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- tsukiverse
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New Scratcher
6 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
dear future me,
i’m writing this at the very start of swc, which already feels a little chaotic (in the best way possible). i’ve just joined the (ACE ATTORNEY!!) mystery cabin, i’m still figuring out where everything is, and i already know i’m going to click the wrong links at least ten times before the session properly settles in. if you’re reading this later in the month, i hope you’ve stopped getting lost every five seconds. if not… well. at least we stayed consistent.
right now, i’m feeling mostly excited. this is my (our?) first swc session, and it already feels like stepping into something much bigger than myself. there are so many amazing people to meet and so many things to write, and i can’t wait to do, well, everything! (to the best of our ability, anyway)
i hope by the time you read this, you’ve managed to actually stick to your goals. i know how easy it is for us to start things with a lot of energy and then slowly drift away when something new catches your attention. so i hope you’ve learned a bit more patience with your own ideas. even finishing one story would be enough to count this session as a success.
i also hope you’ve met people. not just talked to them once and disappeared, but actually stayed in conversation long enough to feel less like a stranger in a big cabin full of names. it would be nice if some of those conversations turned into something you looked forward to logging in for.
outside of swc, a lot is happening in real life too. you’re in the middle of a move across countries, which still doesn’t feel entirely real as you’re writing this. i hope you handled it okay. i hope you didn’t let stress completely take over your writing. and if you did struggle, i hope you were at least kind to yourself about it.
most importantly, i hope you wrote things you’re proud of. not necessarily perfect or impressive things. just things that felt honest. things that reminded you why you started writing in the first place.
and if nothing else worked out exactly the way you wanted, i hope you still showed up. that feels like enough for now.
see you on the other side,
xoxo, past ts(you)ki
(hahahhsahsha see what i did there i’m so funny right… i hope you’re better at puns than me
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i’m writing this at the very start of swc, which already feels a little chaotic (in the best way possible). i’ve just joined the (ACE ATTORNEY!!) mystery cabin, i’m still figuring out where everything is, and i already know i’m going to click the wrong links at least ten times before the session properly settles in. if you’re reading this later in the month, i hope you’ve stopped getting lost every five seconds. if not… well. at least we stayed consistent.
right now, i’m feeling mostly excited. this is my (our?) first swc session, and it already feels like stepping into something much bigger than myself. there are so many amazing people to meet and so many things to write, and i can’t wait to do, well, everything! (to the best of our ability, anyway)
i hope by the time you read this, you’ve managed to actually stick to your goals. i know how easy it is for us to start things with a lot of energy and then slowly drift away when something new catches your attention. so i hope you’ve learned a bit more patience with your own ideas. even finishing one story would be enough to count this session as a success.
i also hope you’ve met people. not just talked to them once and disappeared, but actually stayed in conversation long enough to feel less like a stranger in a big cabin full of names. it would be nice if some of those conversations turned into something you looked forward to logging in for.
outside of swc, a lot is happening in real life too. you’re in the middle of a move across countries, which still doesn’t feel entirely real as you’re writing this. i hope you handled it okay. i hope you didn’t let stress completely take over your writing. and if you did struggle, i hope you were at least kind to yourself about it.
most importantly, i hope you wrote things you’re proud of. not necessarily perfect or impressive things. just things that felt honest. things that reminded you why you started writing in the first place.
and if nothing else worked out exactly the way you wanted, i hope you still showed up. that feels like enough for now.
see you on the other side,
xoxo, past ts(you)ki
(hahahhsahsha see what i did there i’m so funny right… i hope you’re better at puns than me
)- Alphapaw_
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Scratcher
2 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
1/7/2026
Dear Future Me,
I hope you're doing good! Still living, I hope. Is the 67 trend finally over? (XD) I also can't even imagine what kind of technology you have now. Maybe phones are holograms, AI does all the boring jobs, or maybe flying cars actually exist this time. Whatever it's like, I hope you still remember what life was like back in 2026.
I hope there are no wars, everyone is safe, and people are financially secure. I know the world isn't perfect, but hopefully it's become a kinder place. I also hope you're still practicing hard at everything you care about and that you've stayed happy, healthy, and strong. (I know this is super cheesy, but I didn't have much time to write this!)
Right now, life is pretty busy. Music takes up a huge part of my life, and sometimes it feels like I'm practicing forever. I really hope all that hard work paid off. Did you keep playing? Did you become a professional musician, or did life take you somewhere completely different? Whatever happened, I hope you found something that makes you excited to wake up every morning.
I also hope you still remember your childhood dog (Chewie!) and all the funny memories you made together. Hopefully you still smile whenever you think about those moments. And hopefully you have more pets now
I wonder if you still play tennis or if you've found a completely different hobby. I also wonder if you ever met someone really special or if you're still making new friends and enjoying life. Looking back now, some of the things that seemed so important probably make you laugh.
Have you travelled anywhere amazing? Have you achieved goals that seem impossible to me right now? I hope you've stayed curious, kept learning new things, and never lost your sense of wonder, even when life became busy.
Most importantly, I hope you didn't give up when life got difficult. I know things can feel overwhelming sometimes, but I hope you kept working hard, stayed kind, and remembered that progress isn't always fast…it just has to keep moving, sadly lol.
If things haven't turned out exactly how you imagined, that's okay too. Life rarely goes perfectly. I just hope you're happy, proud of how far you've come, and grateful for all the little moments that got you there.
From your younger self,
- taylorsversion--
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
01.07.26 ★ letter to future self
365/300 words
dear future elly,
i hope things are going well! i honestly don’t know when you’ll - i’ll - end up reading this, if i actually do, but whether that be in a few months or in a couple of years, i hope that the time that’s passed since me writing this and you reading this has been (mainly) good! (100% good is probably a tad bit optimistic.) i wonder how the high school musical went? have you passed any important milestones since? has any (more) new music been announced? how was the summer of 2026? summer holidays haven’t quite started for me yet, as i’m writing this, but i really hope this session went well? and i had a lovely whimsical productive summer? yeah, sorry, i know i’m asking a LOT of questions. they might be too specific for you to remember… oops.
another thing i know about you/me/us is that we sometimes feel sorry for our past selves, for whenever they felt sad or upset. i just wanted to let you know that although THIS version, me right now, feels sad at times (like a normal human being), i feel happy in general!! yeah, i know that some things could be better, but i’m doing well enough, so don’t you dwell on the past!… hopefully that’s not a habit you still have. (hmm you probably do though lol)
the reason why i’m submitting this daily so late (okay, not really the MAIN reason, but a domino-effect sort of reason) is because i was watching england’s match today for the world cup (which then set my schedule back… you know how i am) and WELL. it was VERY nervewracking, but at least they’re into the round of 16 now. i hope england ended up doing well? do you still remember the match i’m talking about, even?
ANYWAY. seems like my word count has reached 300 already!! and yes i know i could (and probably should) go above and beyond but i also value my sleep schedule (though it doesn’t seem like it) so… goodnight, goodbye, and good luck for anything stressful that’s in your life right now! (which is hopefully nothing)
sending love,
elly
365/300 words
dear future elly,
i hope things are going well! i honestly don’t know when you’ll - i’ll - end up reading this, if i actually do, but whether that be in a few months or in a couple of years, i hope that the time that’s passed since me writing this and you reading this has been (mainly) good! (100% good is probably a tad bit optimistic.) i wonder how the high school musical went? have you passed any important milestones since? has any (more) new music been announced? how was the summer of 2026? summer holidays haven’t quite started for me yet, as i’m writing this, but i really hope this session went well? and i had a lovely whimsical productive summer? yeah, sorry, i know i’m asking a LOT of questions. they might be too specific for you to remember… oops.
another thing i know about you/me/us is that we sometimes feel sorry for our past selves, for whenever they felt sad or upset. i just wanted to let you know that although THIS version, me right now, feels sad at times (like a normal human being), i feel happy in general!! yeah, i know that some things could be better, but i’m doing well enough, so don’t you dwell on the past!… hopefully that’s not a habit you still have. (hmm you probably do though lol)
the reason why i’m submitting this daily so late (okay, not really the MAIN reason, but a domino-effect sort of reason) is because i was watching england’s match today for the world cup (which then set my schedule back… you know how i am) and WELL. it was VERY nervewracking, but at least they’re into the round of 16 now. i hope england ended up doing well? do you still remember the match i’m talking about, even?
ANYWAY. seems like my word count has reached 300 already!! and yes i know i could (and probably should) go above and beyond but i also value my sleep schedule (though it doesn’t seem like it) so… goodnight, goodbye, and good luck for anything stressful that’s in your life right now! (which is hopefully nothing)
sending love,
elly
Last edited by taylorsversion-- (July 1, 2026 22:42:44)
- LovegoodLady
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
2k intro! I had so much fun with this lol
hello hello hello hello hello! howdy! saltytations! bonjour! hi! greetings!you loved that didn't you?
i'm lune, aka ‘the existence of me is nigh’.
i'm feeling sleep deprived, in case you couldn't tell. nothing about this intro is going to make sense. I kind of wanted to do a cool story one but UNFORTUNATELY… I don't have the time for the time that.
FORTUNATELY, this is also fun.
ehehehehehehehehe
okay yeah this is getting a little nuts… even for me.
let's try this again, shall we? and yes i'm still keeping all of this for words.
hi there! i'm lune, she/her, and i'm a slightly crazy middle-aged swcer (aka going into my fifth session). no, that does not mean i'm 35 years old… it's a metaphor.
I know this because I have zero gray hairs and zero facial hair. ergo I can't be middle-aged.
i'm starting to think this isn't much better than before… *starts singing legally blonde in an attempt to trick my brain into thinking that i'm in the mood to write much more sensical stuff*
maybe we should go for the storyline one, eh?
The Tale of a Courageous and Amazing and Awesome SWCer Named Lune
Lune was walking down the street when the man told her about the Relics.
Man, I sure do wish there were some sort of objects that represented all of the things I'm passionate about that I could go on a quest for… she thought forlornly.
“Objects, you say? Quests, you say?” an old man on the street next to her asked, smiling creepily. He looked and sounded suspiciously like Old Man McGucket.
“Sort of…?” Lune said, enthusiastic but wary.
“I'm a psychic,” he said, like that was a perfectly normal thing for a man on the street to be.
“Then yes! Yes, I did,” Lune said, wariness gone, as everyone knows psychics are never nefarious creeps looking to kidnap you. The very idea!
“Well, I've got just the quest for you.”
He unfurled a map (where did that come from?), smoothing out the wrinkles meticulously.
Lune oohed and aahed.
“Ooh,” she said, “aah.”
“Ooh, aah, indeed,” the man said. “This is the map that will lead you across all the nations in a search for the Five Relics! They are, in this order, the Masks, the Whisker, the Page, the Quill, and the Calculator.”
“Well, by golly!” Lune gasped. “Those are the five things that I'm passionate about!”
The man winked and handed her the map.
Lune looked down at it. “That journey looks so… perilous. Are you sure I'm worthy?”
But when she looked up… he was gone.
“Eh,” she shrugged. “Must be a psychic thing.”
And so she was off.
The map's first path led to the forest.
The Woods were a treacherous place. Filled with twisty trees and hungry wolves…
Luckily, though, Lune loved wolves and trees. So it was no worry for her.
A few hours into the journey, she heard some mysterious singing…
“Flowers… I remember fields of flowers… Soft beneath my heels…”
Whoa, she thought, that's really good.
“Lily white and… poppy red…”
“Excuse me?” she called.
The voice stopped abruptly.
“Y-yes?” it called.
“Your voice is beautiful. What are you singing?”
“It's a musical. Hadestown.”
Lune blinked. “How cool!”
“Would you like to hear some more? A different musical, this time?”
“Absolutely!” Lune enthused.
“I'M AN ISLANDER I AM AN ISLANDER I'M AN ISLANDER I AM AN ISLANDER! Welcome to the rock!”
This song was a lot more upbeat, quite fun. The voice kept going for a bit, then stopped.
“That one's Come From Away,” it said.
“I love it,” Lune gushed. “Keep singing!”
“All right…” the voice sounded nervous.
“You could use a buddy… Don't you want a pal (yes I do yes I do)? Girl the way I see it your daddy should be leaving and you should stick around AND KILL HIM!”
This one was jaunty, fun. A bit creepy.
The voice stopped. “On your way, then,” it said. “You should keep questing.”
Lune didn't question how the voice knew she was on a quest. This was the Woods. Anything could happen!
She kept going. The path spiralled on and on…
Finally, the trees began to fade. A grand theater came into view.
Lune gasped. It was… gorgeous. It felt like home. For some odd reason, she felt the strong urge to improvise a scene… it was her favorite part of theater.
She tread carefully in, taking in the stunning columns and red carpets.
And in the very center… two gold masks, one smiling, one frowning.
“The First Relic!” Lune yelped. She raced forward.
It was encased in a glass box, but she wasn't worried about that. She could just break it.
And break it she did.
Once the glass was out of the way, she took the Masks in her hands, marveled at their beauty, and stuck them in her satchel, which was covered in bug pins. Mainly moths, but a few dragonflies, bees, and ladybugs as well.
She pumped a fist in the air and looked at the map.
The next path led through the Dunes…
Three hours later, Lune's trudging through the sand, thirstier than she's ever been before…
And that's when she sees the mirage.
Not just water, but also… moths. Bearded dragons. Whales, swimming in the water. Fennec foxes. Wolves, even! Every single animal she loves… she just wants to hug them. She knows it's kind of sappy, but she's obsessed with animals. It's currently all she can think about… they're adorable.
She blinks, and they're gone.
She frowns. They looked so real…
That's what happens in the Dunes, though. And she knows that. So she keeps going.
She keeps going…
And going…
And going…
And going…
And… Wait.
A tiny sand cat sits only a few dozen steps ahead of her.
And one of its whiskers is tinted ever-so-slightly with gold.
It could be another mirage. She knows that. But… hadn't the McGucket-imposter said one of the Relics was a whisker?
It had to be.
She kept going.
It only took her a few minutes, but it felt like eons.
Each step a millenia, each toe that touched the ground taking a century.
And then… there were no more steps to be taken. The sand cat looked up at her. She looked down at it. The cat reached a paw up to its cheek, and did that adorable swipey-licky thing that cats do. When the paw came down, it held a golden whisker in its pad.
Lune died of cuteness, reached out, and took the whisker.
(In case you were wondering, cats shed whiskers all the time! the sand cat was not hurt <3)
She put it in her satchel, adopted the sand cat as her companion, named him Spaghetti Sauce, and went on her way.
Next on the map was the Peaks…
The Peak she was climbing happened to be the tallest one.
Why, Relic, why? she groaned internally.
But she kept on climbing. With Spaghetti Sauce for company, it wasn't too bad.
Especially not when Mount Rushlore just happened to be carved with the faces of her favorite literary characters.
She gaped happily at Prim and Finnick from The Hunger Games.
She grinned at Sloane from The Naturals, and Xander from The Inheritance Games.
She squealed at Rocky from Project Hail Mary.
She fainted from bliss at Cress and Winter from The Lunar Chronicles.
And… so on.
Eventually, though, the facings faded back to plain rock…
Lune was incredibly bored. Very, very bored.
Just when she was getting to her Peak (GET IT?) of boredom, the plain rock slowly transformed into something else. Not literary characters this time…
But a library.
Considering the next one was the Page, she figured she had a pretty good chance of finding at least something in there.
In she went!
The library was full of winding staircases and bookshelves that seemed to outgrow the sky…
So beautiful.
She climbed the staircases, one by one, until she reached the West Wing.
Inside, a white rose was entrapped in a beautiful stained-glass dome.
She carefully stepped closer.
And upon further examination, she discovered that the rose was, in fact, made out of paper.
Paper with words all over it, to be exact.
The Third Relic!
Instead of smashing the glass like she had in the theater, she carefully lifted the dome up, as it was too pretty to smash. It was painted with lotus flowers (her favorite) and constellations.
The Page was meticulously folded into a flower shape… stunning.
She shoved it into her satchel, glared half-heartedly at Spaghetti Sauce (he was trying to eat it, the darling kitten), and glanced yet again at the map.
Next up, the Waves.
The great blue frothed at the shores, lapping at Lune's toes.
She loved the ocean, but she was very scared of crabs and jellyfish.
She knew she had to get to the Quill, though. She had come this far… and despite the fact that she had absolutely no compellment to go on this quest, she wasn't giving up now.
She backed up. Readied herself. And flung herself at top speed into the navy beyond.
Just when her lungs started screaming, she was sucked into a whirlpool.
Spaghetti Sauce, needless to say, was not happy.
The rushing current rushed past her, fuzzing out her vision..
When she could see again, she was not in the ocean. She was at home writing.
Subconsciously, she knew it was a dream, but she didn't really process that.
She just continued writing about who-knows-what. A bunch of cliches, perhaps, and meaningless junk. Lune had always had trouble with inspiration… but she had come up with a novel idea early this morning and was ecstatic to get going on it.
It was about a girl, grieving herself, lost in a wood haunted by sorrow, until she finally goes mad and turns into sorrow herself.
It was very entertaining to write.
The dream shifted, and she found herself surrounded by trees.
Hello, young one, they called, come join us. There's nothing for you out there… just more life without her. Life's pointless without her, isn't it?
Yes, she found herself agreeing, it is…
And then she opened her eyes, and she was back in the whirlpool.
Dreams were weird… but that was the first time she had dreamed about her novel. How fun.
The whirlpool was slowing down. She seemed to have missed the worst of it.
Eventually, she found herself back on solid land. Sort of. She was still underwater, but there was ground underneath her.
She let out a breath, and then realized how weird it was that she could breath.
She blinked, and noticed the giant bubble around her head.
Of course she had something that let her breath underwater! That was what always happened in books. After all, her life was a living trope now!
She looked around. A giant crab was guarding a shiny quill.
“Do you like shiny things?” she asked hopefully. She had plenty of those. “And do you break into song?”
Her fingers were crossed.
“I HATE shiny things!” the crab growled. “But breaking into song doesn't sound so bad…”
The crab broke into song.
“My naaame is Sebastiatoa!
”I… like eating kids….
“I keep them in my basement for evermoooore.
”They love it there!
Until I eat them.“
He bowed.
”You may clap now.“
Lune blinked. And grinned.
”YES!“ she said. ”THANK YOU!“
She took out her journal and crossed of ‘get threatened by a crab in song’ on her bucket list.
”Can I eat you now?“ the crab asked eagerly.
”Nope!“ she punched released Spaghetti Sauce to bite him, stole the Quill, picked up Spaghetti Sauce (unharmed, while Sebastiatoa was bleeding out on the floor), and left.
”Next up… the Meadows.“
The green stretched on and on…
Lune was tired. She wasn't in the mood to do something hard after the whole Sebastiatoa thing.
And there weren't many side quests she could go on that were related to math…
OR WERE THERE?
As soon as Lune took another step, she was trapped in a force field by Probabilitor and Hot Elf (from Gravity Falls, for those who don't know).
”Beat me in a math contest!“ he shrieked in his annoyingly high voice.
”Tell me it's not geometry…“ Lune groaned. ”I'm terrible at geometry.“
”Nope! It's statistics!“ he screeched.
”YES!“ Lune grinned. ”Unfortunately for you, I LOVE statistics.“
”NO!“ he wailed. ”CURSE MY BAD JUDGEMENT! Can we do geometry instead??“
”Too late,“ she proclaimed. ”You already said it's statistics.“
Lune proceeded to beat him in a statistics contest.
He vanished in a cloud of graphing, and Hot Elf grew wings and flew away, muttering about how he hated Probabilitor anyways.
Spaghetti Sauce squirmed out of her arms, meowing loudly.
Lune looked at where he was heading.
”The Calculator!“ she grinned. ”You smart kitten.“
They headed to the Last Relic, Spaghetti Sauce leading the way.
When she reached it, she typed in a few numbers and grinned in bliss.
”We did it!“ she high-fived the sand cat. ”We completed our pointless quest!"
From there, they went home and binge-read Heartstopper.
THE END
yeah okay that definitely wasn't less unhinged than the non-storyline one lol
Last edited by LovegoodLady (July 1, 2026 23:14:08)
- They_Are_Here
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Scratcher
13 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
2026-07-01 Daily: Letter to future self (515 words)
CW: Discussion of death
Dear future self,
I’ve always been confident I’ll do something memorable. My younger self is convinced that I will — and insistent that I must — become famous, write a book, win a Nobel Prize, or any number of notable achievements. I’m not writing this because I no longer believe in myself. In fact, I’m constantly surprised by my own abilities and accomplishments. I could probably be famous if I really wanted to.
But what if I accomplish nothing?
I think about this occasionally because of a song of the same name that I listened to once. The music opened the door to a plethora of questions.
What if I don’t do a single notable thing with my life? What’s the big deal with being famous? What’s the big deal with being remembered? Should the history books really be my ultimate destination?
I find my answer in the impermanence of existence.
Humans are terrified of death. We are terrified of the idea that someday we’ll no longer exist.
But we are especially afraid that no one else will remember we existed.
Some, like the movie Coco, consider being forgotten as the true death. Because our life means so much to us, how could it someday mean nothing to anyone?
Someone (people argue whether it was Mark Twain or Epicurus) once said: “I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
Because we exist, we fear nonexistence. It did not trouble us when we existed in it. Only now, as we see death looming on the horizon, do we frantically try to deny it by immortalizing our memory.
Mark, or Epicurus, thank you for allowing me to see death in a different way. It is not the end. It is a point in a cycle. The cycle is magnitudes beyond our control.
Why is this related to getting famous, you may ask?
If we see our existence as a part of a cycle instead of a line that time will never cross back upon, the perspective changes how we view our life. It is no longer something that we need work to make significant, to make last as long as possible into future generations. In fact, because of the cycle, everything and everyone will eventually be forgotten. Rather, life is already significant in itself.
Life is a miracle. It’s an essential step of the loop. To reach nonexistence, something must exist first and vice versa. It has inherent significance. That philosophical logic is proof that however we spend our life is worthwhile. We needn’t feel the pressure to be remembered. Feats should be achieved for personal satisfaction and the greater good, not some arbitrary measure of status. And maybe that personal satisfaction is fame, but fulfillment is a logically much more important result than everyone remembering your name for a certain amount of time. Because eventually, they will forget.
Future self, what if you accomplish nothing?
I can guarantee that you won’t. By being alive, you’ve already accomplished something.
CW: Discussion of death
Dear future self,
I’ve always been confident I’ll do something memorable. My younger self is convinced that I will — and insistent that I must — become famous, write a book, win a Nobel Prize, or any number of notable achievements. I’m not writing this because I no longer believe in myself. In fact, I’m constantly surprised by my own abilities and accomplishments. I could probably be famous if I really wanted to.
But what if I accomplish nothing?
I think about this occasionally because of a song of the same name that I listened to once. The music opened the door to a plethora of questions.
What if I don’t do a single notable thing with my life? What’s the big deal with being famous? What’s the big deal with being remembered? Should the history books really be my ultimate destination?
I find my answer in the impermanence of existence.
Humans are terrified of death. We are terrified of the idea that someday we’ll no longer exist.
But we are especially afraid that no one else will remember we existed.
Some, like the movie Coco, consider being forgotten as the true death. Because our life means so much to us, how could it someday mean nothing to anyone?
Someone (people argue whether it was Mark Twain or Epicurus) once said: “I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
Because we exist, we fear nonexistence. It did not trouble us when we existed in it. Only now, as we see death looming on the horizon, do we frantically try to deny it by immortalizing our memory.
Mark, or Epicurus, thank you for allowing me to see death in a different way. It is not the end. It is a point in a cycle. The cycle is magnitudes beyond our control.
Why is this related to getting famous, you may ask?
If we see our existence as a part of a cycle instead of a line that time will never cross back upon, the perspective changes how we view our life. It is no longer something that we need work to make significant, to make last as long as possible into future generations. In fact, because of the cycle, everything and everyone will eventually be forgotten. Rather, life is already significant in itself.
Life is a miracle. It’s an essential step of the loop. To reach nonexistence, something must exist first and vice versa. It has inherent significance. That philosophical logic is proof that however we spend our life is worthwhile. We needn’t feel the pressure to be remembered. Feats should be achieved for personal satisfaction and the greater good, not some arbitrary measure of status. And maybe that personal satisfaction is fame, but fulfillment is a logically much more important result than everyone remembering your name for a certain amount of time. Because eventually, they will forget.
Future self, what if you accomplish nothing?
I can guarantee that you won’t. By being alive, you’ve already accomplished something.
- surfdudewave
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
1k intro : 7/1 : 1000 :
Hi! I’m Surf, I live in the EST time zone, and I use they/she pronouns. This is my ninth session of SWC, and I’m co-leading Bi-Fi with Vicky and Elly! I’m really looking forward to this session, from achieving my writing goals to meeting new people <3
I love reading (and giving/receiving book recommendations if anyone is interested)! My favorite author is Brandon Sanderson, and some of my favorite genres are science fiction, fantasy, and mystery, though I do read a lot of nonfiction as well. I have a very long tbr list which I have to get to! I read pretty often, over 200 books a year, though I read the most during the summer. Some of the things I’ve read recently and enjoyed were The Invention of Nature, The Tree Book, The Impossible Fortune, Legendborn, Rapport, and Circe. Right now, I’m reading We Solve Murd3rs and as well as Gathering Moss and The Singularity is Nearer. I tend to stick to one fiction book at a time, though I sometimes read a dozen nonfiction books at once even though it probably isn’t the best habit.
I love science! I like chemistry, biology, astronomy, and (my favorite) earth sciences. I want to study geology, and I’m actually doing a geoscience and data-oriented internship this and next week which is really exciting. I’d like to go into some mix of geoscience, geobiochemistry, petrology, or geomorphology as a career, and study it in college. I also have an environmental internship at a local garden for the rest of the summer, so I’ll be spending a lot of time outdoors. I hope it doesn’t get as hot as last year, like with the heatwaves. In August I start tennis tryouts and pre-season, since I’m on the Varsity team, so I also am going to have to play a lot this summer. I need to work on my serve and my form since I unfortunately haven’t played in ages.
I recently got my tentative schedule for next school year! I got all the classes I wanted save for AP Seminar, but I got AP Psychology instead which is nice. I’m also taking AP Biology, AP Environmental Science, AP Human Geography, AP Spanish Lang, AP Statistics, and I’m probably going to also self study AP Art History so I need to go over that coursework this summer. I’m really excited since I’m taking a lot of classes that I want to, and most importantly, no math class since there is no way I’m taking Multivariable Calculus as a senior.
Next is writing–this session, I want to work on short stories but also longer ones! I actually just took Creative Writing 2H last semester so I did a lot of poetry writing, and I’d like to continue writing more poems this session since I feel like I tend to write prose rather than poetry during SWC. I also want to continue to expand my writing portfolio. One of my main goals is to actually write a novel this session but I have a feeling I’m going to spend a lot of time worldbuilding and less time actually writing, so we’ll see how that goes. I hope to complete every daily and weekly this session, and maybe some from last session that I missed since it was nearly AP exams. I’m also really looking forward to penpals this session!
Along with my writing goals, some of my other goals this July include studying in advance for my classes next year and completing all my summer assignments. I’d also like to practice my Spanish reading/listening/speaking comprehension. I have a bunch of different library cards, and one of my libraries recently got a lot of Spanish books and audiobooks of things I’ve read so I’m going to hopefully get through three or so this month. I definitely read in Spanish a lot slower than in English (especially since I have to take time to crossreference unfamiliar vocabulary) though I’m hoping to become faster in preparation for AP Spanish. I also want to work on being able to bench press a bar, which is around forty pounds. It’s heavier than what I usually can lift and is going to be a difficult goal to reach, though I’ve been working up to lifting thirty points and I think I’ll be able to do it by the end of the month!
I love music, and some of my favorite artists are Hozier, Twenty One Pilots, Of Monsters and Men, Arctic Monkeys, Cage the Elephant, Young the Giant, The Neighbourhood, and Gigi Perez. I listen to a wide range of songs though, and have recently been listening to a lot of music in Spanish (and am currently looking for any recommendations). I’m not very musical myself but I can play very, very, basic piano and used to play the violin in middle school. I still play the violin occasionally, since my dog likes to howl along and is quite musical.
I like to make art as well, and recently I finished up a collage out of newspaper cuttings that was three years in the making (after I’d forgotten about it in my desk drawers). Along with making collages, I like drawing, both traditionally and digitally. I plan on making some paintings this summer because I’d like to have some for the art show for my school’s art honor society, though I have yet to actually get started on any. Maybe I’ll have some by the end of the session!
I like watching shows–I’ve recently been watching Marvel shows and have just finished Agents of Shield and Hawkeye! I have been trying to catch up with the whole MCU in time for the new Spiderman (but probably won’t make it in time lol). Along with these, some others I like are Sherlock, Lupin, Carmen Sandiego, Arcane, and The Dragon Prince. I’m also watching the second season of A Good Girl’s Guide to Murd3r right now.
And that’s 1k words!
Hi! I’m Surf, I live in the EST time zone, and I use they/she pronouns. This is my ninth session of SWC, and I’m co-leading Bi-Fi with Vicky and Elly! I’m really looking forward to this session, from achieving my writing goals to meeting new people <3
I love reading (and giving/receiving book recommendations if anyone is interested)! My favorite author is Brandon Sanderson, and some of my favorite genres are science fiction, fantasy, and mystery, though I do read a lot of nonfiction as well. I have a very long tbr list which I have to get to! I read pretty often, over 200 books a year, though I read the most during the summer. Some of the things I’ve read recently and enjoyed were The Invention of Nature, The Tree Book, The Impossible Fortune, Legendborn, Rapport, and Circe. Right now, I’m reading We Solve Murd3rs and as well as Gathering Moss and The Singularity is Nearer. I tend to stick to one fiction book at a time, though I sometimes read a dozen nonfiction books at once even though it probably isn’t the best habit.
I love science! I like chemistry, biology, astronomy, and (my favorite) earth sciences. I want to study geology, and I’m actually doing a geoscience and data-oriented internship this and next week which is really exciting. I’d like to go into some mix of geoscience, geobiochemistry, petrology, or geomorphology as a career, and study it in college. I also have an environmental internship at a local garden for the rest of the summer, so I’ll be spending a lot of time outdoors. I hope it doesn’t get as hot as last year, like with the heatwaves. In August I start tennis tryouts and pre-season, since I’m on the Varsity team, so I also am going to have to play a lot this summer. I need to work on my serve and my form since I unfortunately haven’t played in ages.
I recently got my tentative schedule for next school year! I got all the classes I wanted save for AP Seminar, but I got AP Psychology instead which is nice. I’m also taking AP Biology, AP Environmental Science, AP Human Geography, AP Spanish Lang, AP Statistics, and I’m probably going to also self study AP Art History so I need to go over that coursework this summer. I’m really excited since I’m taking a lot of classes that I want to, and most importantly, no math class since there is no way I’m taking Multivariable Calculus as a senior.
Next is writing–this session, I want to work on short stories but also longer ones! I actually just took Creative Writing 2H last semester so I did a lot of poetry writing, and I’d like to continue writing more poems this session since I feel like I tend to write prose rather than poetry during SWC. I also want to continue to expand my writing portfolio. One of my main goals is to actually write a novel this session but I have a feeling I’m going to spend a lot of time worldbuilding and less time actually writing, so we’ll see how that goes. I hope to complete every daily and weekly this session, and maybe some from last session that I missed since it was nearly AP exams. I’m also really looking forward to penpals this session!
Along with my writing goals, some of my other goals this July include studying in advance for my classes next year and completing all my summer assignments. I’d also like to practice my Spanish reading/listening/speaking comprehension. I have a bunch of different library cards, and one of my libraries recently got a lot of Spanish books and audiobooks of things I’ve read so I’m going to hopefully get through three or so this month. I definitely read in Spanish a lot slower than in English (especially since I have to take time to crossreference unfamiliar vocabulary) though I’m hoping to become faster in preparation for AP Spanish. I also want to work on being able to bench press a bar, which is around forty pounds. It’s heavier than what I usually can lift and is going to be a difficult goal to reach, though I’ve been working up to lifting thirty points and I think I’ll be able to do it by the end of the month!
I love music, and some of my favorite artists are Hozier, Twenty One Pilots, Of Monsters and Men, Arctic Monkeys, Cage the Elephant, Young the Giant, The Neighbourhood, and Gigi Perez. I listen to a wide range of songs though, and have recently been listening to a lot of music in Spanish (and am currently looking for any recommendations). I’m not very musical myself but I can play very, very, basic piano and used to play the violin in middle school. I still play the violin occasionally, since my dog likes to howl along and is quite musical.
I like to make art as well, and recently I finished up a collage out of newspaper cuttings that was three years in the making (after I’d forgotten about it in my desk drawers). Along with making collages, I like drawing, both traditionally and digitally. I plan on making some paintings this summer because I’d like to have some for the art show for my school’s art honor society, though I have yet to actually get started on any. Maybe I’ll have some by the end of the session!
I like watching shows–I’ve recently been watching Marvel shows and have just finished Agents of Shield and Hawkeye! I have been trying to catch up with the whole MCU in time for the new Spiderman (but probably won’t make it in time lol). Along with these, some others I like are Sherlock, Lupin, Carmen Sandiego, Arcane, and The Dragon Prince. I’m also watching the second season of A Good Girl’s Guide to Murd3r right now.
And that’s 1k words!
Last edited by surfdudewave (July 1, 2026 23:29:39)
- minergold48
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily 1 || Letter to Future Self || 332 words
Dear Future Aurora,
July is going to be tons of fun, I just know it! With both co-leading in SWC and doing ArtFight, there's so much to be done! I just hope we don't get carried away and burnt out from both activities- balance is important!
And sleep…
And going outside. I really hope you didn't become a shut-in! Our summer goals are also important! Hopefully all of those irl activities you wanted to do turned out well, and you make some good connections!
Did you make good progress on Project Q? Considering how we want it to be our future, SWC is the best time to make tons of progress on it! Hopefully we get at least some of the script done, but worldbuilding is also extremely important and needs to happen!
Hopefully finishing the ‘secret third thing’ didn't take too much time- it sucks that it wasn't finished by July but two weeks is a lot of time to finish it and do other things. Like co-leading WoFantasy! I sincerely hope the storyline plays out well and that there's tons of participation. Remember that all you want is to inspire one camper to come back in November- even though getting to the top of the leaderboard would also be a great bonus.
Did you read something? At least did you finish The Hybrid Prince, if anything? Books are good for you, and it's not staring at a screen too! The coloring book and other activities are tons of fun, and you should've set aside some time to do them. It'll make you feel a lot better!
Once this month is over, you'll have tons of time to rest, and you can get your hands on the new Rhythm Heaven game! Don't forget to do that one MAP part though- once college starts you might not be able to finish it and that would be sad.
I hope your July was warm and positive and productive!
Sincerely,
July 1st Aurora
Dear Future Aurora,
July is going to be tons of fun, I just know it! With both co-leading in SWC and doing ArtFight, there's so much to be done! I just hope we don't get carried away and burnt out from both activities- balance is important!
And sleep…
And going outside. I really hope you didn't become a shut-in! Our summer goals are also important! Hopefully all of those irl activities you wanted to do turned out well, and you make some good connections!
Did you make good progress on Project Q? Considering how we want it to be our future, SWC is the best time to make tons of progress on it! Hopefully we get at least some of the script done, but worldbuilding is also extremely important and needs to happen!
Hopefully finishing the ‘secret third thing’ didn't take too much time- it sucks that it wasn't finished by July but two weeks is a lot of time to finish it and do other things. Like co-leading WoFantasy! I sincerely hope the storyline plays out well and that there's tons of participation. Remember that all you want is to inspire one camper to come back in November- even though getting to the top of the leaderboard would also be a great bonus.
Did you read something? At least did you finish The Hybrid Prince, if anything? Books are good for you, and it's not staring at a screen too! The coloring book and other activities are tons of fun, and you should've set aside some time to do them. It'll make you feel a lot better!
Once this month is over, you'll have tons of time to rest, and you can get your hands on the new Rhythm Heaven game! Don't forget to do that one MAP part though- once college starts you might not be able to finish it and that would be sad.
I hope your July was warm and positive and productive!
Sincerely,
July 1st Aurora
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Date Completed: 07/01
Time Completed UTC: 11:51
Prompt: letter to future self
Points?: 400 +100
Word Count: 322/300
Hey girl! This is me at the beginning of July 2026! I am so thrilled for you and I cannot wait to see how you are going to grow at the end of this session of swc. I am so glad that I have the opportunity to do swc AND artfight so I hope that you have a lovely time doing this for the month. I wanted to give you some questions to answer at the end of this month so that you can see how far you've gotten and how much you've grown. You are so strong and lovely and I know thst you're going to do great regardless but I just thought that I'd measure how this gs are going.
How is Bible time?? Have you been spending time in the word every morning?
How is your friendship with grace doing? Did you have fun with any particular subjects with her?
How are you behaving online? Are you representing Christ well?
Have you been spending time with family?
Have you been doing well with your internship? What have you been learning? What is something thst has surprised you? What has challenged you? What has brought you closer to Christ?
As you have worked in swc projects, have you spent more time on the novels or novellas, specifically the novels?
Have you focused on self development? Have you been disciplined? Have you been able to keep yourself accountable on when you go to the gym?
Overall, how was artfight? Did you reach your goals?
Did you grow any of your relationships over the course of this month? Have you connected with any new peoole thst you want to talk to more?
How have you been in general? How’s life?
I know that I am already going to be so proud of you no matter what happens this month. Don't be afraid to try new things and meet new people. You’re awesome!!
Time Completed UTC: 11:51
Prompt: letter to future self
Points?: 400 +100
Word Count: 322/300
Hey girl! This is me at the beginning of July 2026! I am so thrilled for you and I cannot wait to see how you are going to grow at the end of this session of swc. I am so glad that I have the opportunity to do swc AND artfight so I hope that you have a lovely time doing this for the month. I wanted to give you some questions to answer at the end of this month so that you can see how far you've gotten and how much you've grown. You are so strong and lovely and I know thst you're going to do great regardless but I just thought that I'd measure how this gs are going.
How is Bible time?? Have you been spending time in the word every morning?
How is your friendship with grace doing? Did you have fun with any particular subjects with her?
How are you behaving online? Are you representing Christ well?
Have you been spending time with family?
Have you been doing well with your internship? What have you been learning? What is something thst has surprised you? What has challenged you? What has brought you closer to Christ?
As you have worked in swc projects, have you spent more time on the novels or novellas, specifically the novels?
Have you focused on self development? Have you been disciplined? Have you been able to keep yourself accountable on when you go to the gym?
Overall, how was artfight? Did you reach your goals?
Did you grow any of your relationships over the course of this month? Have you connected with any new peoole thst you want to talk to more?
How have you been in general? How’s life?
I know that I am already going to be so proud of you no matter what happens this month. Don't be afraid to try new things and meet new people. You’re awesome!!
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
julia’s swc writing thread
july '26 | 0/10000 words | updated 01.07.26
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
❧ dailies
⋆ daily 1: desc | x words | x points
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
࣪ ִֶָ☾. weeklies
⋆ weekly 1: title | x words | x points
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
➺ word wars
⋆ word war 1: against @camper | x words | x points | win/loss?
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
࣪ ִֶָ☾. critiques
⋆ critique 1: title | for @camper | x words | x points
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
❧ penpals
⋆ penpal thread: name | @username | link to thread
‧₊˚ ཐི ━━ ⋅˚₊‧⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆‧₊˚ ━━ ཋྀ ˚₊‧
➺ other
⋆ title | what is it | x words
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
daily daily daily last minute hehehe
448 words
Hi future waterfall! If you really are reading this I'm surprised you were able to find this post, considering that I'm writing it fifteen minutes before deadline and will probably just submit and not make my whole thread post. Shame I didn't get to it when the megathread was out, I just didn't think of it. In addition, I'm in a different timezone as of right now, and midnight utc is just at such a less convenient time for me! Hence why I'm speedrunning. I think we're reading these at the end of camp so I hope you're enjoying being back at home. Anyway, some goals… I honestly don't expect that much of myself writing wise this session, because I'm at camp and on vacation. I hope I write a lot of good songs at camp, but for swc specifically it's really going to just be volume writing of dailies and things when I can. I hope I meet my word goal, I guess, even though that's already a set goal? I do need to finish my english assignment though, it's too bad notes don't count for words because a lot of it is note taking, and then you write something about the book afterwards. So yeah I want to get some quality songs done, I want to get my assignment done, and I want to get the swc stuff that I can done. This session I'm not going to be doing as much writing wise, I'm focusing on balancing with life and being a good leader above doing lots of writing. That being said I do want to enter my short story into the writing competition, but do a critique with it first and then submit. Hopefully it's within the limit? Surely it is. I think the real test is if it actually can get posted in the forums, bc the bot here is crazy. So add that to the goals. But speaking of being a good leader and balancing life things I have to reply to kiara right now, then go edit some things, then go to the open mic, and then maybe work on the trailer if that's something I'm still doing. I think I have three hundred words by now, so I'm going to submit this, and then I'm going to add the words from the songwriting I've done, and then go back to life. Future waterfall, you do the same thing by making a balanced to do list and then going about and completing it. Yes that is my last ditch effort in making this more relevant to the prompt. goodbye. (ps ooh 1k intro i should do that if i have time…)
448 words
Hi future waterfall! If you really are reading this I'm surprised you were able to find this post, considering that I'm writing it fifteen minutes before deadline and will probably just submit and not make my whole thread post. Shame I didn't get to it when the megathread was out, I just didn't think of it. In addition, I'm in a different timezone as of right now, and midnight utc is just at such a less convenient time for me! Hence why I'm speedrunning. I think we're reading these at the end of camp so I hope you're enjoying being back at home. Anyway, some goals… I honestly don't expect that much of myself writing wise this session, because I'm at camp and on vacation. I hope I write a lot of good songs at camp, but for swc specifically it's really going to just be volume writing of dailies and things when I can. I hope I meet my word goal, I guess, even though that's already a set goal? I do need to finish my english assignment though, it's too bad notes don't count for words because a lot of it is note taking, and then you write something about the book afterwards. So yeah I want to get some quality songs done, I want to get my assignment done, and I want to get the swc stuff that I can done. This session I'm not going to be doing as much writing wise, I'm focusing on balancing with life and being a good leader above doing lots of writing. That being said I do want to enter my short story into the writing competition, but do a critique with it first and then submit. Hopefully it's within the limit? Surely it is. I think the real test is if it actually can get posted in the forums, bc the bot here is crazy. So add that to the goals. But speaking of being a good leader and balancing life things I have to reply to kiara right now, then go edit some things, then go to the open mic, and then maybe work on the trailer if that's something I'm still doing. I think I have three hundred words by now, so I'm going to submit this, and then I'm going to add the words from the songwriting I've done, and then go back to life. Future waterfall, you do the same thing by making a balanced to do list and then going about and completing it. Yes that is my last ditch effort in making this more relevant to the prompt. goodbye. (ps ooh 1k intro i should do that if i have time…)
- juliathecaesar
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
dear future me,
i’m writing this at the very beginning of swc, before anything has really happened yet, which makes it feel a little like standing at the edge of something you can’t fully see. everything is still new, still untested, still open.
this is my fourth session, which still surprises me a bit when i say it. you’d think by now it would feel completely familiar, but it doesn’t really work like that. every session has its own atmosphere, its own pace, its own version of “how things go.” i’m curious what this one ends up feeling like for you—whether it was steady, chaotic, productive, or something in between.
right now, my main goal is consistency. i know myself well enough to know i can get caught between doing too much at once and then overthinking my way into doing too little. so i’m hoping you managed to stay somewhere in the middle of that—enough writing to feel engaged, but not so much pressure that it stopped being enjoyable.
i hope you finished things this time. not just started them, not just drafted them, but actually completed pieces you can look back on without immediately wanting to revise everything. i have a habit of leaving work in fragments, convincing myself i’ll come back to it later, and then forgetting and moving on. so if you managed to break that pattern even slightly, i hope you notice it.
i also hope you participated more than you hesitated. that you didn’t sit too long on the edge of things, waiting for the “right” moment to join in. swc always moves quickly, and it’s easy to feel like you’re a step behind if you’re not constantly present. but i hope you found a rhythm that worked for you instead of trying to match everyone else’s pace.
outside of swc, things are still in motion. there’s a lot happening at once, as usual, and i’m trying not to let that spill too heavily into how i write. writing has always been one of the few places where things feel a bit more structured for me, even when everything else isn’t. i hope that stayed true for you throughout the month.
i hope you kept up with the things you care about outside of writing too. i hope you didn’t let them fall away just because things got busy. i know how easy it is for you to put creative things aside when you feel stretched thin, even when those are the things that actually help.
most of all, i hope you feel like you were present for this session. not just participating in it, but actually experiencing it—the conversations, the writing, the small moments in between. swc tends to move quickly, and it’s easy to come out of it feeling like it passed you by if you’re not careful.
if things didn’t go perfectly, that’s fine. it probably won’t have. but i hope it still felt worthwhile. i hope there are at least a few pieces you’re proud of, even if they’re small. even if they’re imperfect.
i don’t know exactly what kind of version of you will be reading this, but i hope you’re a little more settled than i am right now. or at least a little more confident in what you managed to do.
that would be enough.
with love,
julia
(561 words)
i’m writing this at the very beginning of swc, before anything has really happened yet, which makes it feel a little like standing at the edge of something you can’t fully see. everything is still new, still untested, still open.
this is my fourth session, which still surprises me a bit when i say it. you’d think by now it would feel completely familiar, but it doesn’t really work like that. every session has its own atmosphere, its own pace, its own version of “how things go.” i’m curious what this one ends up feeling like for you—whether it was steady, chaotic, productive, or something in between.
right now, my main goal is consistency. i know myself well enough to know i can get caught between doing too much at once and then overthinking my way into doing too little. so i’m hoping you managed to stay somewhere in the middle of that—enough writing to feel engaged, but not so much pressure that it stopped being enjoyable.
i hope you finished things this time. not just started them, not just drafted them, but actually completed pieces you can look back on without immediately wanting to revise everything. i have a habit of leaving work in fragments, convincing myself i’ll come back to it later, and then forgetting and moving on. so if you managed to break that pattern even slightly, i hope you notice it.
i also hope you participated more than you hesitated. that you didn’t sit too long on the edge of things, waiting for the “right” moment to join in. swc always moves quickly, and it’s easy to feel like you’re a step behind if you’re not constantly present. but i hope you found a rhythm that worked for you instead of trying to match everyone else’s pace.
outside of swc, things are still in motion. there’s a lot happening at once, as usual, and i’m trying not to let that spill too heavily into how i write. writing has always been one of the few places where things feel a bit more structured for me, even when everything else isn’t. i hope that stayed true for you throughout the month.
i hope you kept up with the things you care about outside of writing too. i hope you didn’t let them fall away just because things got busy. i know how easy it is for you to put creative things aside when you feel stretched thin, even when those are the things that actually help.
most of all, i hope you feel like you were present for this session. not just participating in it, but actually experiencing it—the conversations, the writing, the small moments in between. swc tends to move quickly, and it’s easy to come out of it feeling like it passed you by if you’re not careful.
if things didn’t go perfectly, that’s fine. it probably won’t have. but i hope it still felt worthwhile. i hope there are at least a few pieces you’re proud of, even if they’re small. even if they’re imperfect.
i don’t know exactly what kind of version of you will be reading this, but i hope you’re a little more settled than i am right now. or at least a little more confident in what you managed to do.
that would be enough.
with love,
julia
(561 words)
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Hello, Future Self.
Wild here. It is the year 2026, and we're getting closer to something—though exactly what, I'm not sure. All I know is that the scent of change is in the air, and it smells like a question. I hope you'll have the answer.
Ominous musings aside, I want to say that our personal life is going pretty great. I've spent the past month drawing ref sheets by day and working on my room by night. The Trainwreck Labs games are also a staple of my daily routine, though unfortunately, I lost my streaks a few days ago. It was discouraging, since I had managed to keep them alive since the beginning of the year. However, Elemingle bugged out for everyone yesterday, so I would've lost that one no matter what. I guess I'll just have to start over again—eventually, I'll get a year where nothing goes wrong, surely? (…Actually, don't answer that.)
This July is going to be quite busy for me, assuming I do everything I intend to. I want to put more effort into Art Fight this year, though SWC is still my priority. My main objective is to get pages up for Parsnip, River, Chaos, Sagebrush, Eclipse, Silence, and Rain, in addition to the Wild page I already have. I'll do attacks, too, but not so many that I burn myself out. As for SWC, I have the same goal as always: complete all (normal) dailies and weeklies. Maybe even add words, if I'm so inspired. The only issue is that I'll be out of state for the latter half of July because I'm visiting my grandpa, and I've heard that his Wi-Fi situation isn't ideal. I don't like to worry about things too far in advance, though; I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I'm just writing this letter—I've still got a lot to tell you!
For one thing, my room project has seen a lot of major progress recently. On June 27th and 28th, my family had a garage sale for the first time in years. I managed to get rid of the train table, dollhouse bookshelf, and the bent drawer organizer! All on the first day! Getting those large items out of here has made moving everything else around a lot easier. Now, there's room for a couple of new shelving units, which I desperately need for my turtle items and large dinosaur figurines. Until I can acquire shelves, though, I'm working on other areas, including the craft wall, the dinosaur plush, and the miscellaneous books. I completed Operation Symmetry a week or two ago, in which I arranged the dinosaur plush shelves to mirror the other plush shelves. It's more efficient this way.
I guess I should probably mention long-term goals while I'm here. I'm not confident in my college pathway at the moment, but I'm giving Electron Microscopy a genuine chance. If I continue with that, where will that land me after graduation? I might have to move quite a ways to find
I expect you'll be reading this in exactly one year, when you make your SWC document for July ‘27. (Because, let’s be honest, we never do it early.) I'm also expecting you to find this again, even further in the future. Maybe five years out, maybe ten. Maybe you'll come back here when you're really old, as a way of reliving your youth. Assuming we live that long, anyway. I hope we do. Whatever change is coming, I think it'll be alright. The future's full of possibilities, and so are we.
I love you, Future Self. Go be amazing.
—Wild of July 1, 2026
Wild here. It is the year 2026, and we're getting closer to something—though exactly what, I'm not sure. All I know is that the scent of change is in the air, and it smells like a question. I hope you'll have the answer.
Ominous musings aside, I want to say that our personal life is going pretty great. I've spent the past month drawing ref sheets by day and working on my room by night. The Trainwreck Labs games are also a staple of my daily routine, though unfortunately, I lost my streaks a few days ago. It was discouraging, since I had managed to keep them alive since the beginning of the year. However, Elemingle bugged out for everyone yesterday, so I would've lost that one no matter what. I guess I'll just have to start over again—eventually, I'll get a year where nothing goes wrong, surely? (…Actually, don't answer that.)
This July is going to be quite busy for me, assuming I do everything I intend to. I want to put more effort into Art Fight this year, though SWC is still my priority. My main objective is to get pages up for Parsnip, River, Chaos, Sagebrush, Eclipse, Silence, and Rain, in addition to the Wild page I already have. I'll do attacks, too, but not so many that I burn myself out. As for SWC, I have the same goal as always: complete all (normal) dailies and weeklies. Maybe even add words, if I'm so inspired. The only issue is that I'll be out of state for the latter half of July because I'm visiting my grandpa, and I've heard that his Wi-Fi situation isn't ideal. I don't like to worry about things too far in advance, though; I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I'm just writing this letter—I've still got a lot to tell you!
For one thing, my room project has seen a lot of major progress recently. On June 27th and 28th, my family had a garage sale for the first time in years. I managed to get rid of the train table, dollhouse bookshelf, and the bent drawer organizer! All on the first day! Getting those large items out of here has made moving everything else around a lot easier. Now, there's room for a couple of new shelving units, which I desperately need for my turtle items and large dinosaur figurines. Until I can acquire shelves, though, I'm working on other areas, including the craft wall, the dinosaur plush, and the miscellaneous books. I completed Operation Symmetry a week or two ago, in which I arranged the dinosaur plush shelves to mirror the other plush shelves. It's more efficient this way.
I guess I should probably mention long-term goals while I'm here. I'm not confident in my college pathway at the moment, but I'm giving Electron Microscopy a genuine chance. If I continue with that, where will that land me after graduation? I might have to move quite a ways to find
I expect you'll be reading this in exactly one year, when you make your SWC document for July ‘27. (Because, let’s be honest, we never do it early.) I'm also expecting you to find this again, even further in the future. Maybe five years out, maybe ten. Maybe you'll come back here when you're really old, as a way of reliving your youth. Assuming we live that long, anyway. I hope we do. Whatever change is coming, I think it'll be alright. The future's full of possibilities, and so are we.
I love you, Future Self. Go be amazing.
—Wild of July 1, 2026
- TokoWrites
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
July 2 - 581 words - 800 points
Your Mother Shuns Her Sister in Your Dream (aka You’re the Magician’s Assistant in Their Dream from Riptide by Vance Joy)
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. Not by shouting. Not by slamming doors. She simply walks past her in the grocery store, reaches around her for a carton of milk, and asks you whether you'd rather have apples or oranges for lunch. Your aunt smiles anyway.
You wake before she answers.
—
There is a picture frame on the hallway shelf. Your mother at twelve, all scraped knees and missing teeth. Your grandmother. Your grandfather. An empty space where someone has been cut away.
You ask once. “Who was standing there?”
Your mother says the camera was too small. You are eight years old and believe her.
—
Every birthday card comes from the same city. No return address. Just your name, written in looping handwriting that curls beneath each letter like vines. Inside, there is always twenty dollars and a pressed daisy.
Your mother never opens them. She places them on the kitchen counter. You wait until she's making dinner, then slip the flower into your favorite book. Years later, you'll realize every daisy was a different variety. Someone had been paying attention.
—
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. This time your aunt is sitting at the end of the dinner table. She laughs at one of your jokes. Everyone else keeps eating. You try to point at her. No one follows your finger.
—
Mrs. Alvarez says you have your aunt's smile. You don't know you have an aunt. You laugh politely because that feels like the safest response. When you tell your mother later, something passes across her face too quickly for you to name. She changes the subject.
—
You find it while looking for wrapping paper. A cardboard box tucked behind winter blankets. Inside are photographs. Concert tickets. Letters tied together with blue ribbon. Two girls wearing matching raincoats. Two teenagers sharing a bicycle. Two women carrying boxes into different apartments.
On the back of one photograph, someone has written: No matter where we go next.
You hear footsteps. The lid closes before you can finish reading.
—
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. Except now she cries afterward. Not loudly. Just enough that the silence between the two of them feels heavier than words.
You wake with damp cheeks. You don't know whose tears they are.
—
Families pass down recipes. Eye color. Old jewelry.
Sometimes they pass down silence. It arrives without wrapping paper. Without instructions. You inherit questions no one remembers asking.
—
You search the looping handwriting online. It takes less than a minute. A name. An address. A phone number. You stare at it for three days before calling.
The voice that answers sounds strangely familiar. Like hearing your own laugh played back from another room. “Hello?”
You almost hang up. Instead you ask, “Have we met?”
A pause. Then a quiet laugh. “I've been wondering,” she says, “how long it would take.”
—
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. Only this time, she doesn't. She looks up. Their eyes meet across a room that doesn't exist anywhere except while you're asleep. Your aunt says nothing. She simply opens her arms.
When you wake, your phone is still in your hand. You don't know whether you'll call your mother first. Or your aunt. Only that someone has to speak before another generation mistakes silence for inheritance.
Outside your window, a daisy has pushed through a crack in the sidewalk. No one planted it there. Some things survive because they remember how.
Your Mother Shuns Her Sister in Your Dream (aka You’re the Magician’s Assistant in Their Dream from Riptide by Vance Joy)
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. Not by shouting. Not by slamming doors. She simply walks past her in the grocery store, reaches around her for a carton of milk, and asks you whether you'd rather have apples or oranges for lunch. Your aunt smiles anyway.
You wake before she answers.
—
There is a picture frame on the hallway shelf. Your mother at twelve, all scraped knees and missing teeth. Your grandmother. Your grandfather. An empty space where someone has been cut away.
You ask once. “Who was standing there?”
Your mother says the camera was too small. You are eight years old and believe her.
—
Every birthday card comes from the same city. No return address. Just your name, written in looping handwriting that curls beneath each letter like vines. Inside, there is always twenty dollars and a pressed daisy.
Your mother never opens them. She places them on the kitchen counter. You wait until she's making dinner, then slip the flower into your favorite book. Years later, you'll realize every daisy was a different variety. Someone had been paying attention.
—
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. This time your aunt is sitting at the end of the dinner table. She laughs at one of your jokes. Everyone else keeps eating. You try to point at her. No one follows your finger.
—
Mrs. Alvarez says you have your aunt's smile. You don't know you have an aunt. You laugh politely because that feels like the safest response. When you tell your mother later, something passes across her face too quickly for you to name. She changes the subject.
—
You find it while looking for wrapping paper. A cardboard box tucked behind winter blankets. Inside are photographs. Concert tickets. Letters tied together with blue ribbon. Two girls wearing matching raincoats. Two teenagers sharing a bicycle. Two women carrying boxes into different apartments.
On the back of one photograph, someone has written: No matter where we go next.
You hear footsteps. The lid closes before you can finish reading.
—
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. Except now she cries afterward. Not loudly. Just enough that the silence between the two of them feels heavier than words.
You wake with damp cheeks. You don't know whose tears they are.
—
Families pass down recipes. Eye color. Old jewelry.
Sometimes they pass down silence. It arrives without wrapping paper. Without instructions. You inherit questions no one remembers asking.
—
You search the looping handwriting online. It takes less than a minute. A name. An address. A phone number. You stare at it for three days before calling.
The voice that answers sounds strangely familiar. Like hearing your own laugh played back from another room. “Hello?”
You almost hang up. Instead you ask, “Have we met?”
A pause. Then a quiet laugh. “I've been wondering,” she says, “how long it would take.”
—
Your mother shuns her sister in your dream. Only this time, she doesn't. She looks up. Their eyes meet across a room that doesn't exist anywhere except while you're asleep. Your aunt says nothing. She simply opens her arms.
When you wake, your phone is still in your hand. You don't know whether you'll call your mother first. Or your aunt. Only that someone has to speak before another generation mistakes silence for inheritance.
Outside your window, a daisy has pushed through a crack in the sidewalk. No one planted it there. Some things survive because they remember how.
- Tellurium_26
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Scratcher
37 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Mishearing lyrics is a common — and usually, an extremely funny — mistake. Today, imagine one of your most egregious misheard lyrics as a title, and write 500 words using it as a prompt. Doing this will earn your cabin 600 points, and you can earn an additional 200 points if you share proof.
- 502 words
Your babies steep and pay for you (Your baby teeth would pray for you)
They always tell you to be prepared to kill your darlings.
Of course the preparation is asked because someday the darlings must fall at your hands.
By the time your cloudy eyes clear and the clamouring in your head dies down to an oppressive silence, the smell of smoke is hot and acrid, and you can feel the billowing clouds, dense as a cotton silk spun spider's web brushing, burning across your skin.
A bitter sting cuts through the blur and forces your eyes shut.
Your feet are cold, and hurt, and the smooth, rolling stones beneath your feet sharpen to points and you are suddenly, painfully here.
Your eyes open again but you’re only truly seeing for the first time.
You are on the pier.
Gray skirt.
Linen blouse dark as oiled oak wood.
The sturdy canvas apron from the third market week of last year.
Dressed the same as the minute you closed your eyes.
Your hands rest draped on either side, idly tracing circles in the raw splintered wood of the pier.
The pads of your feet brush the razor sharp tips of the shellfish as the water idly swirls around your ankles.
You are on a pier.
The water is freezing.
You are not cold.
Spun sugar in colors of dark gray spiral into the sky.
Gray skirt.
It wasn’t gray when your hands last pinched the cotton fabric.
The hem, hovering about your ankles, was not raw and was not black as ebony and dusty with it too.
Linen blouse.
Ochre bright as the sunset.
You held it in your hands and said so yourself.
The wrists have been pulled to your elbows.
Your hands look covered in dirt and kissed red by the sun
The canvas apron is red and brown and rusty.
Like the red gathering in the beds of your nails.
How.
The water is freezing but you are not cold.
Why?
The steam is hot and gray and every thought that bursts through the blanket of quiet that’s settled in your head tells you that the sharp smell means RUN.
But you are so cold.
And your back burns with comfort and a distant part of you says.
That.
Means you’re home.
Right. Rust. How. Why.
I am home so.
I am not cold.
I am not cold because I am home.
I don’t need to worry because it is not cold and I am home.
Right,
The rust.
Rust on my apron means it must be washed.
The last time I washed by apron it smelled sharp.
Sharp and warm and silver and like metal.
Or.
There was a knife. Made of metal
You were holding it.
Maybe it was that?
No.
The knife doesn’t smell.
The rust smells.
The rust used to be angrier, pulling your eyes to where it pooled.
Angrier, louder, brighter.
The way the lake looks when the sun sinks below it’s surface.
Red.
A/N: look it's will wood and also 1 am.
Telly's main SWC thread: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=3#post-9267403
- 502 words
Your babies steep and pay for you (Your baby teeth would pray for you)
They always tell you to be prepared to kill your darlings.
Of course the preparation is asked because someday the darlings must fall at your hands.
By the time your cloudy eyes clear and the clamouring in your head dies down to an oppressive silence, the smell of smoke is hot and acrid, and you can feel the billowing clouds, dense as a cotton silk spun spider's web brushing, burning across your skin.
A bitter sting cuts through the blur and forces your eyes shut.
Your feet are cold, and hurt, and the smooth, rolling stones beneath your feet sharpen to points and you are suddenly, painfully here.
Your eyes open again but you’re only truly seeing for the first time.
You are on the pier.
Gray skirt.
Linen blouse dark as oiled oak wood.
The sturdy canvas apron from the third market week of last year.
Dressed the same as the minute you closed your eyes.
Your hands rest draped on either side, idly tracing circles in the raw splintered wood of the pier.
The pads of your feet brush the razor sharp tips of the shellfish as the water idly swirls around your ankles.
You are on a pier.
The water is freezing.
You are not cold.
Spun sugar in colors of dark gray spiral into the sky.
Gray skirt.
It wasn’t gray when your hands last pinched the cotton fabric.
The hem, hovering about your ankles, was not raw and was not black as ebony and dusty with it too.
Linen blouse.
Ochre bright as the sunset.
You held it in your hands and said so yourself.
The wrists have been pulled to your elbows.
Your hands look covered in dirt and kissed red by the sun
The canvas apron is red and brown and rusty.
Like the red gathering in the beds of your nails.
How.
The water is freezing but you are not cold.
Why?
The steam is hot and gray and every thought that bursts through the blanket of quiet that’s settled in your head tells you that the sharp smell means RUN.
But you are so cold.
And your back burns with comfort and a distant part of you says.
That.
Means you’re home.
Right. Rust. How. Why.
I am home so.
I am not cold.
I am not cold because I am home.
I don’t need to worry because it is not cold and I am home.
Right,
The rust.
Rust on my apron means it must be washed.
The last time I washed by apron it smelled sharp.
Sharp and warm and silver and like metal.
Or.
There was a knife. Made of metal
You were holding it.
Maybe it was that?
No.
The knife doesn’t smell.
The rust smells.
The rust used to be angrier, pulling your eyes to where it pooled.
Angrier, louder, brighter.
The way the lake looks when the sun sinks below it’s surface.
Red.
A/N: look it's will wood and also 1 am.
Telly's main SWC thread: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=3#post-9267403
Last edited by Tellurium_26 (July 2, 2026 04:58:32)
- 395548
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
I got to be honest I have a project that I'm working on my own but for some reason I don't get that many views and it's kind of making me a little sad and disappointed so I was wondering how did you like get so big and if you like look at all the others same thing you know
- moosywoosy
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
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ᝰ 1000 word intro
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I can’t think of creative greetings for these anymore…with that being said, hello! To get the basics out of the way, my name’s Mildred! she/they pronouns, and resident of the EST timezone!
I’m apart of the wonderful Action cabin, co-leading to be more specific, with the amazing Cat and Thea! I’m kind of larping though because I haven’t played Splatoon or even watched a gameplay of it for a second of my life…but that’s okay! I wanted a High School Heroes themed action cabin but didn’t make the cut for leader, mostly cause I was dumb and didn’t read the questions carefully enough—but it’ll be real next session trust.
With that being said, I always like moving on to my SWC history! My first session was July 24, marking this session as my two year SWC anniversary! I’ve won a total of two times, the first time in my first session in Gothic, and the second time in Lyric last session! To fill in the gaps with my remaining sessions: In November 24 I co-led for the first time in Sci-fi, then co-led Fantasy in March 25, then co-led Mystery in July 25 (one year SWC anniversary!!), and led Fairy Tales in November 25!
With that out of the way, let’s move on! To—random trivia!
What’s my favorite color?—Sage green for sure, I love muted colors overall!
What’s my favorite food?—Banh phuc linh, they’re Vietnamese Tapioca Cookies that my parents make during Lunar New Years—they’re so good they melt in your mouth!
What’s my favorite drink?—Iced tea is tasty?
If I go go anywhere in the world, where would it be?—Vietnam! I’m Vietnamese myself but was born in America, so I feel a disconnect from my culture somewhat, so I’d love to go to Vietnam! I actually have gone to Vietnam before, but I feel as if I hadn’t appreciated it enough when I went.
What superpower would you want to have?—Time freeze, just imagine all the shenanigans I could get into…
Random food combo?—This is the first time I actually have an answer to this question but you gotta trust me on rice paper and chocolate
Favorite movie?—Pink to Gray, look at me I’m so niche ahahahahah (this is how I cope)
Anyways, here’s some personal goals I have for this session of SWC:
Write a ton of Vietnamese practice, most of my Vietnamese practice is me writing drabbles with my characters from the project below since they’re all Vietnamese and the story below takes place in Vietnam. Like I said earlier, growing up in the US made me less connected to Vietnamese culture, and my English has always been significantly better than my Vietnamese. I really want to learn the language to talk to my family and be closer connected to my culture. This year is the first time I really took the initiative to learn Vietnamese, so I really hope I can make good progress.
My current main writing project is called ‘Monster Only I Can See’ about a Vietnamese teen who one day wakes up with an extra eye. As time goes on, it turns into an extra limb and more and more things develop on his skin. The thing is—no one can see this but him. Some close friends can see parts of it, but no one is able to see the whole and fully understand what’s happening to him but he himself. This is inspired by The Metamorphosis, and is also meant to be an allegory for depression, but it tackles other elements The Metamorphosis didn’t. Such as, depression being invisible and getting worse over time—and how even people closest to the depressed person will never be able to see the whole. I want to make a lot of progress on this.
I LOVE ZERO: IKKAKU SENKIN GAME (more on that later) It really gave off Alice in Borderland vibes, so I made a crossover fic of the two. I want to get 2 more chapters done.
I want to finish a short 3-chapter tunnel to summer fic I’m working on.
Get some progress on my DCMK fic done.
Near the end there I cut down the words because I don’t want to get too long…with that being said, let’s move on to my hobbies!
I like reading, writing (Hi guys I’m gonna use the same overused joke every session: NO WAY YOU LIKE WRITING IN SCRATCH WRITING CAMP???!!!) and drawing! (I am doing ArtFight this month! My Artfight user is the same as my user on here!!)
Some of my favorite authors are Mei Hachimoku and Yoru Sumino. I have read all of Mei Hachimoku’s works, but not all of Yoru Sumino’s yet. I plan to read ‘Ripping Someone Open Only Makes Them Bleed’ this month after finishing The Summer Hikaru Died Light Novel. I already talked about writing so I’m gonna skip that hobby. Art is too boring to talk about lowkey—like, I draw, what else is there to say :sob:
Let’s go talk about what I care about such as the ABSOLUTE PEAK FICTION THAT IS…ALL THE STUFF I LIKE!! YES I am a glazer, YES I have o regrets.
Anyways, here’s a review of several different anime and dramas written by YOURS TRULY!!!!!!
Barakamon - PEAK slice of life anime. I get not everyone likes slice of life, but I genuinely cried when watching this. Not because it was particularly sad, but because the main character reminded me of myself so much, so everything he felt, it felt SO personal to me. It’s a super sweet slice of life that is mostly comedy, but genuinely has some amazing themes and character development.
Kotaro Lives Alone - I cried so hard when watching this. Kotaro you deserve the world. Yeah, this is a sad anime—but it was so good. It’s a found-family type of show, and like Barakamon, it’s a slice of life with a lot of funny moments, but unlike Barakamon, it has some super gut-wrenching moments and it’s a much more serious show. It’s super good, but absolutely devastating.
Angel Beats! - Peak characters. Peak emotional content. Peak humor. Peak ending. Peak.
Zero: Ikkaku Senkin Game - Funny death game. It has Shigeaki Kato and Ryuga Sato in it, my goats. How I discovered NEWS and ACEes. The action was pretty cool, and the tension made the long episodes feel shorter than they actually were. Shirube is an actual aurafarmer, the games are all cool and fun, and it’s lowkey just a cool show overall.
The High School Heroes - I won’t glaze this as much as everything else because it wasnt as good but I liked it. The suit design and Majin design were cool. The characters were fun. It was honestly really funny.
My Love Mix-Up - Funny, memorable characters, peak character dynamics, ABSOLUTE CINEMA.
My Little Ghost - I unironically got somewhat emotional at this despite the fact its humor is often hit or miss—it was a pretty fun watch though and I really enjoyed it. First Vietnamese drama I watch is a BL.
Let’s end this off by glazing NEWS. I love NEWS go listen to all their songs. ARASHI, UPRIZE, Snow Man, and Naniwa Danshi too.
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1203 words
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ᝰ 1000 word intro
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I can’t think of creative greetings for these anymore…with that being said, hello! To get the basics out of the way, my name’s Mildred! she/they pronouns, and resident of the EST timezone!
I’m apart of the wonderful Action cabin, co-leading to be more specific, with the amazing Cat and Thea! I’m kind of larping though because I haven’t played Splatoon or even watched a gameplay of it for a second of my life…but that’s okay! I wanted a High School Heroes themed action cabin but didn’t make the cut for leader, mostly cause I was dumb and didn’t read the questions carefully enough—but it’ll be real next session trust.
With that being said, I always like moving on to my SWC history! My first session was July 24, marking this session as my two year SWC anniversary! I’ve won a total of two times, the first time in my first session in Gothic, and the second time in Lyric last session! To fill in the gaps with my remaining sessions: In November 24 I co-led for the first time in Sci-fi, then co-led Fantasy in March 25, then co-led Mystery in July 25 (one year SWC anniversary!!), and led Fairy Tales in November 25!
With that out of the way, let’s move on! To—random trivia!
What’s my favorite color?—Sage green for sure, I love muted colors overall!
What’s my favorite food?—Banh phuc linh, they’re Vietnamese Tapioca Cookies that my parents make during Lunar New Years—they’re so good they melt in your mouth!
What’s my favorite drink?—Iced tea is tasty?
If I go go anywhere in the world, where would it be?—Vietnam! I’m Vietnamese myself but was born in America, so I feel a disconnect from my culture somewhat, so I’d love to go to Vietnam! I actually have gone to Vietnam before, but I feel as if I hadn’t appreciated it enough when I went.
What superpower would you want to have?—Time freeze, just imagine all the shenanigans I could get into…
Random food combo?—This is the first time I actually have an answer to this question but you gotta trust me on rice paper and chocolate
Favorite movie?—Pink to Gray, look at me I’m so niche ahahahahah (this is how I cope)
Anyways, here’s some personal goals I have for this session of SWC:
Write a ton of Vietnamese practice, most of my Vietnamese practice is me writing drabbles with my characters from the project below since they’re all Vietnamese and the story below takes place in Vietnam. Like I said earlier, growing up in the US made me less connected to Vietnamese culture, and my English has always been significantly better than my Vietnamese. I really want to learn the language to talk to my family and be closer connected to my culture. This year is the first time I really took the initiative to learn Vietnamese, so I really hope I can make good progress.
My current main writing project is called ‘Monster Only I Can See’ about a Vietnamese teen who one day wakes up with an extra eye. As time goes on, it turns into an extra limb and more and more things develop on his skin. The thing is—no one can see this but him. Some close friends can see parts of it, but no one is able to see the whole and fully understand what’s happening to him but he himself. This is inspired by The Metamorphosis, and is also meant to be an allegory for depression, but it tackles other elements The Metamorphosis didn’t. Such as, depression being invisible and getting worse over time—and how even people closest to the depressed person will never be able to see the whole. I want to make a lot of progress on this.
I LOVE ZERO: IKKAKU SENKIN GAME (more on that later) It really gave off Alice in Borderland vibes, so I made a crossover fic of the two. I want to get 2 more chapters done.
I want to finish a short 3-chapter tunnel to summer fic I’m working on.
Get some progress on my DCMK fic done.
Near the end there I cut down the words because I don’t want to get too long…with that being said, let’s move on to my hobbies!
I like reading, writing (Hi guys I’m gonna use the same overused joke every session: NO WAY YOU LIKE WRITING IN SCRATCH WRITING CAMP???!!!) and drawing! (I am doing ArtFight this month! My Artfight user is the same as my user on here!!)
Some of my favorite authors are Mei Hachimoku and Yoru Sumino. I have read all of Mei Hachimoku’s works, but not all of Yoru Sumino’s yet. I plan to read ‘Ripping Someone Open Only Makes Them Bleed’ this month after finishing The Summer Hikaru Died Light Novel. I already talked about writing so I’m gonna skip that hobby. Art is too boring to talk about lowkey—like, I draw, what else is there to say :sob:
Let’s go talk about what I care about such as the ABSOLUTE PEAK FICTION THAT IS…ALL THE STUFF I LIKE!! YES I am a glazer, YES I have o regrets.
Anyways, here’s a review of several different anime and dramas written by YOURS TRULY!!!!!!
Barakamon - PEAK slice of life anime. I get not everyone likes slice of life, but I genuinely cried when watching this. Not because it was particularly sad, but because the main character reminded me of myself so much, so everything he felt, it felt SO personal to me. It’s a super sweet slice of life that is mostly comedy, but genuinely has some amazing themes and character development.
Kotaro Lives Alone - I cried so hard when watching this. Kotaro you deserve the world. Yeah, this is a sad anime—but it was so good. It’s a found-family type of show, and like Barakamon, it’s a slice of life with a lot of funny moments, but unlike Barakamon, it has some super gut-wrenching moments and it’s a much more serious show. It’s super good, but absolutely devastating.
Angel Beats! - Peak characters. Peak emotional content. Peak humor. Peak ending. Peak.
Zero: Ikkaku Senkin Game - Funny death game. It has Shigeaki Kato and Ryuga Sato in it, my goats. How I discovered NEWS and ACEes. The action was pretty cool, and the tension made the long episodes feel shorter than they actually were. Shirube is an actual aurafarmer, the games are all cool and fun, and it’s lowkey just a cool show overall.
The High School Heroes - I won’t glaze this as much as everything else because it wasnt as good but I liked it. The suit design and Majin design were cool. The characters were fun. It was honestly really funny.
My Love Mix-Up - Funny, memorable characters, peak character dynamics, ABSOLUTE CINEMA.
My Little Ghost - I unironically got somewhat emotional at this despite the fact its humor is often hit or miss—it was a pretty fun watch though and I really enjoyed it. First Vietnamese drama I watch is a BL.
Let’s end this off by glazing NEWS. I love NEWS go listen to all their songs. ARASHI, UPRIZE, Snow Man, and Naniwa Danshi too.
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- tigeress_
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Scratcher
18 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily 2 - If The Whales Are Ending
If The Whales Are Ending
“What on Earth do you mean they're gone?” Maya demanded.
“I'm sorry darling, the one of the two last albino whales in the world has disappeared. Without him, they cannot continue the cycle of the albino whales.” Her father replied, eyeing her worriedly like a ticking bomb.
“But the trackers, surely they could've just fallen off?” Maya argued desperately. When her dad shook his head, she threw down the newspaper she'd been reading and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Maya has always been obsessed with whales, albino whales especially. Now she looked at the pictures, magazine photos and articles stuck around her room, and felt the a hole inside her grow. Tears started to trickle down her face as her eyes caught a poster with her favourite words; “If whales were ending, no one would know what beauty was.”
Since she was three, Maya always walked down to the rocky coastline, sometimes alone, and sometimes with her parents, or friends. And if she was lucky enough, she could sometimes see sleek, grey fins rise up to the surface, and then disappear under again. Sometime splashes of water would also spurt out, dancing and twirling.
Maya glanced outside. It was still sunny outside. Maybe she could take a walk down to the coastline. Pulling on a coat, she opened the door and stepped outside, feeling the breeze that played with her hair. As Maya neared the rocky shore, she smelled a fowl scent, like rotting eggs and it almost made her vomit. Suddenly, a figure in black suddenly jumped right in front of her, and tackled her onto the ground. They wrestled and rolled down the rocky hills, until he jumped back and Maya took her opportunity to scramble away. Standing up, she could see the figure better. He had a dark cloak and black mask covering his face. He launched himself and, screaming, Maya ducked to cover her face. They tumbled over until they reached the edge. Dark, swirls of water lapped hungrily below. Just as Maya gathered up all her hopes, wishes and last words, a voice made her heart almost explode, and then melt into liquid rainbows and unicorn sparkles.
“You are arrested,” a police officer said, pointing his gun at the figure. “And you, little girl, might want to see this.” He offered his hand to her and she took it gratefully. “The weird smell you were smelling was a washed up whale. A white whale, as a matter of fact. An albino whale. And don't worry, he's being taken cared of and he'll live.”
As Maya walked, well stumbled, down the hill, she caught sight of the most beautiful whale. She got so near him, with the doctor's permission, that she stretched out her hand and gently touched his silky skin with her fingertips. His sleek, white belly covered was covered with wet rags and gashes of red lined his fins, but there was happiness and relief in his big blue eyes.
If the whales were ending, she didn't know what beauty was anymore.
If The Whales Are Ending
“What on Earth do you mean they're gone?” Maya demanded.
“I'm sorry darling, the one of the two last albino whales in the world has disappeared. Without him, they cannot continue the cycle of the albino whales.” Her father replied, eyeing her worriedly like a ticking bomb.
“But the trackers, surely they could've just fallen off?” Maya argued desperately. When her dad shook his head, she threw down the newspaper she'd been reading and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Maya has always been obsessed with whales, albino whales especially. Now she looked at the pictures, magazine photos and articles stuck around her room, and felt the a hole inside her grow. Tears started to trickle down her face as her eyes caught a poster with her favourite words; “If whales were ending, no one would know what beauty was.”
Since she was three, Maya always walked down to the rocky coastline, sometimes alone, and sometimes with her parents, or friends. And if she was lucky enough, she could sometimes see sleek, grey fins rise up to the surface, and then disappear under again. Sometime splashes of water would also spurt out, dancing and twirling.
Maya glanced outside. It was still sunny outside. Maybe she could take a walk down to the coastline. Pulling on a coat, she opened the door and stepped outside, feeling the breeze that played with her hair. As Maya neared the rocky shore, she smelled a fowl scent, like rotting eggs and it almost made her vomit. Suddenly, a figure in black suddenly jumped right in front of her, and tackled her onto the ground. They wrestled and rolled down the rocky hills, until he jumped back and Maya took her opportunity to scramble away. Standing up, she could see the figure better. He had a dark cloak and black mask covering his face. He launched himself and, screaming, Maya ducked to cover her face. They tumbled over until they reached the edge. Dark, swirls of water lapped hungrily below. Just as Maya gathered up all her hopes, wishes and last words, a voice made her heart almost explode, and then melt into liquid rainbows and unicorn sparkles.
“You are arrested,” a police officer said, pointing his gun at the figure. “And you, little girl, might want to see this.” He offered his hand to her and she took it gratefully. “The weird smell you were smelling was a washed up whale. A white whale, as a matter of fact. An albino whale. And don't worry, he's being taken cared of and he'll live.”
As Maya walked, well stumbled, down the hill, she caught sight of the most beautiful whale. She got so near him, with the doctor's permission, that she stretched out her hand and gently touched his silky skin with her fingertips. His sleek, white belly covered was covered with wet rags and gashes of red lined his fins, but there was happiness and relief in his big blue eyes.
If the whales were ending, she didn't know what beauty was anymore.
Last edited by tigeress_ (July 2, 2026 08:28:13)
- icebunny11
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
Well, since I just couldn't help it, I had to continue writing from last sessions weekly after developing such an amazing story. I fear this might become a recurring event, since I'm getting way too attatched to these characters…
I liked it over here!
Let's give you some backstory, or perhaps a recap: Freska and Gray are out venturing past the city's limits in search of Rustips, a special blue flower needed for Freska's grandfather and his medicine. That is when they stumbled across a cave with five sages, talking about how their sky was fake? The darkness they are made to live in is apparently a sort of veil, something along the lines of an experiment for humanity. It is one thing for Gray to hear this, who lives in the upper sector, but Freska cannot process the information living in the lower sector, where people starved every day under the cold sky. Billions had died after this tragedy, and because of the lack of food or warmth, more people were destined to die no matter what. Many had accepted it as fate, for humanity to slowly die out unless rich enough to live in the upper sector. In fact, the parts of Earth which weren't near the heaters were completely bare. Once beautiful nations were but dark grey grasslands and dead fields. Oceans had frozen up in some parts, and new wildlife had started to develop after most of it had gone extinct.
However, the dread of hearing the expression, “This experiment,” as if it had ended the livelihoods of people all across the globe, was like a stab to Freska's gut.
“What…” She crouched down near the Rustips at her feet, running her fingers along the neon petals, glowing in the night sky. “…What did they mean by that?”
Gray had nothing to answer. For once, he came truly at an absolute blank, and it irked him to no end. He was used to having answers, used to having the context of things, but for this he was at a complete loss. “I don't know, Blue.”
“Does that mean that all of this is fake?” She was trying desperately not to raise her voice, knowing that any one of the sages could try to sneak up on their makeshift shelter. “Does that mean that all the illness and weakness the lower grounds have gotten were for absolutely nothing?”
“I don't know, Blue!” Gray wasn't any less frustrated than she was, rubbing the bridge of his nose and clenching his eyes shut. Surely, his father would have told him about this, considering the fact that he was a council member, considering it was so important. Then again, does he really tell you anything? “But you have to snap out of it so we can make it safely back to my apartment, okay? Here, put all the Rustips you want in my bag, and we can take them back there, but you have to get up now.”
She brushed away her navy locks from her eyes, taking a few breaths to try and settle the horror in her stomach, but failing. “How do you expect me to just forget about this-?!”
“Listen,” he crouched down next to her. “If you get up right now, I promise we'll go search for Hueguns right after instead of tomorrow.” Instead of holding out his hand, he held out his bag, which was as good as she was ever going to get. She gnawed at her lip for a few seconds before angrily grabbing his bag and starting to toss flowers in.
“Fine.” Was what she said.
Thankyou, was what Gray knew she meant.
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Wordcount: 575/500
Topic: Today, imagine one of your most egregious misheard lyrics as a title
Points: 600+200 for proof
Cabin: Dystopian-Xenofi love child
Misheard lyric:
We already know who’s in control (Light a Flame)
Well, since I just couldn't help it, I had to continue writing from last sessions weekly after developing such an amazing story. I fear this might become a recurring event, since I'm getting way too attatched to these characters…
I liked it over here!
Let's give you some backstory, or perhaps a recap: Freska and Gray are out venturing past the city's limits in search of Rustips, a special blue flower needed for Freska's grandfather and his medicine. That is when they stumbled across a cave with five sages, talking about how their sky was fake? The darkness they are made to live in is apparently a sort of veil, something along the lines of an experiment for humanity. It is one thing for Gray to hear this, who lives in the upper sector, but Freska cannot process the information living in the lower sector, where people starved every day under the cold sky. Billions had died after this tragedy, and because of the lack of food or warmth, more people were destined to die no matter what. Many had accepted it as fate, for humanity to slowly die out unless rich enough to live in the upper sector. In fact, the parts of Earth which weren't near the heaters were completely bare. Once beautiful nations were but dark grey grasslands and dead fields. Oceans had frozen up in some parts, and new wildlife had started to develop after most of it had gone extinct.
However, the dread of hearing the expression, “This experiment,” as if it had ended the livelihoods of people all across the globe, was like a stab to Freska's gut.
“What…” She crouched down near the Rustips at her feet, running her fingers along the neon petals, glowing in the night sky. “…What did they mean by that?”
Gray had nothing to answer. For once, he came truly at an absolute blank, and it irked him to no end. He was used to having answers, used to having the context of things, but for this he was at a complete loss. “I don't know, Blue.”
“Does that mean that all of this is fake?” She was trying desperately not to raise her voice, knowing that any one of the sages could try to sneak up on their makeshift shelter. “Does that mean that all the illness and weakness the lower grounds have gotten were for absolutely nothing?”
“I don't know, Blue!” Gray wasn't any less frustrated than she was, rubbing the bridge of his nose and clenching his eyes shut. Surely, his father would have told him about this, considering the fact that he was a council member, considering it was so important. Then again, does he really tell you anything? “But you have to snap out of it so we can make it safely back to my apartment, okay? Here, put all the Rustips you want in my bag, and we can take them back there, but you have to get up now.”
She brushed away her navy locks from her eyes, taking a few breaths to try and settle the horror in her stomach, but failing. “How do you expect me to just forget about this-?!”
“Listen,” he crouched down next to her. “If you get up right now, I promise we'll go search for Hueguns right after instead of tomorrow.” Instead of holding out his hand, he held out his bag, which was as good as she was ever going to get. She gnawed at her lip for a few seconds before angrily grabbing his bag and starting to toss flowers in.
“Fine.” Was what she said.
Thankyou, was what Gray knew she meant.
- starryy-silk
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
⪻ daily 2 ♪ 7/2/2026 ⪼back to directory
saki by le sserafim – “on read” from “i’m that”
. a simple morning with nothing of note to be expected – at least that’s what little miss saki thought.
but as she walked into the little cafe that she always came to get her breakfast, she was met with an unpleasant, and to be frank, vulgar surprise.
for what she found was her wondrous – or what she thought was wondrous – group of friends talking and meeting.
without her!!
what were they doing here? there was erikantsil, adkinlate, loistenawy, pirtesenet, everyone she was close with! everyone in her friend group! but they were here and they didn’t invite her and they excluded her but why?
some kind of mistake likely? perhaps they were planning a surprise for her! but no – saki didn’t remember having any special events. no, her birthday just passed and there were no events in the near future.
oh. oh.
and so crashed all the warning signs that she missed. whenever she texted them, they left her on read. even when she had a question about homework and other important matters, all she saw was the little “on read” message on the bottom of her texts.
need us to forget all the inside jokes that she had not a clue about whenever they met? or the fact that they kept sidestepping her interjections and thoughts and whatnot whenever she spoke?
it all made sense now.
and yet, a trickle of curiosity.
why? why was she specifically left out?
was there a true, hearty concern for her? or perhaps there was no logical reason besides an unwarranted annoyance to her.
she watched them continue talking, continue laughing, not one showing signs of missing little miss saki.
was she sad? was she mad?
no, what she felt was a mere…annoyance, let’s call it.
it pained her to admit that she felt that this was a gift that was overdue. after all, being berated from insults repeatedly over the years squashed the guilt and regret that she would’ve contained. it was better that they were gone and erased from her life.
and so, little saki made a promise to herself. a small sprout of reassurance that’ll eventually bloom into revenge.
yes, she promised. she will see the end.
***
several years had passed from that one fateful encounter. and if we were to judge this story unbiasly – it is clear that saki has won.
she left quickly after making a small promise. she withdrew all her help that she gave to her friends. she ignored them for the rest of the school year.
when asked “why did you leave?” or “why aren’t you helping us?” or any such mundane and bothersome question, it was her that left them on read.
and when they attempted to talk to her in real life? well, saki made new friends. she was too busy with them that – oh such a shame! – they were unable to find any space to inquire her anything!
and finally, finally, she dug up the past. screenshots of harrasements that they done. that they thought they would get away with. texts of them mocking her and several others.
when these document dropped – so did their grades and any chances of a prosperous future.
it was all too perfect! she thought.
and to use the popular quote, she never looked back.
556/500 words
- -NightGlow-
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily 2: Misheard Song Lyric
word count - 523 words
chosen lyrics - “like flowers from a tube”
Our calls echoed into the night as the embers lingered in the air. We were alone, by ourselves, and nobody was coming to save us. What started off as a dream quickly turned into a nightmare that I wouldn't have even wished upon my worst enemy. You what really hurts though? It's the thought that everybody know and love thinks that you're gone.
They mourn, they cry, yet here you are - stranded. Alone. With nothing but five other teenagers who don't know if they're ever going to make it out alive. But hey, at least we're trying. These thoughts filled my mind each passing night. Each day served as a reminder of one more chance that we had lost, a shot of recovery that somehow always seemed to fall short.
I've been always been an optimist and I know that the only way we're getting out of here is if I continue to be. It's draining sometimes, but who's going to push us to look for a new escape if I'm not the one. We're all done, tired, and fed up. It's only a couple more days until…
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The rumbles echoed deep into the night. I couldn't possibly sleep- it was a deep resonance almost like something was echoing below the ground. I anxiously pulled over the cover in attempt to drown out the noise, at least for the time being so that I could get some sleep. Nothing seemed to work though and so, I decided to take a venture out. I knew it probably wasn't safe with whatever creatures were lurking but I knew that my brain wouldn't stop spinning out of control until I solved this mystery.
As I tiptoed down the corridor the floor boards creaked. Suddenly, the lights went on and there stood Jazzy.
“Stacey! Where are you going to late at night?”
“Don't you hear it, Jaz? That annoying drumming sound,” I asked, trying to convince her that I wasn't just being paranoid. Nobody else seemed to be bothered by it.
“Girlll what are you on about? The only sounds I hear are the floorboards creaking,” she chuckled, “and that's obviously because of you!”
“Ughh it's not a joke. I'm going, are you coming?”
“Ooh fun! Who doesn't love an adventure!” And so, the two of us made our way out of the mini campsite (if you could really call it that after the last attack). We hobbled down the stoney path, and I was guiding the way. Our flashlights shined brightly amidst the firefly glow, luminating the path ahead. Biolumiscent mushrooms glimmered in the moonlight and there in the certain of it all lay a frozen patch of flowers. Shards of plastic were dispersed in the area as we frantically sifted through the petals in an attempt to find some sort of clue.
Suddenly, the droning stoped and only the night crickets could be heard besides the cool oceanside breeze.
“Wait! I can't hear it anymore,”
“Stace- there was never any sound in the first place. Let's just go back…”
word count - 523 words
chosen lyrics - “like flowers from a tube”
Our calls echoed into the night as the embers lingered in the air. We were alone, by ourselves, and nobody was coming to save us. What started off as a dream quickly turned into a nightmare that I wouldn't have even wished upon my worst enemy. You what really hurts though? It's the thought that everybody know and love thinks that you're gone.
They mourn, they cry, yet here you are - stranded. Alone. With nothing but five other teenagers who don't know if they're ever going to make it out alive. But hey, at least we're trying. These thoughts filled my mind each passing night. Each day served as a reminder of one more chance that we had lost, a shot of recovery that somehow always seemed to fall short.
I've been always been an optimist and I know that the only way we're getting out of here is if I continue to be. It's draining sometimes, but who's going to push us to look for a new escape if I'm not the one. We're all done, tired, and fed up. It's only a couple more days until…
- - -
The rumbles echoed deep into the night. I couldn't possibly sleep- it was a deep resonance almost like something was echoing below the ground. I anxiously pulled over the cover in attempt to drown out the noise, at least for the time being so that I could get some sleep. Nothing seemed to work though and so, I decided to take a venture out. I knew it probably wasn't safe with whatever creatures were lurking but I knew that my brain wouldn't stop spinning out of control until I solved this mystery.
As I tiptoed down the corridor the floor boards creaked. Suddenly, the lights went on and there stood Jazzy.
“Stacey! Where are you going to late at night?”
“Don't you hear it, Jaz? That annoying drumming sound,” I asked, trying to convince her that I wasn't just being paranoid. Nobody else seemed to be bothered by it.
“Girlll what are you on about? The only sounds I hear are the floorboards creaking,” she chuckled, “and that's obviously because of you!”
“Ughh it's not a joke. I'm going, are you coming?”
“Ooh fun! Who doesn't love an adventure!” And so, the two of us made our way out of the mini campsite (if you could really call it that after the last attack). We hobbled down the stoney path, and I was guiding the way. Our flashlights shined brightly amidst the firefly glow, luminating the path ahead. Biolumiscent mushrooms glimmered in the moonlight and there in the certain of it all lay a frozen patch of flowers. Shards of plastic were dispersed in the area as we frantically sifted through the petals in an attempt to find some sort of clue.
Suddenly, the droning stoped and only the night crickets could be heard besides the cool oceanside breeze.
“Wait! I can't hear it anymore,”
“Stace- there was never any sound in the first place. Let's just go back…”
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