect, sunshiny days, almost too perfect. No one has questioned anything since the leader, Mr. Moton established it as a “utopia”. No one has questioned it but me.

Even though Elysium is run by equality, where almost everyone has the same estate size and same resources, it has always seemed very off.

“I’m telling you that everything’s wrong! I’m not kidding?” I said as I explained my theories to my friend Mirabella.

Mirabella was perfect. She was the daughter of the leader’s best friend, which also meant she was richer than everyone else. She was also well known throughout school and very pretty. She was everything I couldn’t be. I don’t even know why we’re friends but she is the only reason why I’m not a social outcast.

“Okay, okay, I get it, Seraphina. You are not kidding. But do you know what you sound like you are? A conspiracy theorist who is going crazy.” She joked at me paying only attention to her scryer, texting furiously at it.

“But I get it.” She continued “My brother is like this as well. He’s watching you closely over there. It’s kinda creepy.”

My gaze slowly fixated on Kylo, Mirabella’s brother, who was staring at me intensely, and I couldn’t help but stare back into his beautiful green eyes and–

“Explain it to me, Seraphina. What are you seeing in Mr. Moron that makes Elysium so suspicious?” Mirabella asked.

“Number one, it’s Mr. Moton and number two—”

“Moron, Moton. Sounds the same to me” she interrupted.

“Can you stop interrupting me?” I groaned.

“Whatever.””

“I swear I’ve seen Mr. Moton bring in citizens who seem to be young, and not developing well. He takes them into the fountain and pushes them in.” I told her

“Maybe you were just dreaming.” Mirabella shrugged.
“No, I wasn’t. The first time I saw him do it was when I was practicing my photokinesis. I sat at my bedroom window and overlooked the entire city and focused on Mr. Moton and the mysterious person. After that I manipulate light almost everyday at night and almost always see him bring a new person in.” I said, trying to explain my “crazy” experiences.

“Ok, ok, ok, I believe you. Anyway, let's go get some lattes. I have so much to tell you. There is a party celebrating our quincentennial next week and my family is invited and you are my plus one! We are going to have the BEST time shopping for clothes!” Mirabella squealed.

Every year, important families of Elysium were selected and invited to the annual party celebrating each year of Elysium, and every year, I was Mirabella’s plus one. I never really did anything at the party, but it was nice that Mirabella always thought about me first.

“Oh my god. This dress perfectly suits you!” Mirabella exclaimed. I wasn’t sure if it was more of an insult or compliment as she showed me the most extravagant dress complete with chameleon scales, peacock feathers, and tons of sequins.

I sipped on my pumpkin spice latte, my usual, and told Mirabella “I like more simple dresses. Maybe a warm toned brown?”

Mirabella scrunched her face up hearing that. “Ew, brown again? I’m telling you brown does not fit you. I mean it’s the color of poop which does match your eyes, but I swear purple matches better. Ooh! I’ll also lend you my olive green purse! You’ll rock that party!”

“Fine, I guess. I’ll go shopping with you.” I gave in.

Mirabella took me to this famous and expensive dress shop that apparently sold the best dresses in all of Elysium.

“Wait, I think you’re right. This does look good on me.” I told Mirabella, who had a smug look on her face, as I admired myself in a simple off the shoulder purple dress.

“I told you. It looks even better with my purse. I’ll conjure it up for you once we both get home.”

I could feel the smooth silk of the dress rub against my skin as I walked out of the store. I felt like a literal queen. Maybe living Mirabella’s life was much more fun then just coming up with conspiracies.

The next day as I was curled up in my bed, reading a book. I suddenly felt my scryer vibrate. I picked it up and saw that Mirabella texted me saying that I couldn’t be her plus one anymore.

So much for buying that new dress.

I asked her why and told her to meet me at our favorite cafe, but she only left me on read.

I waited and waited at the cafe but she never came.

I was about to leave until I heard a deep voice saying “Wait, come back.”

I turned to see that it was Kylo. He gestured back to my seat.

“So I heard Mirabella uninvited you to the party. What a shame. I really wanted you to be there. In fact I needed you there.” He said as my heart fluttered. Did he… really like me?

“I know what you know about Mr. Moton and let me tell you, you aren't going crazy. I’ve also seen him bringing people into the fountain.”

I snapped back into reality just in time to process what he said.

“I’ve noticed that he always has this crystal on him and I suspect that’s the magic that lets him go through the fountain. The crystal will be displayed in a room that is off limits to everyone except my family and Mr. Moton. So what I’m—”

“So you want me to go there and steal the necklace?” I jumped.

“Maybe. We’ll have it figured out by then and—wait, there’s a waiter next to you.” he said

I looked around and saw no waiter. I turned back just to discover that Kylo had disappeared! What is wrong with this family?

I paid the bill and walked out of the cafe with a million thoughts in my mind. Suddenly, a strange man crashed into me, apologized, and shoved this weird device into my arms.

I turned the block on and it said

“This device along with the message will soon self-destruct in 10 seconds. Please accept the contract and read through it carefully. Good luck! 10, 9, 8,”

I quickly read all I could process. I clicked accept and threw it into the air as it exploded.

I couldn’t go to sleep that night. In two days, Kylo wanted me to be his plus one for the party, steal some magical key, see the crystal on display and steal it! Seems easy, right?

The night of the party I dressed up and got ready. As I was heading out to the teleportation tunnel, Kylo showed up with his car, which apparently is a transportation thing with some other creatures. He told me to get in and he’ll explain everything.

“Basically, I already hired another person to fake breaking into the estate to steal the crystal. I already have a copy of the key that I stole from my father and I want you to use it on the box containing the crystal. Then after the distraction and I finished our job, we’ll make a run for it and jump into the fountain with it.” he explained

“…and?” I asked.

“That’s really all I got up to. I don’t know what’s in that fountain so I can't plan anything beyond that.”

“Oh.” My face started drooping due to the wind from the open roof of the car.

Kylo looked at me and bursted out laughing

“You look ridiculous!” He cried as he almost swerved into a tree.

“C’mon you can’t be that immature!” I yelled.

As we pulled up into the estate, I felt my stomach tingling, and as if Kylo read my feelings, he asked

“You nervous? There’s nothing to be scared about.” he told me, which only gave me the slightest amount of reassurance.

We strutted into the estate and sat down at Kylo’s family table. I looked across to see Mirabella with one of her other friends, Iridessa.

They both looked flustered to see me. “Oh, Seraphina! I didn’t know you would be here. This is Iris!” Mirabella said in a fake happy tone that even a deaf person could point out.

I didn’t answer her and instead got ready to execute my plan with Kylo, since Mr. Moton gestured to all of us to come with him.
“Here, you’ll experience the most important part of the night. The fountain crystal!” Mr. Moton said in his snobby voice as he showcased a beautiful rainbow crystal.

“This crystal has been passed down for ages and ages and—” he went on. I didn’t bother to listen to him. I was more focused on a hooded man getting ready to break in.

“You see this crystal holds many—”

CRASH

The hooded man landed inside the room, looked around, and started running. Everyone panicked and rushed out of the room to chase the man.

In the chaos, I made my way up the staircase to the box that held the crystal. I pushed the key in and turned, but the box didn’t open. I tried pushing and pulling in all directions but nothing worked.

“Oh shoot, I forgot, there is a DNA scanner that must be used in order to—” Kylo said before he was interrupted by that same nasal voice.

“What are you two doing here? Trying to steal the crystal? Not on my—OUCH”

I saw Kylo throw himself across the room, attack Mr. Moton, and knock him out cold. I rushed to him to see if he was ok.

“We only have a few minutes before everyone, including security, shows up. You better hurry! Here, smear some of this!” He pointed to the gash of red on Mr. Moton’s face.

I cringed at the thought but did it anyway. I smeared some and ran back up the staircase to the crystal. I put the DNA on the scanner and the box opened.

“Quickly take it and run!” Kylo said as he ran out of the broken window.

I snatched the crystal and made a run for it, narrowly escaping security.

We ran through the starry night and were out of breath as we reached the glowing fountain. My feet were full of cuts after sprinting through Mr. Moton’s long loved rose garden. I looked at Kylo to see his face full of bruises and what looked like a broken nose.

Kylo looked at my concerned face and grumbled “It’s fine, I’ll drink some of my elixir’s and I’ll be better. Focus on the crystal.”

I shone the crystal at the moon and it illuminated the dark sky. It started ringing and beating uncontrollably. Kylo and I exchanged each other looks that meant

“We should jump in.”

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I was awakened by the icy air biting on my skin. I sat up to see Kylo staring at me.

“Um, were you watching me sleep?” I asked with a disgusted look on my face.

“No, I was just… waiting for you to wake up. But seriously, what happened to this place?” We both took a long second to stare at this dead winter wonderland that was not really a wonderland anymore. Everything was brown and covered in snow and ice. It looked like the whole world was run by the undead.

I threw myself at the old stone wall that looked like where we jumped out of. It didn’t budge. Kylo also helped me, throwing rocks and ice at it and kicking the wall with full force, but nothing moved.

We flopped down back onto the ground in exhaustion and let out I giant sigh. I closed my eyes to think about a way out until my thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched baby scream that seemed to come from…Kylo?

I turned to look at what he was screaming at and Whew that is one heck of a creature.

“Looks like you’re trying to get out of this place right? Well too bad. You can’t. That’s because of me. I’m a therapist, who’s also dead. In fact, everything here is dead. It has been since that Mr. Moron dude just threw me here to die. And you can’t escape unless I let you, which is not happening, so just welcome yourself here. Also call me Mr. Riley. And you are?” the little creature said.

“I’m Kylo and that’s Seraphina.” Kylo introduced.

“Please, there must be a way out! We must get back!” I cried. I thought about my family, the warmth of Elysium, oh how I finally missed the days of sunshine. I also thought about Meridith, but that girl ditched me for a more popular friend than me so I would say we’re not on speaking terms.

“Hmmm, there is one possibility. You have to defeat 4 monster bosses, give their most precious items to me, and it will open up the portal back to wherever you came from.” Mr. Riley told us.

The joy suddenly returned to me as I asked him “How can we start?”

“Well I’ll book you on a train to the medival city where you’ll have to figure everything out there. Anyway, just keep walking north and you’ll reach the train. Don’t be late! It’s already waiting for you! Goodbye!” and with that Mr. Riley disappeared into thin air.

“Wait! You have to explain! Ugh where did he go?” Kylo’s eyes started turning back and forth. “I can't see him, he must’ve teleported instead of going invisible.”

“I guess we just have to start walking.”

We trudged through the icy terrain in our now worn out shoes. I could feel the rocks and ice piercing through my shoes and reaching my skin. It felt like my foot was going to fall off. Kylo also looked uncomfortable but said nothing. We walked in silence for the next thirty minutes or so.

With every step I took I could feel my toes getting colder and more sore. After a few more minutes I felt like I was walking on pins and needles. I let out a soft moan of pain but kept walking. When my foot finally turned numb I yelped.

I started crying “I can’t take this weather anymore. My feet feel like they’re getting amputated and I’m too tired to walk anymore.”

Kylo didn’t say anything but he did start carrying me across the endless fields of snow.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, he was running for the train that was just closing its doors. The wind and snow felt like knives piercing the skin on our faces. I reached up to my face and felt that the tears I had shedded earlier had been frozen.

We made it just in time before the doors closed. And Kylo was out of breath when we sat down at our seats.
“I’m so sorry and thank you for your help. Really you didn’t have to. I mean you could’ve thrown me into the snow for me to rot like Mr. Riley did.

Kylo said nothing and just stared outside. I also stayed quiet for the sake of both our sanities.

“It’s the least I could do after what Mr. Moton did to us. Also, I’m sorry about Mirabell—” Kylo stopped as the trains lights started flashing, and then went dark. The emergency signs were flashing and sirens were blaring inside my ear drums.

“W-what’s happening Kylo?” I whimpered as I heard large footsteps down the carrier and the floor shaking.

“I’m just confused as you are–AHHHH!” We were met face to face by a Monster covered in ice and tree branches. Its teeth were long and triangular, reminding me of the fantasy creature that humans have called anglerfish.

The creature cocked its head at us before running full speed at us. We narrowly escaped its bite as we both climbed onto suitcase racks. It led out a shirl scream that pierced my ears as it swung sharp branches at us. One of the branches sliced part of my leg open. I screamed and it pushed its head at me, giving a perfect view of its eye. I tried to climb down with my injured leg, but the pain was just unbearable.

I tried crawling my way through the racks but I hit my head hard on a pole and the last thing I saw before blacking out was the monster smiling at me.

I was probably only out cold for a few minutes because next thing I knew after waking up was that Kylo had the monster restrained with bright beams of light.

“Seraphina! Please! Help me restrain him!” he said in a strained voice. I looked at the light and saw it was tearing apart as the monster’s black aura grew.

“Ok I got it!” I started concentrating hard on moving the emergency lights into light bonds.

“Ow! Kylo I don’t think I can do it. I hit my head hard and can concentrate or move any light!” The monster suddenly threw me onto the ground while snapping the light bonds Kylo attempted to restrain it in. Pieces of the broken light flew on to me and gave me a burn.

The monster started closing in on us and I was on the verge of tears. Again.

“Kylo, I'm so sorry. I’m so weak and I think this is like the fiftieth time I’ve cried so far. I just wanted to get back to Elysium and punch the living daylights out of Mr. Moton!” I said sobbing.
Just as I thought the monster would eat us, it started melting and producing liquid that seemed to be tears. It dragged it’s little feet to us and started crying it’s eyes out.

“I’m sorry too. I thought you were Mr. Moton’s friends but, no, you aren't. I was thinking that you would’ve taken away the last thing left of my child. A poppy.” He whimpered in a voice that reminded me of stitch.

“What happened to your kid?” I asked in a more composed voice.

“Poppy was my world. She ran around the streets of Elysium, picking up poppies and giving them to me, but one day, Mr. Moton brought us to the fountain and threw us in. Apparently because we were photokinetic or something. When we landed in the icy dead world, Poppy lost her spark and soon died from how cold it was. I always kept an image of her and the poppy she gave me inside this train.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss. She seemed like a bundle of joy!” I comforted him.

“You know what? I can’t move on if I keep holding on to her. Here is my most prized possession. Her poppy. Please take good care of it. Goodbye.” And with that, he faded away to the after life.

I sat there, tears streaming down my face. “He must’ve been so sad. I feel so sorry for him.”

“The train arrived in the medieval city. I think we should get their most prized possession.” Kylo informed me.

We stepped off the train to see a quiet city. Suspiciously quiet. We walked through the main square and threw alleys, trying to find someone who would even talk to us, but everybody was looking forward with perfect posture and poise, not smiling or interacting with anybody.

We tried knocking on every door, but every single time we tried, a robotic voice would say. “Please do not disturb us. Leave and have a nice day.”.

We banged on every house until a door opened and we fell through the opening. A girl quickly pulled me up and shoved Kylo and I into a closet.

She started to whisper “Be quiet or they’ll hear you. I will explain everything later.”. She then took a black cloth and cupped it over our mouths, and then everything turned black.

I felt my head turning sideways and I opened my eyes to see Kylo and the girl slapping my face in every possible direction.

“Ow! What is your problem?” I yelped. “Are you trying to make me pass out?”

The girl let out a slight chuckle, which I couldn’t tell if it was of mockery or laughter.

“The reason I took you here is because you need to break the crystal ball upstairs.” the girl said in a serious tone.

I gave Kylo a look and laughed a little. “Sounds familiar huh? So, simple. Go upstairs, get the crystal, and break it.”

The girl shook her head. “Nu-uh. You first have to let my parents pass. They’ve been holding on to this coding crystal since they died and came here. It literally rules the city. It encrypts specific codes into the citizen’s minds which prevents everyone from talking to each other and doing ‘bad’ things.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“I can speak because I’m part of the family. Anyway you have to—”

The wooden door burst open and the splinters flew everywhere.

“What do you think you’re doing girl!” a man’s voice boomed.

I crawled out of the closet and ran to the kitchen.

“AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?” The man started chasing after me, throwing chairs and the kitchen table at me.

I climbed onto the sink and took a cup and hurled it at the man's head. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces. They pierced the man’s head and he shrieked in horror. He then threw the pieces back and me and I passed out for a third time.

“Bubby! Bubby!” a child’s voice called out. A little boy ran up to hug a figure that I assumed to be his brother. “C’mon lets code again! I showed our crystal code at show and tell and the teacher said she was impressed!”

“Get off me. You’re not my brother.” the older brother snarled.

The boy whimpered and cried “What do you mean? We’ve coded together and played together? How am I not your brother? You said we would escape this cruel world together!” the boy started sobbing “You meant it didn’t you?”.

The brother’s eyes started turning red and black. The boy sobbed even louder as the brother took out a knife.
“NO!” I screamed.

I looked at Kylo and the girl who ignored me as they punched the daylights out of him.

‘“Please.” I sobbed. “He didn’t deserve this. Please stop.” I sniffle.

The man’s bloody eyes met mine. He shed a tiny tear but just nodded at me. His body started fading into yellow particles.

I climbed down and collapsed. “His brother was Mr. Moton. Mr. Moton killed him.” I wept.

Kylo looked at me with something different in his eyes. “We should go. Thank you for your help.”

We went back on the train exhausted.

“If I had a nickel for every time you passed out, I would have three. Which isn’t a lot but it’s funny cuz it happened three times already.”

I let out a slight chuckle at Kylo’s joke. But remained silent for the rest of the train ride.

When we stepped off we were met with a warm breeze through a botanical garden. Kylo looked hesitant to enter but he did when I led him.

“Only the truest and purest hearts can come through. If not, suffer the consequences.” I screamed as I saw a monster reciting the line off of a piece of paper.

“My apologies if I scared you. I was simply trying to make a scary poem that evil monsters read when someone enters their territory, but noo, I’m not an evil monster. Anyway, just pass. Have a nice day!”

Kylo and I stood there in confusion. No boss fight? Oh well.

We walked through the garden and reached the end. We stopped when we heard Mr. Riley’s voice.

“Haha, I’ve tricked those two. There is really no way back. And the prized possessions are fake. What a shame. They actually fell for it!” he laughed.

I felt my blood boiling. He actually lied to us?

I ran back to the train station, still in anger as the train met the entrance to this place.

Kylo shortly followed as I ran back to the walk. I slammed my body against it, hoping it would do something.

“Well, well, well, looks like you only got two out of four artifacts. Guess you can’t go home anyway!” Mr. Riley mocked.

“You. Are. A. Liar. A liar.” I screamed “I heard your conversation earlier that there is really no way back. How could you lie to us?”

Mr. Riley’s face softened into something more kind, and less deceiving. “I lied to you because I wanted you to help. You see, I didn’t have the heart to help Mr. Moton’s brother and the monster to the afterlife, but when I met you guys, I knew you could do it. There is no way back to Elysium because you guys are dead.”

“What? We are?”

“Yes, unfortunately, everybody who gets pushed into the fountain immediately dies. But lucky for you, with your prized possessions, I’ve turned them into a reviving potion.”He handed Kylo and I a vial of a shiny blue liquid.

“Drink.”

I pinched my nose. The potion tasted like blueberries and sugar. The flavor exploded in my mouth. It reminded me of the old days where I spent time in Mirabella’s blueberry garden, picking them as I ate.

“Finished? Well, it was nice meeting you. See you next time Mr. Moton throws you in.”

And with that, Kylo and I stepped through the wall into brightness, hand in hand.

“Good morning Seraphina!” Mirabella’s voice chirped.

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‘“Hey Earth! Its me gravity. Im taking a break goodbye!”

Gurtle was suddenly awoken by gravity speaking. He knw he was cooked. Last time this happened everything was a disater. He was floating, his owner was floating, and every one of this squishy toys were floating.

He though oh no. he had about 5 seconds until the zero gravity hit. 5 4 3 2 1 wheeeeeee. gurtle flew up into the air and hit the ceiling. Ouch that hurt. The ceiling hurt gurtle’s feelings. gurtle had to save gravity and tell it to come back or everyone is going to be hurt. Gurtle’s owner can into the room and gave gurtle’s supplies: carrots lettuce, his duck squishy, and his cape.

Gurtle’s owner let gurtle out of his terrarium and out of the door. gurtle suddenly started flying up and up. He used as much force to boost up his speed after gurtle’s owner through him into the air.

gurtle stopped flying mid air above some clouds. gurtle sat on those clouds. gurtle now had his new task: make mean gravity come back and return everything to normal. gurtle yelled with his voice. “Hey gravity it’s gurtle. You can’t take a break or you’re fired!” nothing happened he then transmitted the message through his feet into the earth. Then gravity got the message and got nervous. He couldn’t get fired. His next paycheck was coming soon. Gravity returned and every thing went back to normal. gurtle stepped off of the cloud and started falling. His magical hidden parachute saved him from falling.

gurtle floated down peacefully and beautifully landed into his owner’s arms. He was happy and his owner was happy. But however, on the way, he lost a carrot! gurtle couldn’t afford losing a carrot! It was his paycheck. gurtle sprinted through the fields to find his carrot and then he found is carrot. He returned to his owner. While gurtle was sleeping his owner frantically started searching for some paper. The owner thought in their mind: oh no! I lost the important paper. I can afford to lost the paper i’ll get
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Daily 6 || 457 words

Takes place at NYC

Artemis: turns on her earpiece and says panting “code 10-80, just turning on Broadway street”

Head of foreign pizza trade department: running as fast as he can. Almost trips over a rock and pants in the rain. Keeps looking back at Artemis to see where she is. Turn to broadway street and enter a grocery store.

Artemis: looks up at the sky to see rain starting to pour. Looks back at the criminal to see him gone. Whispers “Oh no, I can’t lose him now.” turns back on the ear piece and says “Code 10-65 I repeat code 10-65”. Dashes into the same grocery store to catch her breath and give more information to her boss. Turns his head to see a familiar figure.

Head of foreign pizza trade department: notices artemis and turns to the frozen pizza aisle. Start walking faster.

Artemis: squints her eyes and moves slowly through a short cut of the aisles. Creeps into the same aisle as the head of foreign pizza trade department. Whispers into earpiece “code 10-19”.

Head of foreign pizza trade department: hears her voice and slowly walks away.

Artemis: notices him and suddenly tackles him down with full force and pinning him onto the ground. She screams “CODE 3! CODE 10-78!” grunts as she struggles to pin the criminal down.

After a quick while police and other people arrive. Scene cuts to the police dragging the head of foreign pizza trade department out of the grocery store with his hands cuffed. They throw him into the back of the police cars.

Scene cuts to inside Artemis’s boss's office.

Artemis’s boss: says in disappointment "Artemis, you can't keep losing criminals, it’s too dangerous. We have to get spies who are physically trained with strength, agility, and stamina. Start training tomorrow or be gone.” finish the sentence in a sharp tone while slamming hand down on the table really hard that shakes the paintings on the walls and makes coffee cup fall and shatter.

Artemis: in a nervous yet sharp voice “I understand sir and I will start training today.”

Artemis’s boss: with a stern look says “You better. Now you’re excused from this room.”

Cut scene to Artemis’s one room apartment with her sick mother on the bed.

Artemis: With tears in her eyes, says “I’m so sorry mom. I couldn’t get the promotion. I got in trouble and could catch the criminal fast enough. I’m so sorry.”

Mother: “Artemis it’s fine. After all I did get sick for a reason, and it is my time to come. Do not fear, my spirit will always be with you. For now, work as hard as you can so your future will be more solid than mine.

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Gurtle suddenly found himself floating up into the ceiling. Ouch. His shell hit the top of the room. The ceiling cracked a little bit.

Oh no, gurtle thought, gravity took a break again. Didn’t I make it clear on the job application that there were no breaks allowed? Sigh, someone is getting fired today.

Gurtle called for his owner who was also floating through the house. His owner used the walls and cabinets to nagivited themself to gurtle.

Gurtle nodded at her and then gurtle’s owner threw him back up into the air. Gurtle flew and flew and flew and flew and flew and flew and flew and flew and flew up into the air. Gutle sat down on the cloudy cloud that was very dark and cloudy because it was a cloud and clouds are supposed to be cloudy.

Gurtle sat on the cloudy cloud and thought it was very soft. That was because clouds are supposed to be soft. It was very very very very soft cloud.

Gurtle was happy that he was on the floud but then he knew what he had to do next. He called to gravity.

Hey gravity! On the job application it specifically said NO BREAKS! Anyway your paycheck is tomorrow so it would be a shame if you got fired.

Gravity yelled. Oh no! I can’t afford getting fired! My paycheck is tomorrow! Oh no oh no oh no. Gravity then turned gravity on again and gurtle released his parachute he flew and flew down until his owner cau


Daily 9|| PenpalSWC || 664 words
Ayyy Lazuli you’re my penpal! And I’m your penpal! And we are each other's penpal! Yayy!! Ok so we are SO gonna rant about kpop but first, intros.

If you haven’t noticed yet, my name is Hannah, but on other platforms they usually call me ea (long story don’t ask). Anyway, since I don’t live under a rock, I know your name is Lazuli! <333

Anyway, I am a multistan and I’m not ashamed of it. I’m a COER, Dive, Glitt, Fearnot, and Blink. I’m also a part time Eyekon, but, um, sorry baby stans, Katseye isn’t kpop. Even though they WERE produced with that potato trash can person called HYBE.

I was a former bunny, but I don’t know why I stopped stanning them. #bring dannielle back #bring heesung back #bring manon back #bring everyone back TT.

My favorite song from Cortis might be either acai or JoyRide. I’m a baby IVE stan so I just like Blackhole, Eleven, and After Like. For Illit it’s do the dance, bamsopoong, and love, older you. For Le Sserafim I like easy, antifragile, and 1-800 hot n’ fun. Oh yea and #bring garam back. I like the girls by blackpink and touch by katseye.

I’ve always had that deep down dream of becoming a kpop idol. I might audition when I’m 18. I’m a self trained dancer and self trained (with youtube’s help) singer. I’ve always wanted to work with either jypapi or the potato hybe. JYPAPI PLEASE TAKE ME INNNNN. I don’t want to work with SM because I don’t know why and I don’t want to work with YG because he’s getting a lil creepy with Baemon’s ahyeon, chiquita, and whatever. HE’S GETTING CREEPY WITH EVERYBODY. LIKE THEY JUST TURNED INTO AN ADULT!!!

Besides kpop I’m also part of a lot of other fandoms like KOTLC, ATLA, and some others I forgot. I also LOVE Dandadan. Like please watch it. It’s like the absolute best anime. It’s like rom-com and alien themed anime/manga. Also the people in the anime are like fine af.

I also love computer science, even though I’m bad at coding. I am going to a coding camp this summer.

Btw I’m between the ages 12-16 and I’m a girl and I’m chinese and my pronouns are she/her.

I play lots of sports like soccer, swimming, tennis, and I used to dance. I did quit soccer and swimming last year. I really focus on tennis and am pretty good at it. Don’t ask for my UTR cuz I have no idea what it is and how to check. Also if you ask me that it’s giving like woah, stalker. I do live near the city in New York and I go to a private school.

My parents force me to be a math genius. When I grow up I want to be either a kpop idol (not happening) or go to Yale and Yale medical school and become neurosurgeon or neurologist or anesthetist. I have lots of camp this week. I have at least 4 days of tennis camp full day every single week and I have a coding camp and a science camp and biology camp and that’s all I know. Unless my parents signed me up for something else.

For the summer I’m also going on a road trip with my parents to Iceland. During spring break I went to Aruba and during winter break I went to Okemo for skiing. I love skiing and can do a double black. However I’m not that type of kid who keeps bragging about their non-existent skiing skills. Even though I did do a double black without flying into the sky and becoming a bird, I did scream my head off and almost fall. Never going on one again. I also flipped over like 79872350 times after tripping on a mogul and losing control. Yay

Thank you for listening to my rant about my life. Bye penpal Lazuli!

Love,
ea

Daily 10 || 722 words

Waking up to birds chirping outside your window and the dawn sky peeking through your open window usually would be pleasant, however not for me.

Dragging myself out of my dirty cot is the second hardest thing after realizing that I have to cook for my step-family.

I threw on my tight, ripped, and ash-covered clothes. It still reeked of burning wood from the past week. I didn’t have the chance to wash it because my step-mother didn’t let me mix my “disgrace” into the wash.

I peered outside my window, staring at the sky, wishing that my mother would be looking down at me, calling at me, helping me escape this life. I drew in a big wisp of fresh air, ready to start another day of torture.

I creeped downstairs, trying to avoid noise and my step mother’s beating. I walked outside to my safe space, with the animals. They started bawking and cocking their heads at me. I let out a small chuckle and threw out seed for them to feast on while I gathered eggs.

I picked up each egg, feeling the smoothness of the shell and gingerly plopping it into my basket. I hurried inside before the family would wake up and demand my service.

I cooked each egg differently for everyone’s liking, made oatmeal, and brewed coffee.

“Cinderella! Bring me breakfast!” I heard three people snap at me with their bells screaming inside my ears. I walked upstairs with each of their breakfasts, serving Lady Tremaine first.

I opened the door to meet a giant frown looking back at me.

“Couldn’t be any slower could you? And next time maybe try knocking?” she complained.

I kept repeating “Yes m’mam” as she went on about the egg temperature, coffee sweetness, and other trivial details that no one would even notice.

“Next time you slip up I won’t be afraid to take the fireplace poker out.” She snapped. I turned my head to the blazing fire and the thought of being burned over and over again sent my mind into spirals.

I quietly exited the room, narrowly escaping Lucifer’s scratches and hisses, and closed the door.

Next up was Drizella, the meanest sister. I could already hear her annoying voice while she complained. I knocked on the door just to hear her yell “Why knock when you could come in! Don’t scare me like that!”. I sighed hard after thinking about my interaction with Lady Tremaine.
I entered and served her coffee, scrambled eggs, and oatmeal. She took a long look at her oatmeal.

“Is all fine Lady Drizella?” I asked.

Drizella hurled the bowl of oatmeal at my face leaving ming dripping with oatmeal and a broken bowl with pieces scattered all around the wooden floorboards.

“Why is there no honey or fruit in my oatmeal! GET OUT AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP!” I repeatedly apologized to her and cleaned myself and the floor up.

“Next time you do this I’m telling mother! She’s going to get the poker and use it on you!” she screamed at me. As much as I wanted to punch her, I didn’t want to be punished again. I grazed my finger along the red scar on my thigh, where she last burned me. I walked out of the room after wishing her a good day.

The next room was Anastasia, the nice sister. She was the only person who treated me more of a sister than a slave. I pushed the door open to see her sitting on her bed smiling softly at me.

“Good morning Ella. I’m sorry about my mother and sister. They sure are morons.” Anastasia greeted me.

I flinched as she called me by my real name. The last time someone has ever called me Ella was right before my mother died when I was young. I didn’t get to see much of my father because he had to travel to a far away land for work. While working, he had died from the pox, leaving me with my cruel step-mother.

“I promise I will try to get you out of this life.” Anastasia whispered.

THe door slammed open and revealed Lady Tremaine with her fireplace poker.

“How dare you treat Cinderella like that. She doesn’t deserve to be a real human being!” Lady Tremaine’s voice boomed.

Critiquitaire || 821 words

I really loved your hook at the beginning of the first paragraph. It really caught my attention and I would get other readers to snap right into the story.

For your second paragraph the tears thing was honestly beautiful and I love how you came up with using the word “glazed”.

In your third paragraph, there is a small paragraph formatting problem where you didn’t change the paragraph when the second character started speaking. The paragraphing confused me a little when I thought the mom was still speaking.

In your fourth paragraph it starts to set up the emotion, but I feel like the first two sentences could be connected with a comma right before the but. The “What about our happy ending.” could have been separated in another paragraph. I also think it would’ve worked out smoother if you said “What about our happy ending? The happy ending where ?” It would also work better if you added the plan hatching part inside the quote.

The leap of faith is a great way to describe the mother jumping off, and I’m assuming that “monsters below” was literal and set up a Dystopian story. If not, then I assume that it was a great analogy for death.

Flashback final feedback:
Fix minor paragraphing problems
Move or add dialogue to make transitions between scene and thoughts more smooth.
Your analogies, descriptions, emotion, and word choice are all beautiful. For example, the monster analogy is my favorite.
I love how you used italics in the flashback part

In your first paragraph after the flashback, I think using the word “disappear” might be an inaccurate word choice. We are talking about death, instead of leaving. Though for Lin it could be a leaving or betrayal feeling, disappear isn’t the right word for it. If my assumption about being eaten by monsters is correct, then it wouldn’t be disappear. If you still persist in using "disappear”, I wouldn’t say “Disappear like she had.”. I would instead say “No one has ever seen anyone disappear like that. No one has ever seen someone disappear like her.”

The three repetitions for the happy ending were very poetic and great. I loved it.

“Socialising.” I’m assuming you’re British (no offense intended).

“Sighed heavily” those two words together don’t really flow well with the current aesthetic and poetic theme of the story. Maybe find an alternative to describe sighing heavily. I could see your vision for the next sentence but to make the entire paragraph a little better you could try “I threw myself onto the comforts of my bed and sighed. Maybe a little too heavily. Well, at least for a fifteen-year-old.” You can tweak that a little to your liking. Also, in writing, for numbers up to one hundred, try writing word form so instead of “15-year-old” try “Fifteen year old”.

“In need of support.” Is great, but again, it’s not that fitting. You could instead say “Staring at the ceiling, in need of support.” which would make the feeling better.

The idea for a letter is beautiful and so are the contents of it. You really brought out the possible emotional toll for Lin and her mother because of possible parenting issues.

The next paragraph *chef’s kiss*. Absolutely perfect. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s just so great and beautiful (I've used the word beautiful so much that I probably need someone to critique this critique TT). The types of tears and the emotionless tears. Just wow. And I love how you also described the emotionless tears as just the tears, and nothing else. No complicated love story, no complicated emotion, no nothing. It's just simple and it’s perfect.

“After an unknown amount of time of endless sobbing” the two offs throw the reader off a little bit and it took a few rereads to understand what it’s saying. It’s honestly good and doesn’t need change but you could delete the “of time” so it’s just an amount of sobbing.

The next paragraph is nice, still going with the poeticness. I do think though that you could delete redundant ones and just stick to three because three is just like that number. I do imagine you putting down words like these that really stick to you and bring out emotion. Also, I think the paragraph is somewhat following this thing of order, so like grief first, then sadness, which is really nice and I like.

The last few paragraphs are beautiful and set up something like “Yay! You’ve fought a war and you won it!” but you don’t feel victory because there is something deep down that doesn’t settle with you right.

Final comments
Paragraphing issues
Avoid redundancy
I love your emotion and poetic writing skill.
Repetition (with some change) is great

Overall this is a very good piece, you brought out several beautiful analogies and keep up the good work! </3
Daily 12 || 302 words

Hello, bonjour, salutations, ciao, however you say it across all the countries in the world, it matters to me. I’m Hannah or ea for short. I’m a high/middle school student and reside peacefully (sort of?) fully in the suburbs or the EST, EDT timezone. You can usually find me writing on google docs, designing something on Canva, cooking in my kitchen, or laying in my bed thinking about how procrastination>swc *ahem* Who said that? The wind is so strong today.
Anyway, ignoring that, my hobbies are all scattered across the board from culture interest, to computer science, to writing and everything in between. At this age of youth, it’s still a big step to find something to stick to, but one of my biggest passions is procrastination. Wait what? Sorry I meant computer science.

Even though I’m not what you would call a computer science geek, I still love and enjoy the way computers work. It’s not like I’m that good at coding, but for me, curiosity is a big first step of your journey to becoming who you really are. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to be a marine biologist. Well that evolved to engineer, professional coder, and to my current dream: a neurosergeon. Everything has been scattered through my spider web of curiosities but STEM is more of what I lean to.

Now, some things I can rant on and on for hours. Kpop.

I really love kpop, especially 4th and 5th gen groups like Illit, Le Serafim and Ive. My biases are Yunah, Euncahe, and Rei. I love how all of them and I share the same goofiness in our personalities. I’m not really involved in many video games with storylines, but I do want to try out genshin impact and honkai star rail.
Hello, bonjour, salutations, ciao, however you say it across all the countries in the world, it matters to me. I’m Hannah or ea for short. I’m a high/middle school student and reside peacefully (sort of?) fully in the suburbs or the EST, EDT timezone. You can usually find me writing on google docs, designing something on Canva, cooking in my kitchen, or laying in my bed thinking about how procrastination>swc *ahem* Who said that? The wind is so strong today.
Anyway, ignoring that, my hobbies are all scattered across the board from culture interest, to computer science, to writing and everything in between. At this age of youth, it’s still a big step to find something to stick to, but one of my biggest passions is procrastination. Wait what? Sorry I meant computer science.

Even though I’m not what you would call a computer science geek, I still love and enjoy the way computers work. It’s not like I’m that good at coding, but for me, curiosity is a big first step of your journey to becoming who you really are. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to be a marine biologist. Well that evolved to engineer, professional coder, and to my current dream: a neurosergeon. Everything has been scattered through my spider web of curiosities but STEM is more of what I lean to.

Now, some things I can rant on and on for hours. Kpop.

I really love kpop, especially 4th and 5th gen groups like Illit, Le Serafim and Ive. My biases are Yunah, Euncahe, and Rei. I love how all of them and I share the same goofiness in our personalities. I’m not really involved in many video games with storylines, but I do want to try out genshin impact and honkai star rail.


Weekly 2 || 1011 words || 2500 points


Journal
Today I woke up to see my parents not there. They must’ve gone shopping. I had a very weird dream last night. Basically my entire family was eating 217983 Big Macs from McDonalds and we were very full. Then, my parents started cleaning the house like it was some sport or whatever. My dad told me to take out a plate and put a Big Mac on it and then take another plate and put a Double Cheeseburger. I did what he said but I was very confused. Then I was informed that we had invited Haaland and Bellingham for dinner. I told them they wouldn’t come if we told them we had McDonalds but they didn’t care. I actually turned out to be right and they never came.

I am very happy today because it marks the last real day until vacation! I already finished all my math which checks off the goal for me, and I only have a tennis matchplay to play and that will be the last hard thing for me to do! I haven’t really started packing because I am a lazy butt and prefer scrolling on Youtube shorts. On Tuesday, my grandma promised to take my sister and I to this really good sushi place. I don’t like sushi but my sister and grandma do so I will just order a ramen. My sister wanted to go mostly because they are doing a collaboration with her favorite video game and we might get some prizes for the video games.

I also want to eat ice cream. My mom bought these really fancy sorbets where they put it in the shell of the fruit that I came from and it is really, really, really, good. My mom’s also hosting an ice cream social at her workplace so she’ll save the leftover ice cream for us! I’m so happy for that because I’m a big back if you couldn’t tell.

Anyway, post cabin wars. Cabin wars was really fun and it was probably my favorite cabin wars. I sent a lot of wars and might even get on the podium. The only reason why I’m not going to be first is because chocolate keeps beating me to it by 0.006 seconds and I’m really mad. I did sleep and write a lot and I basically soloed a 4.5k war from chocolate, but April and a few others still helped with the war. The first cabin wars I’ve ever participated in was my first session and I didn’t really know what was going on. I would send wars that were like “Write 15000 words in the next 2 hours to lose all your points!” and the cabin’s shield would also be up when I sent my wars. I probably got the most “invalid war </3”s out of all of my cabin wars.

I’m really nervous about my matchplay because I need my rating to go up and I’m always scared of losing. Ok bye!

Reflection

These past few days I think I definitely organized myself better. I started time blocking for math, I organized a schedule for everyday, and I took longer and steamier showers that were very soothing. I also wrote in my journal more and talked about my day. It really lowered my stress levels by a LANDSLIDE. Until cabin wars showed up. Cabin wars were fine, but it really ruined my schedule for math and tennis.

My highest point in the year so far is probably when my Semester report came out. I got straight A’s and I was really happy. My family was proud of me and I was proud of myself. I didn’t get as good grades as my sister who got almost straight A pluses, but her school is more loose on grading.

My lowest moments were when I lied about doing math but instead watching youtube shorts. I apparently am addicted to youtube shorts (according to my parents) and I just never stop. One time I spent 10 hours watching Youtube Shorts and sometimes I would pull an all nighter just scrolling through it. My family is still surprised that I can still see clearly and have 20/20 vision unlike my sister who needs OK lenses.

My favorite moments in this year so far might be the moments I spent with my family vacationing at Aruba. I had a really fun time playing at the beach with my sister and my dad. My sister and I tried our best to build a sand castle, but every time the wave came, it would just crumble up our castle. We even tried moving a lot up the wave that seemed to follow the sand castle we were making and it would just wash it away. I also enjoyed snorkeling. My family didn’t get to see turtles but we did see tons of colorful fish. It really was an adventure! We also had a lot of fun eating at Aruba (yes big back behavior again). We went to this really good restaurant that had a special where you could get as many BBQ ribs as you could eat. I got a seafood pasta that was great and I ate a little bit of meat. It was all very good, however, the seafood was probably too salty and made my blood pressure go up and up.

I have probably been more responsible since January and watch less Youtube shorts. I also started watching more study vlogs to study how other people study and get good grades. I started organizing my notes and notebooks better and improved my grades.

Also, one time I had a tennis tournament where I was really close to getting into the finals. It was a round robin tournament and me and this other girl tied. They chose the other girl for I don’t know what reason and eliminated me. I was sad and mad but I worked harder and I won against her another time 6-0 6-1. I’ve definitely worked harder since January and became a better person.

July 1 - 1067 words - 500 points
Dear Future Toko,
I don't know how far away you are while you're reading this. Maybe it's only a few months from now, and you still remember everything I'm about to tell you. Maybe it's years later, and this version of us has become someone you only recognize in fragments. (Though as a Polar Bear, I do actually know when you’ll be reading this). Either way, I wanted to leave you a little time capsule—not of the biggest accomplishments or the moments everyone remembers, but of the quieter things. The ones that make up an ordinary day. The things I hope you never entirely lose.

Right now, my hair is bright purple with blue streaks. It feels impossible not to mention that first. Every time I catch my reflection, I grin a little because I still can't believe I actually did it. I hope you're still the kind of person who occasionally decides life could use a little more color.

I'm writing this for SWC, where I somehow always end up introducing myself with way too many words (Because well, who wouldn’t take part in the incredible 1k intro?!). I suppose that's fitting. If there's one thing you should remember about me, it's that I've never been particularly good at making things shorter than they need to be. Parentheses are still everywhere. I still type too quickly. I still ramble because every thought seems to lead to three more. And honestly? I hope you still do.

Lately, I've fallen completely into historical fiction, especially stories set during World War II. There's something about them that feels impossibly human—how ordinary people keep choosing kindness, hope, and courage when the world seems determined to make those choices impossible. I don't think I'm reading them because I like history alone. I think I'm reading them because they remind me that even in the darkest times, people still found ways to love each other.

Right now, my favorite books are The Lilac People, Babel, and Deaf Republic. I don't know if they're still your favorites. Maybe they've been replaced a dozen times over. But I hope you remember how these books made you feel: the quiet after closing the final page, the impulse to reread a paragraph because someone had somehow found exactly the right words. I hope you never stop chasing that feeling.

Writing is still the center of everything. I'm almost finished editing my novel, which feels surreal to even type. I've spent so long living beside these characters that I can't quite imagine what it'll be like to let them go. At the same time, I've already wandered into something new—the Koah/Finn multiverse has become a place I keep returning to, full of possibilities that refuse to stay quiet. Maybe by the time you're reading this, those stories exist somewhere outside my notebooks and g00gle docs. Maybe they don't. I hope that isn't what matters most. I hope you kept writing because you loved discovering people who didn't exist until you sat down with a blank page.

Music continues to soundtrack almost every moment of my life. Lord Huron and Lucy Dacus currently occupy the majority of my playlists. “Star Tripping” and “Riptide” have been on repeat for days, and I'm slowly teaching myself to play “Riptide” on the guitar. Progress is…slow. But it exists. I hope you've learned more songs. Or maybe you've written one. Either would make me smile. I'm also completely obsessed with The Outsiders musical, and I'm counting down the days until September, when I'll finally get to see it live. If you've already gone, I hope it was everything I imagined. I hope the lights dimmed and you forgot about the world for a couple of hours.

Summer means theatre is quiet right now, but my kitchen certainly isn't. Yesterday I baked blueberry scones with M that somehow turned out incredibly well, and I've recently become determined to discover as many ways to cook eggplant as possible. This may or may not become a lifelong mission. I've also been making jewelry again. There are loose beads scattered across my desk like tiny constellations, tangled between notebooks and flower-shaped pens that make me disproportionately happy.

Some people measure their lives by milestones. I think I measure mine by little things. The smell of orange spice tea. Fresh bread cooling on the counter. A song that suddenly explains something I couldn't. The feeling of finishing a really good chapter. The exact shade of evening light through my bedroom window.

Yesterday, I reconnected with a bunch of friends, and I don't think I realized how much I'd missed simply talking to people. I think that's one of the things I'm most excited for this session: conversations I haven't had yet. People I haven't met yet. Stories that haven't been written yet. I wonder if you remember what it felt like to stand at the beginning of something. Everything still feels possible from here. Maybe that's why I'm writing this. Not because I expect every dream to come true exactly as I've imagined it, but because I hope you've kept saying yes to the world. I hope you've continued choosing curiosity over certainty. I hope you've kept noticing small kindnesses. I hope you've taken action instead of waiting for someone else to. I hope you've spoken when silence would've been easier, created when it would've been simpler not to, and loved people loudly enough that they never had to wonder.
I hope you've kept becoming.

And if some of these things have changed, that's okay too. I don't expect you to still love the same songs or read the same books or keep your hair purple forever. I just hope you've remained someone who finds joy in learning, in making things with your hands, in paying attention.

If you've forgotten any of this—if you've forgotten your favorite song, or the book currently waiting on your nightstand, or how you always interrupt yourself with parentheses (though the three in this letter might be a record for the smallest amount), or the way you accidentally stay up far too late because one more chapter somehow became three—then maybe that's why I wrote this. Not so you remember every detail. Just so you remember the kind of person you were while becoming whoever you are now.

With love,
Toko

P.S. I really hope you've finally figured out macarons.

7/1 - 316 words
“Do you wonder who’s looking back?”

Hi future Wil! I have no idea when you’re reading this, or, really where you’ll be reading this. The future is rather uncertain right now. At this time in our life it’s July 1st, 2026 and I’ve just gotten back from work (I work at the zoo, where do you work now? Do you work?). I’m sitting in my room with the AC on because it’s a ✨ record heatwave ✨. The AC is quite loud, I don’t like loud noises. I presume that hasn’t changed. I hope you did everything you needed to over the summer (it’s a lot, I know, but I have some faith in us). I have to be vague in this because other people will see it and I don’t want to give away my age, but I hope your future is clearer than it is now, even just a little. Right now Critical Role is on episode 31 (the end of the first arc/convergence) and it’s on a 2 month break, I think. Where is it now? Are we still watching it? I hope we are, as it’s fairly obvious that it occupies so much of my brain space that it’s wormed its way into my first daily. Speaking of dailies, I want to try to do all of them this session! I don’t think I will but maybe you’ll surprise me! I’m not too fond of surprises but I think that would be a good one :]. It’s hard to fulfill the word requirements, I’m always really under or really over. This, I assume, also hasn’t changed. I hope that life is treating you well and I hope it’s gotten better, even though it’s pretty nice now. Oh! Also, have you decided what to be for Halloween yet? It’s been on my mind forever and I hope you made a decision that made us happy.
Yours truly, past Wil