swc daily july ‘26
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Have you ever listened to or read about fairytales or folklore? In most cases, many of these stories have wholesome endings, such as Cinderella ultimately finding happiness after escaping her evil stepmother. But what if we change that? Today, you’ll be retelling a fairytale with a plot twist of your own - perhaps instead of finding a lover, Cinderella finds happiness in taking revenge on her stepmother! Write 500 words for 450 points, and earn an additional 250 points for sharing proof.

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In the sleepy town of Alsace, there once lived a girl named Bella, a girl who needed a makeover. She didn't seem to have her own identity and she lived with her sister, Alice, who was never around because she was always exploring and following a fluffy white rabbit.

In the span of two years, Bella went through multiple gender changes, but none of them seemed to fit her personality.

She always aspired to be like the Belle in the Fairy Tales, dressing in a golden yellow dress every day, but she wasn't very rich and elevated to be like Belle, so instead she was just Bella, an ordinary girl, who like drawing and writing.

Bella would always get made fun of her ordinary personality by her classmates, and she needed a change.

One day, she decided to follow in her sister's footsteps and explore around. She had no map, no bicycle, no telephone and not even a picture card of her sister. All she had for her excursion was herself and her curiosity.

The next bright sunny morning Bella set foot on the cobblestone path as soon as sunrise entered the morning fog. She was ready to escape reality and to enter a fantasy.

The journey was simple.

Find a new home.

Everywhere she looked, there was no home that appealed to her.

Leaves. Sticks. Bushes. Mud. None of it was unique. She did stumble across a couple squirrels that she decided to take with her to wherever her next home was, but even that wasn't magical enough. She did love animals, just as much as Aurora from the fairy tales did, but she'd hoped that something magical would come out from them.

“hi there little squirrel, are you lonely?” Bella cried out to the squirrel.

The squirrel nodded.

"What's your name?" Bella said in the sweetest voice. 'Oh right. Darn it. Animals can't talk and will never talk.

Then Suddenly…

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“Alvin.” the squirrel chirped.

Bella shrieked so loud the trees started to rumble.

“I know. I know. I talk, can you believe it?” Alvin replied, with a soothing voice.

'CURIOUS AND CURIOUSER!' Bella thought to herself. 'Best day ever. So far.'

“Merlin's Beard, this is incredible!!” Bella exclaimed.

Alvin gave a little chuckle. “It is pretty weird on an ordinary day to be talking to a talking squirrel.”

“Weird?” Bella questioned and gave a little laugh. “It's brilliant! I love it!”

“Well then, I assume you know what I'm here for?” Alvin asked.

Bella shook her head.

“Story time.” Alvin started. “I've been watching you ever since you were a little girl. Or boy. Or girl and I've noticed you've been more depressed these days, not wanting to be like Tinkerbell or Belle or Tiana like you used to.”

Alvin paused and Bella nodded her head slowly.

“It's not fun to see the Disney magic drift away from a teenager with a little kid heart and my job is exactly that! The reason why you're talking to me is because I want to make your childhood heart feel magical again.” Alvin explained.

"Stop! I'm not five anymore. I don't believe in talking animals anymore. I'm not Aurora. I don't want to be anything like Aurora. She's weird." Bella protested.

Alvin shook her head.

How am I supposed to convince her? How am I supposed to ingrain the magic back into her?

“A-Aurora I-Is S-st…” Bella said, as the voice echoed out of Alvin's head.

“ENOUGH!” Alvin exclaimed, with a look of angst on her face. “Follow me!”

"AND WHERE EXACTLY ARE YOU TAKING ME?“ Bella freaked out.

”Please, just listen to me for once!“ Alvin argued. ”Can you just for once, for today only be a little kid again? I came here for you and I need you to do me a favor. Be the sweet, charming Bella you used to be. Do it for your sister, Alice.“ Alvin replied, with a calming voice.

”I HATE ALICE!! I HATE WONDERLAND!! I HATE THE CHESHIRE CAT!! I HATE THE WHITE RABBIT!! I HATE THE DORMOUSE!!“ Alice broke out into screams and suddenly tears. ”I-I H-h-hate my sister. I feel like a little girl again. A disgraceful crying baby. I hate myself.“ Bella sobbed out to Alvin.

Alvin put her shoulder around Bella and embraced her.

”You are not disgraceful. Don't say those things, they aren't true, you are one of the sweetest girls ever and I've seen you around your whole life. You just need a bit of reminding of your magical self.“Alvin reassured.

”Follow me on our journey to the Opalite City, you need a break from life Bella.“ Alvin paused.

Bella continued sobbing.

”Magic only works with the pure hearted and you're one of a very special kind!“
”We just need to work that magic back into your pure heart." Alvin finished.

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swc july ‘26 late 4k intro
4008 words (oh * how the heck did i write that much i am not okay)

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hii! I know I'm incredibly late to the thousand word intro, but that’s because I was at a very fun and life changing church retreat! But I'm back now and that’s a story for a different day unless I need things to talk about and words to write! I’ll stop rambling now and I’ll actually write my very late intro that I’ve been saving for a while now and hopefully I’ll be able to reach 100k word goal by the end of this month (mouse you’re such an inspiration from march 2025 and i aspire to write as much as you do, same to you toko, i want to be scary rawr) I have no clue what to yap about in this intro, but it’s cabin wars, hooray!

anyways hii i’m chocolate, using she/her pronouns and i’m a co-leader for mystery alongside the wonderful wari (@penguin-vibes) and hope (@euphoriafall), who are lovely to work with and I could talk on and on about them for ages, but we will only yap about them if we need more to talk about! once again, a 4k intro and I have no idea what to yap about. the reason why i’m doing a 4k intro is because i need to keep my intro streak up. in july 2025, i wrote 1k for my intro, in november 2025 i wrote 2k for my intro, in march 2026 i wrote 3k for my intro and now that it’s july 2026, i’m aiming to write 4k! last session was pretty much a struggle to write 3k words talking about myself and I also had little time because of school, so I’m hoping since I have more time this session and school is out, I can get a lot of writing done from just talking about myself ;D I feel really motivated to write a lot this session, so hopefully I have enough things to say about myself!

Last time in my 3k intro, I rambled on and on about my scratch camp history and my experience in each of my swc cabins. I also focused a lot on my hobbies last session and I haven’t figured out what I want to write about this time, so I guess I’ll share a few facts about myself and we’ll see where the wind blows me <3

I mentioned earlier that I wasn’t able to write a 4k intro because I was at church retreat, now if you haven’t guessed already! I’m a Christian and because of how life changing my retreat was, I wanted to start up Camp Galations, which is a bible scratch camp that hasn’t happened in a while and I wanted to partake in it on a leadership side. I won’t go too much into it to prevent spoilers for our upcoming session, but I will just say that I’m so incredibly happy with the way that church retreat has left such a lasting impact on my life–I’m very excited for our upcoming session and how things will play out closer to the time.

Moving on, another hobby that takes up the majority of my time besides writing for swc (coughs a bit 4k intro) would probably be music. Music has taken up a huge chunk of my time and life, both listening to music and learning instruments. When I was younger, the very first instrument I learned how to play was the piano. I kind of got forced into it because my family owned a piano and they wanted me to learn how to play it. Like many things, I hated practicing piano and making mistakes and I found it hard. But over time, I learned that many things in life are going to be hard and you just have to keep working at it to get better and better. So I did. I got so good at playing the piano, until I stopped around 2020. Around the pandemic, I lost motivation and eventually all that practice time started to rush out of my head. Luckily, I still know some basics, but I definitely can’t play as fast and smoothly as I used to. Recently, in the past couple years, I picked up piano back up again a little bit, but I’ve just been learning piano chords and riffs.

Nowadays, since I’m not really playing the piano anymore, I’ve switched over to guitar and singing and songwriting. Starting with guitar, I got my first guitar when I was five I think? Then, I didn’t play much because my fingers hurt from pressing the strings so much, which made it uncomfortable to play. I can totally understand that now because a five year old trying to play the guitar seems painful ouch or maybe I’m just weak :sob: Two years ago, I wanted to try picking guitar back up again and actually learning how to play. Like everything, my guitar skills were weak and needed practice. Every weekend and every day (I tried every day, but some days got me too busy with school ToT), I practiced every day to the point where I started and now am starting to create collaborations with singers in the singing community. I feel like my guitar growth has really grown so much in the span of so many years and I’m looking forward to hopefully getting more into more collaborations with professional music artists hopefully ;D

Moving on from guitar, I also have been trying to learn drums and music production. Starting with drums, I don’t technically have a drum set yet, but I have aspiring dreams to maybe one day become a drummer or a type of drummer? Even though I don’t have a drum set, I do have a cajon box drum (if that counts). I haven’t played in a while because I’ve been very busy with other events, but I will just say that with me becoming a drummer, there are very low chances. I have terrible terrible rhythm, I can’t keep time very well and I’m usually always the one who is off beat. I’m not trying to say this to humiliate myself, but I want to learn and grow and get better with drumming and rhythm. This is a pretty recent dream of mine and I feel like drumming could definitely help improve my rhythm, but I could be wrong–maybe I’ll always be bad at rhythm, which is unfortunate or I need practice like I mentioned earlier. My drumming career hasn’t taken off very far, that’s for sure, but just know that drumming is one of those hobbies I’m aspiring to do one day and it’s probably too impossible for me to do, to be totally honest. All you need to know though is that it’s something I’m interested in learning more about, but I probably am not skilled enough for it.

As for music production, music prod is a hobby that I’m also interested in learning more about. More recently, I’ve been putting together some guitar and drum covers on scratch and I’ve been talking to Potang (@Builder_53_Studios) about helping me with these things. He isn’t just helping put together my covers to make them sound good, but he’s helping me with simple music production. The reason why I want to learn music production is not only because I want to be able to put together and edit covers, but it’s simply because it seems like a really cool and fascinating hobby. I love experimenting with different styles of music and I want to be able to produce music of my own and perhaps help produce backing tracks for others. Again, music production isn’t a hobby that I’ve dived too deep into yet, but I hope that in future intros and in the future in general, I’ll be able to learn more about music production and hopefully get to the stage where I’m producing music of my own. (Potang, you’ve inspired me so much, ilyyy)

In addition to playing music, I also really enjoy listening to music. Listening to music is another one of my hobbies and I love how when I listen, I escape reality and forget about the negatives of life. I also really love how there are so many music artists and genres out there–it’s honestly pretty intimidating because the list keeps growing, but so far I have my go-to artists, which include Olivia Rodrigo, Olivia Dean, Hozier, the Oh Hellos, BLÜ EYES, Sierra Sikora, beabadoobee, Phoebe Bridgers and Lana Del Rey. These are probably too many artists to talk about individually so I’ll talk about the ones I haven’t listed before. I know I probably have already talked about Olivia Rodrigo, but I have to come here and say I love her new album so much <33 It’s so solid and all of the songs are literally my favorite like if you ask me my favorite song from or3, don’t do that because it’s like picking a favorite child. I love how some songs have more dreamycore singer-songwriter vibes, but I also like how some other songs are more rock style. I feel like Olivia Rodrigo has really grown as an artist in the last couple years and so far or3 has got to be my favorite. Another artist I’ve recently gotten into is Sierra Sikora (thank you lune and eva hehe <33). I love how she plays the guitar like me and I really like how it gives off beachy, dreamycore singer/songwriter vibes. The melodies and harmonies are really pretty, with the mix of the vocals and guitar. My favorite Sierra Sikora songs would probably be Hopeless Summer, Dear Athena, Horizon Line and her cover of Creep by Radiohead, but I like Radiohead’s original better, which is another artist I forgot to mention, but also really like. Radiohead just doesn’t have many songs I like or that I listen to, so I hope that I can get more into Radiohead music in the future. Finally, the last artist I don’t think I’ve mentioned in previous intros before is that I’m into Phoebe Bridgers now. I used to not be a fan of her music, but I think over time, it’s grown on me and because I’ve used her music several times in scratch projects, I get so used to hearing the song on scratch and it becomes a go-to listen. Like I’d say my favorite Phoebe Bridgers songs are Scott Street, I Know The End, Waiting Room, Motion Sickness and Funeral. Part of the reason I like her music now is also because her music is in my favorite TV shows, which is my next paragraph!

I think that’s enough about my music passions because it’s time to talk about my obsession with binge watching TV shows. This hasn’t happened in a while, but when I get hooked and invested on a show (usually in the mystery genre haha), you can usually find me staying up at two a.m. binge watching an entire season, while eating and drinking my favorite snacks and beverages, dried mangoes, cookies, chips, and of course boba tea <3 But before we get into my cravings, that’s not what this paragraph is about–it’s about TV shows! I really enjoy watching Avatar: The Last Airbender (though I haven’t seen much of it in the past couple years lately ToT), When I Fly Towards You, Stranger Things, Wednesday, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, One of Us is Lying trilogy and The Summer I Turned Pretty. Sadly, a lot of these I just haven’t had time to sit down and watch, but I did finish watching Stranger Things, One of Us is Lying, and Wednesday, which I did very indeed enjoy watching all of them. Starting with Stranger Things, I um…binged like the entire show in a couple months. That's how good and mysterious it was–it was pretty scary, but the humor offsets it and ultimately makes it better and eventually I got used to the scare level! With One of Us is Lying, I also really enjoyed it! It was such a mystery and I probably binged the entire season in like a weekend, and I have yet to watch the rest of the trilogy, which I don’t believe has come out yet, so I’m looking forward to that! I haven’t read the series yet, but maybe I will. I wouldn’t call myself a very avid reader at all, so we’ll see how far that goes. Now, with Wednesday, saved the best for last ;D If you read my 3k intro in March, you noticed I co-led a Wednesday themed SWC cabin in November of 2025 and that probably was my favorite session (ilyy kiara and elly <333) I love all of the characters of Wednesday and how relatable some of them are–the show is done so well and I love the mystery thrown in and the animals and the humor, it’s incredibly well done. I did watch both seasons of Wednesday and probably binged them both in a weekend, you notice a pattern here ;D The show I haven’t shared yet is a totally different genre, but one of my favorites, The Summer I Turned Pretty! I haven’t figured out why I like this show so much, but I think it’s because of the characters? I like seeing the drama of Belly struggling to choose between Conrad and Jeremiah (JEREMIAH!!) Why am I already in season two of this, send help– I don’t really have any notes on this show because it’s hard for me to come up with the words to describe why I like the show– I don’t even know why I watch it or why I like it– send help– so I guess I’ll move on to my TV show snacks like I said I would :’) There really isn’t much to say about it except I’m a huge foodie, which comes in my next paragraph about food (i’m so hungry right now) <3

I’m so hungry right now so you can probably already guess what this paragraph is going to be about–FOOD! I’m a huge foodie and I love to eat <33 I used to not snack at all, but now that I’m older, I feel like I tend to snack a lot more especially when I’m writing or binging shows, like I mentioned in my previous paragraph. Given the choice between savories and sweets, I’d probably choose savory. I used to like sweets more and I was a sweet tooth, but I think in my mind, I’d choose a bag of chips over a bowl of ice cream because my stomach has become more sensitive to dairy ToT However, I do still enjoy eating cookies, literally any kinds of cookies, I’ll take it, it’s mine rawr ;D I’ll genuinely eat anything–I’m not picky and the only thing that I don’t like is celery, oranges, tangerines, ketchup and mustard, but even then that’s not much compared to what I hear my friends don’t like. I eat a lot of weird and interesting stuff lol. My favorite dinner foods are sushi and seafood <3 I’m so hungry right now so I might rush off to dinner after I finish this paragraph and send out my wars and then I’ll continue writing once I get some food in my stomach, my stomach is growling, I’m so hungry rawr. I think I’ll stop for now and keep writing later. How have I survived and gotten this so far lol. Am I even alive? lmao I don’t even know.

I’m back from dinner and I’m here to finish off my 4k intro! It’s been such a wild ride, but we’re halfway done so I guess I’ll keep rambling on about my hobbies. Another interest of mine, I love biology and anything STEM related! My favorite school subjects are math and science, preferably biology, though anything is fair game as long as it’s not chemistry or physics :skull: Something I really love about biology and maybe a field I want to go into one day is DNA/gene related healthcare. I find our DNA/genes really fascinating and I like how there’s always something new to discover. Recently, I’ve been wanting to go into a career field of maybe helping scientists cure and study diseases, to be more specific. I think it would make such a useful job and certainly, an interesting one. I also enjoy neuroscience! Ever since middle school, I’ve been fascinated by the brain and how it works–our brain is such an interesting part of our bodies and I think it would be really cool to also do something with for my career field, but of course that’s still a while from now and I have some time to think more about my future career. It’s hard though because my interests in these subjects keep changing, but I think neuroscience or working with DNA/genes could be something to pursue in the future for me.

Going hand in hand with STEM kind of, I’m also big into coding and computer science. I took a cs class this past year and I really enjoyed it, though when it came down to the coding portion of the class, I had a hard time understanding some of the concepts, but I think it’s still pretty useful, especially with all this AI technology going around, around the world. I have mixed feelings about it because on one hand, it’s a great resource for asking it to help you with certain things, but on the other hand, I’m afraid it could take over the whole world, replacing jobs and becoming the dystopian society that waterfall’s cabin dystopian is based on right now (literally so relatable wow). I probably shouldn’t worry too much about it, but I’m just not sure how the world is going to change and how how we view the world is going to change. Back to coding and my cs class, we were learning Python coding! I had some previous knowledge with Python in the past, but the class definitely helped me to learn and grow in the coding and Python area, though I still can’t code on Scratch ToT which is ironic because aren’t you supposed to know how to code on scratch before Python I don't even know, and it’s also ironic because I’m not even coding on scratch, I’m writing XD It’s funny how and why things are the way they are now! Back to coding though, I’m hoping to learn more coding languages and hopefully be able to program a little game in the future (that would be awesome) and maybe have SWCers play my game in the far future too! It’s crazy to see how much SWC has impacted my life and I’m thankful for everyone who has been there for me at any given point in that time, which leads me to my next and perhaps hopefully final(?) paragraph about SWC and the cabins I’ve been in and how it’s shaped my life and how I want it to shape other future generations and their lives (swc impact question wow).

For the final paragraph, that leaves us to talk about SWC. I won’t ramble too long about the SWC cabins I’ve been in because I did that last session in my 3k intro and that went a little way too long and was probably really boring to read. Instead, I think I’ll talk about the ways SWC has impacted my life and how I want it to impact others lives as well (literally just the swc impact question but in 800 words XD). I remember in 2021 I found out about SWC from someone and I totally ignored them and was like there aint no way I’m joining that because I don’t want SWCers to hack me. Then a few months flew by and I believe it was July 2022 where I became obsessed with that particular Fantasy cabin (I think it was Cae who led it?) I became wildly obsessed with Fantasy’s cabin trailer and I was begging for Fantasy cabin like YOOOOOO THIS IS A SICK CABIN TRAILER I WANT TO BE IN FANTASY!!!! I was pretty obnoxious and weird at the time, probably the hosts thought I was really annoying, and so I think I asked to be pinged for camper signups for November 2022 and I was like OH PLEASE GIVE ME FANTASY I NEED IT LIKE NEED IT REALLY BAD (similar to maybe serrie begging for mystery this session except more extreme and more obnoxious). I think I didn’t quite understand what cabins were and I thought my epic Cae Fantasy cabin would somehow be in November too? Anyway, when camper lists rolled out, I received a cabin invite for Fan-Fi and was like HUHHH I WANTED FANTASY NOT FAN-FI. I was genuinely really mad because I don’t remember Fan-Fi being on my cabin preferences and I listed three cabin preferences down too and still didn’t get what I wanted. Somehow a host, Sun, got roped in somehow (ilyy now sun) and I was like UH OH IM IN TROUBLE and I started freaking out, but it turned out Sun was just giving me a talk down. It was then apparent that I clearly had a rough time getting into SWC because I might’ve skipped the March 2023 session on purpose for that reason, which I regret not doing so much. I should have signed up for March 2023 because everyone keeps saying that was such a great session and I missed it ToT From July 2023 onward, it was fine after that because I somehow finally found a way to fit in with everyone. Everyone here is so kind and welcoming and supportive and I love it here so much <33 I genuinely don’t know what I was thinking when I first signed up and I was a really weird kid back then, so if I met you back then, thank you for putting up with me and my weird era, I regret a lot of messed up stuff in my past and if I had a do over, I would genuinely try to fix the brokenness of middle school me in SWC. I genuinely took SWC for granted and I regret every single part of that. I’m happy with where I’m at today though and all of the wonderful friends I’ve made here and in the singing community and I’m grateful to everyone who’s ever been by side <3 I want to thank all my (co)leaders who have put together so much work for their cabins or helped me put together so much work for my cabins, and I especially want to thank my (co)leaders of Fan-Fi November 2022 for putting up with me and my weirdness ToT I think you, Bookie were one of my co-leaders, which is ironic because you’re a camper in my Mystery now this session XD I love this community so much and I want to do anything to try to make future generations sessions as memorable and special as mine were <3

I think that’s all for my 4k intro now! Thank you again for reading all of this if you read this, I know it was a bit of a rant at the end, but I’m proud of where I’m at now with the friends I’ve made, the (co)leaders I’ve led cabins with and the amazing campers I’ve met! Everyone in this community is so sweet and supportive and I love you all so much, yall are actually the best and every single comment, silly or not, means the world to me and I hope to make even more of a session with everyone here the rest of this session, I know there will be some absolutely crazy chaos and I want to be there to experience every single minute of it with yall <3333333

I love you all so much <333 and I can’t believe I’ve written an entire 4k intro in one night!

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swc daily july ‘26
462 words
slept for 8 hours

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Welcome back from Cabin Wars! I sure hope you secured some sleep, because that’s what today's daily depends on! You can write whatever you wish, but however much you sleep depends on how many words you write! 1200 minus (hours slept x 100) words, the least amount of words you can write being 100. For example, if I slept 7 hours, I would need to write 500 words. You can get 300 points for this daily, with an additional 100 points for proof. Have fun!

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Long ago, in the peaceful town of Euglydia, there lived a young, little girl, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes named Sandy, who had aspiring dreams to become a real live singer one day. She was the only one though who wanted to pursue this dream, everyone else, including her own family kept bringing this dream down, so eventually she decided that she would chase this dream alone.

Sandy only had a couple friends, Lily and Sophie, who were supportive of this dream, but even with them, they didn't think she was capable of being a singer. They had only heard her singing once many decades ago, so that's what they based their decision on, but they didn't know how much Sandy's singing had improved.

One day at Lily's house, all three of the girls were doing a little singing talent show.

“Can I play keys?” Sophie originally asked.

“Sure, can I sing then?” Lily replied. “I'm the best singer here and if we ever record, we'll get more view because of me!”

“Um…actually I was going to sing…?” Sandy said, confusingly.

She wasn't the most assertive person, so it was always hard to get what she wanted. But when it came down to singing and music, she always fought for the singer part, but never got it, especially with her friends, specifically her friend, Lily.

“No you can't because I'm our lead singer, you can play blow fish horn,” Lily replied, as she gave out a little chuckle. Sophie chuckled too.

When will I ever get the part? I will never be good enough for anyone.

"For real, just the instance, can I sing? To prove it I'm a good singer“ Sandy persuaded, menacingly.

Lily gave an evil laugh and sighed. ”You will never be a good singer. You don't need to prove to us you're a bad singer because we already know you are. So either play the blow fish horn or leave our band and it's just me and Sophie. What are you going to do?“

Sandy started to whimper quietly.

”L-Lily, give her a chance please.“ Sophie cried. ”We haven't heard her sing in years anyway so she deserves a chance.“

”She doesn't deserve anything.“ Lily replied, with her arms crossed at this point.

Sophie sighed as she got up from her keyboard stool. ”Give her a chance please.“

”No.“ the answer echoed.

Sophie shook her head and gestured to Sandy. ”Let's go Sandy, we're making our own band.“

Sandy stood up, walked over to Sophie, held her hand and just that, the two girls now walked quickly out the door, leaving Lily alone, with no friends.

Lily sighed and started to second chance herself, ”I screwed everything up," she said as she started to tear up.

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swc weekly #2 july '26
1708 words

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part 1: self care sunday

listened to music for 30 minutes <3

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part 2: wellness walk

spent 30 minutes taking a walk outside and enjoying the fresh air and beauty of nature <3

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part 3: cooking, coloring, crafting

I crafted for 30 minutes and I basically made this lanyard thing (it’s basically endless BAHAHA), but I like doing it <3 hold on wait lemme attach a photo of it really quickly



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part 4: journaling

i wrote 792 words of journal and it felt so good, being able to just open up about my thoughts and feelings and life without having to doxx myself or anyone, it felt so good aaa <3

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part 5: 2026 review so far

i wrote 916 words of 2026 journal and it felt so good finally being able to openly write and rant about my life so far without having to worry about sharing online and doxxing my safety, thank you hosties for letting us not show proof, this was such a relieving exercise aaa <3

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swc daily july '26
827 words

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Do you have a project that you’ve put on the back burner for a bit too long? Or perhaps a shiny new idea in your notebook begging you to write it? Today, you can spend a day working on those projects (or another one) by writing whatever you want! Let the words flow and write at least 550 words for 600 points. Sharing proof earns you an additional 150 points!

mystery dystopian???

title ideas:

- dream crusher
- dreams crushed
- gone for good.

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OCTOBER 8 2078
23:46 pm

I open my eyes and all I see is white, artificial light blinding my eyes.

I immediately cover my eyes with the palms of my hands, only to realize something wasn't right, my hands strapped to a shiny, metal table. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here. In fact, I had no recollection of being transported here.

I remember standing in a dark void of emptiness feeling lost. Feeling hopeless.

Then somehow I end up here strapped to a table pinned down, with nobody near me to help explain to me why I'm here. I feel like a two year old all over again, throwing a raucous fit and kicking the table with my heels.

“SOMEBODY!!” I wailed, like a baby.

No answer.

“HELP ME!!” I cried again.

Still no answer, just an empty void of hopelessness, howling into my ear.

I lay on that harsh table, desperately waiting for someone to save me.

Nobody wanted to save me. Nobody came in. Nobody did everything.

I felt eyes weighing me down, monitoring every second. Eyes are going to be the bane of my existence.

What do you want from me, people? Just leave me alone and set me free.

I imagined myself pacing back and forth in Italy, I’ve always wanted to go there, it been my dream so as soon as someone can get me out of here, I can go live up that dream.

I waited.

Hours went by.

Then Minutes.

Then seconds.

Still no one.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Nobody truly loved me or wanted to help me, but I should be surprised why I’m here. Then suddenly, I could have sworn, I heard a thump, a heart beat like one at the turquoise gray door. Perhaps that could have just been a mirage that that was my own heartbeat begging to leave this place.

But then my dream true.

The door flung open and a doctor with a white lab coat walked in, as the door behind him slammed shut again.

I paused and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Sir, let me out of these…errr” I wiggled, trying to let loose of the velcro hand restraints.

He gave out a little chuckle, “Not quite.” The doctor turned his back on me and positioned himself towards the large computer spreadsheets. From what I could see, it seemed as if he was keeping tabs on people and making unusual observations. He didn’t seem like a doctor, he seemed like an evil sorcerer, wanting to destroy my life.

“I want to get out of this place!” I wailed impatiently.

He turned around and rolled his eyes at me, “I can understand why you may feel this way, but you have to cooperate with me.” He gave a little pause and continued, “we are going to be doing some tests which shouldn’t take too long.”

At this point, I couldn’t trust him.

I continued to wail and scream like a baby, who dropped an ice cream. But only this was no ice cream situation. This was life or death.

The doctor turned around again to face his computer and opened his drawer. He scrambled through his piles of pens, finally pulling out what looked like a syringe and a needle.

I screamed in pain, even though nothing was touching me. The sight of the needle made me sick and I panicked.

“Hold still!” the doctor exclaimed.

I did the opposite. I panicked and started screaming and wailing like a baby. I kicked with my heels as hard as I go and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, “Let me go!!”

The doctor rolled his eyes again, held the needle even tighter and squeezed me so hard I was bleeding, while he proceeded to push down another machine that looked like a dental chair.

But only this was no dental chair. It was a torture device!

The doctor pressed a lever to pull me and the table vertical and standing upright. I could see the doctor’s face now, a cold and harsh look of apathy and selfishness. He slid me on the table into a metal machine that looked like two claws on both sides about to grasp hold of me, never letting go.

I shivered in terror and wailed, “HELP!!!”

Now he really had hold of me and there was no escape.

He picked up the intimidating needle again and this time, each time it got closer, I screamed louder and louder, until finally it pinched my neck so hard, I felt this shear force of death grabbing me and not letting go.

I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to forget about the brutal pain, but the second I opened my eyes, I couldn’t.

With that, I lost my identity and my soul was crushed again.

But only it wasn’t just my soul gone.

It was all my dreams, crushed for good this time.

critique for goldenglorymindz
swc july '26
607 words

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hii, thank you for letting me critique your piece! first of all these are simply just my suggestions, so feel free to use however much or little of them as you want especially since this is your piece <3 but i hope you can find something helpful out of this!

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It wasn’t always like this. It just… stopped.

The little paintings on the wall, the nightly pillow fights, the times we would tell each other stories.

They were all gone.

It started out small. No more pillow fights, no more stories.

My parents called it growing up.

The door started closing more often.

“Your sister is tired, give her a break.” they said.

That door stayed shut.

She dropped out senior year. Threw out all her medals and certificates. Went back into her room and never came out.

Two, four, six, eight. Eight months since I last saw her.

Eyes almost completely shut. Drifting through the kitchen like a jellyfish.

Two, four, six. Six shades of gray in her life.

Opens her eyes and sees no color. Close them for another day.

Two, four. Four bottles of pills at her bedside.

She eats too much of them and nothing else.

Two. Two types of sound inside the house.

One is what we had years ago. The one with laughter and smiles.

Now it’s all silence.

in general i would fix this overall structure to be in a more poetic style like making it the same as the second half for consistency. I'm not used to seeing poetry like this, so fixing the format overall for this section would be better. I have more notes individually for each part though!

It wasn’t always like this. It just… stopped.

The little paintings on the wall, the nightly pillow fights, the times we would tell each other stories.

They were all gone.

It started out small. No more pillow fights, no more stories.

I am kind of confused here. I would try to explain the “what wasn't always like this” part better and maybe adding some context beforehand would help the reader narrow down what exactly is going on. maybe work on setting the scene and introducing the characters?

also pillow fights and stories is repetitive, so I would change that somehow. I'm not sure how to change it to a different word or you could re format it to fit better?

again, explain why these things are all gone, provide some context for the reader

My parents called it growing up.

The door started closing more often.

“Your sister is tired, give her a break.” they said.

That door stayed shut.

i like the idea of the door slowly closing, but rather than telling us, maybe you could show us more like “what she did behind the closed door and why that really bothered the parents.” you could maybe add some emotion because right now it feels a bit dry and boring like straight up facts without any emotion and kind of sounding like a robot

and again, giving us context for clarity would help give the story life!

She dropped out senior year. Threw out all her medals and certificates. Went back into her room and never came out.

this is a good starting point, but im still very confused. maybe you could add some reasoning as to why the sister is doing these things and again show some emotion on the character's perspective. i feel like there really isnt a main character at this point, so my suggestion would be to focus on one main character and their perspective and emotions on the whole situation

Six shades of gray in her life.

Opens her eyes and sees no color. Close them for another day.

maybe rather than stating that she has a six shades of gray, like a robot, you could instead list each one for context and clarity. also maybe write in complete sentences "She opens her eyes and no color is visible to her, only shades of black and white. She closes them for another day.

She eats too much of them and nothing else.

maybe add something about why she takes pills and whats the point in taking them?

I use the hear the valleys echo

this part is confusing; maybe clarify the wording of this part? you could maybe say "I used to hear…" i think you just have a grammatical error here!

And when it’s almost in my hands, it escapes once more.

you use “it” a lot and it just seems really dry and boring and like a “filler” word. it's also quite repetitive and gets quite boring throughout the story. so rather than saying it, you could explain what it is that is almost in the hands.

Trying to taunt me.

this phrasing seems a bit awkward and feels like no context, maybe add some context and clarity to what is trying to taunt the character and why it is trying to do so

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overall, this is beautiful! its quite a short poem, but that's okay, i think you should focus on adding more context, clarity and emotion in your writing piece and make it stand out more. and also maybe just focusing on only one main character's perspective and emotions since it can get quite confusing who the main character is and who is talking. of course you can have side characters and all, but its a good to have at least one main character and their perspective. but overall good job.

possible writing comp entry
'gone for good.'
swc july '26
862 words

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title ideas:

- dream crusher
- dreams crushed
- gone for good.

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OCTOBER 8 2078
23:46 pm

I open my eyes and all I see is white, artificial light blinding my eyes.

I immediately cover my eyes with the palms of my hands, only to realize something wasn't right, my hands strapped to a shiny, metal table.

I knew one thing for sure, I wasn’t supposed to be here. In fact, I have no recollection of ever being transported here.

The last thing I remember is being in a dark void of emptiness feeling lost. Feeling hopeless.

Then somehow I end up here strapped to a table pinned down, with nobody near me to help explain to me why I'm here. I feel like a two year old all over again, throwing a raucous fit and kicking the table with my heels.

“SOMEBODY!!” I grumbled, as my echo ricocheted right back to me.

No answer.

“HELP ME!!” I cried again.

Still no answer, just an empty void of hopelessness, howling into my ear.

I lay on that harsh table, desperately waiting for someone to save me.

Nobody wanted to save me. Nobody came in. Everyone did nothing.

I felt eyes weighing me down, monitoring every second. Eyes are going to be the bane of my existence.

What do you want from me, people? Just leave me alone and set me free.

I pictured myself pacing back and forth in Italy. I’ve always wanted to go there, it's always been my dream, so as soon as someone can get me out of here, I can live up that dream.

I waited.

Seconds went by.

Then Minutes.

Then Hours.

Still no one.

Did anyone care about me? Did anyone love me?
I shouldn’t be surprised if no one cared about me, but I should be surprised why I’m trapped here.

Then suddenly, I could have sworn, I thought I heard a heart beat-like thump at the turquoise gray-like door. Perhaps that could have just been a mirage that was my own heartbeat begging to leave this place.

But then my dream came true.

Or at last I thought it did.

The door flung open wide and a man in a white lab coat walked in, as the door behind him slammed shut again.

I paused and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Sir, let me out of these…errr” I wiggled, trying to let loose of the velcro hand restraints.

He gave out a little chuckle, “Not quite.” The man turned his back on me and positioned himself towards the large computer spreadsheets. From what I could see, it seemed as if he was keeping tabs on people and making unusual observations. He didn’t seem like a doctor, but rather a government secret agent, wanting to destroy my life.

“I want to get out of this place!” I shrieked.

He turned around and rolled his eyes at me, “I can understand why you may feel this way, but you have to cooperate with me.” He gave a little pause and continued, “We are going to be doing some tests which shouldn’t take too long.”

At this point, I couldn’t trust him.

I cried like a baby as if I just dropped my ice cream. But only this was no ice cream situation. This was life or death.

The man turned around again to face his computer and opened his drawer. He scrambled through his piles of pens, finally pulling out what looked like a syringe and a needle.

I screamed in pain, even though nothing was touching me. The sight of the needle made me sick.

“Hold still!” the man exclaimed with a little chuckle, as he went on with the procedure.

I did the opposite. I panicked and bawled as loud as I could. I kicked with my heels as hard as I could, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, “Let me go!!”

The man glared at me intensely, held the needle even tighter and squeezed me so hard I was bleeding. He didn’t care so he proceeded to push down another machine that looked like a dental chair.

But only this was no dental chair. It was a torture device!

The man pressed a lever to pull me and the table vertical and standing upright. I could see the man’s face now, a cold and harsh look of apathy and selfishness. He slid me on the table into a metal machine that looked like two claws on both sides about to grasp hold of me, never letting go.

I shivered in terror and cried, “HELP!!!”

Now he really had hold of me and there was no escape.

He picked up the intimidating needle again and this time, each time it got closer, I screamed louder and louder, until finally it pinched my neck. I felt this sheer force of death choking me and not letting go.

I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to forget about the brutal pain, but the second I opened my eyes, I couldn’t.

With that, I lost my identity and my soul was crushed again.

But only it wasn’t just my soul gone.

It was all my dreams, crushed for good this time.

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critique for chueythecat
swc july ‘26
729 words

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hii chuey <3 first of all, im so excited to get to critique your piece!! as I always say, these are simply my suggestions, so don’t feel like you have to use all of them if it doesn’t fit right with you, you do you xD but I hope you find something useful out of this critique!

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Add Amethyst’s meddling influence to that…

I’m a bit confused here as to who exactly Amethyst is and what is her role in the story. I think maybe you can add a bit more background information about Amethyst’s character, but rather than adding in random facts about her, it would help to add in facts about her that relate back to the main character and her importance in the story

It reminds her of nothing so much as a fish, thrust out of water, gasping and thrashing for life.

the wording is a bit confusing here and I feel a bit thrown off as to what’s going on in the storyline so far. I get what you’re trying to say kind of, but it starts to get more confusing the more I think about how it ties to the story, so it would help to restructure and rephrase the wording here

The time-warping technology — sitting innocently in her desk on Primus right now — did this. Such a small thing, capable of so much destruction.

You mention the time warping technology here, which gives such a nice tough and it’s almost sci-fi like, but I think you could maybe add a bit more physical detail about it? I feel like it’s there, but I don’t really know what it looks like when I picture it, so maybe more physical descriptive details on it?

They could stand a little shaking up.

this part could use a bit of clarification. I’m a bit thrown off here as to what exactly it is that could stand a little shaking up. is it the coordinates? is it the home dimension? is it a person? I think you could maybe add in a bit more details here to help the reader understand what’s going on better. also this part in general just isn’t my favorite in terms of wording since it can be quite confusing using the word “shaking up.” It would help to either explain this part in depth more or just remove the wording and rephrase it in a better way

Always so orderly. So careful. So responsible. Even as a child, she’d been the one holding her older sisters back, trying to drag them into sanity. It hadn’t worked too well.

I’m confused who’s talking here or who the narrator is talking about, this is kind of nitpicky, but I feel like you could maybe add some more context here about who this section is about and give us more detail on past and present context

“Turn in the device and stop meddling. In your defense, no one told you what it was capable of doing.”

I’m still kind of confused about this device and how it works. When you say “device,” I automatically connect it with a “phone” or “computer” but just a thought I feel like this part you could explain more about how powerful this device is especially with you saying “no one told you what it was capable of doing.” You could maybe add a sentence or two about the dangers of this device and how powerful it is?

Amethyst yanked, and she yanked back, and the strings started snapping…

Just a thought, but it could maybe help make this part stronger by adding details about sound. This would be such a perfect way to weave sound in here because of the “strings” and the “snapping.” Like maybe you can connect strings with an orchestra or snapping with drums of rhythm. This would be such a good music metaphor example <3

She'll make a choice.

I feel like something is missing after this part. You could maybe add some details about her feelings and the feelings of having to make a choice. I know it can be pretty stressful and difficult so maybe you can convey more emotion after this part?

But neither will she trust the people who want it back.

Who are the people who want it back? It would definitely help to expand on who it is and what their motives are for why they want it back. And why are the people not trustable? Maybe elaborate a bit more on this part?

The rest of your story looks phenomenal and I love the cliffhanger you left the story at!!

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overall, nice job on your story chuey!! you’re such a good writer and overall, I think with a bit of clarification and clarity and context and maybe a bit of conveying emotions in characters, you’ll have an even more phenomenal story, I really enjoyed reading this and it’s such an interesting piece <33 I really like the way you portrayed time in your story showing the past and future in addition to the present, you showed time really well and I hope that this critique helped you in a way!

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swc flower daily july ‘26
613 words

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The language of flowers dates back to Victorian England, where each blossom secretly carried with it a message for its recipient. For this daily, choose 3 flowers to incorporate into a 500 word piece full of hidden meanings and floral symbolism! You can explore the concealed messages behind each flower, from apple blossoms to zinnias, with Alba’s amazing guide ( https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/741579314/ ). Completing this earns you 400 points, with an additional 100 points for sharing proof.

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flowers i chose (i'm choosing based on my amazing sss bestie's nicknames <3):
chocolate: chamomile - energy
cat: carnation - fascination
rose: rose - love


I blink at the rose meadow in front of me, bright shades of red popping out in front of me, disrupting my vision. I take one last gaze up at the stars, knowing this was it.

This will be it.

I will be sitting in between my two best friends on my front yard porch, showing affection for them, arms huddled around both of their shoulders, giving both of them the tightest hug ever.

I was once a flourishing and blossomed flower, a chamomile of energy, showing my chaos and charisma for everything and everyone around me, making everyone smile no matter their mood.

I was the blossom of energy and now I could suddenly feel that bundle of chamomile being taken away from me. Without my best friends, I will cease to flourish. I will cease to exist.

I will soon be taking the last look at both of my friend's sparkling eyes. Cat's eyes, ones of a carnation, so talented, so understanding, so fascinating. Rose's eyes, so kind, so sweet, so loving. I love and will forever love my two best friends, who are always there for me, embracing me and making me cry, the good and the bad time. I love them both.

“Chocolate.” Cat said with a soothing tone. “Are you sure you're ready for this? For college?”

With eyes starting to water in my eyes, I nod slowly. “I-I'm going to miss this place. This meadow. You guys. I-I love you.”

Cat's heart sank, and her eyes started to waterfall too. “I'm going to miss you so much bestie, you don't understand how much you mean to me girlie. I love you even more.” Cat looked sincere and heartbroken.

'She understood me the most.' I thought to myself with a bittersweet, heartbroken heart.

Rose nodded slowly and added on with a gentle and somber voice, “Me too bestie. We'll both miss you. I love you.”

More tears start to pour down my face, like a sobbing waterfall, except stronger, more powerful and with more emotion. I sob harder and harder on that porch, letting out all my affection for my two best friends who've never left me.

It's hard to say goodbye to the people you love the most, to the sweet blooming carnation who understood every part of me and to the loving rose who never left me.

“I'm not ready.” I sobbed, but this time in a confident manner, “I'm not ready to leave.”

Though deep down, I knew I was letting my emotions take control. My brain alarms kept going off and I constantly was being reminded in that moment that I have no choice.

I knew saying goodbye to the people I loved the most was a part of life, but my emotions weren't letting go.

I stared at the bright orange array of colors in the evening sky as it extinguished into the foggy forest, for the final time. The last astonishing sunset of my life and the last gazes at my two best friends, extinguishing into the dark, mysterious fog.

I knew there were going to be new adventures to be made, but I didn't ever want to leave this adventure behind.

I leaned my two best friends towards me and gave them my final and tightest hug, Rose wrapping her right arm around my back and Cat embracing me for the final time, wrapping her left arm around me.

I continued to sob with them and I was never ever going to let the sobbing stop.

We all took one last look at each other, arms still wrapped tightly together, smiled and with a calming voice and said, “I love you.”

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swc weekly #3 july ‘26
2128 words

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part 1: pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea | 307/200 words

Buildup

Sophie flees her city that has always felt like the comfort and warmth of home
It’s hard emotionally, but she has no choice whatsoever
She's forced to leave her own country, with little food, little water and little protection
But mostly, she's all alone. She has no one to go with her
She's exasperated and fatigued
She traverses across the vast, dry and humid desert, legs falling weak and eyes blinded by the endless, dangerous sandstorms
After what feels like decades of hopelessness and dread, she reaches a gray, depressing government run building
There seems to be no hope for her yet
She reaches the doors of a new adventure, possibly?
Only to find cruel and controlling officers erasing every trace of her identity

Climax

Loads of papers to show
Only to realize they're of no use
Documents being thrown out,
“Leave me alone” she cries.
“I want my identity back! Give it back now!” she screams out some more
It’s no use now
She gets unwelcome stares from both of the officers interrogating her.
‘My life is over’ she thought
The immigration station really was a disorganized pile of havoc
And a place where people are erased for good

Resolution

She reaches the final interrogation counter, pouring into tears
There really was hope to get to new adventures in a new country.
Though she still had feelings for the rest of her family unable to get the freedom they truly deserved
‘Why do I get all the freedom?’
‘We all deserve a chance for freedom.’
This didn’t feel right escaping into new adventures by herself.
But regardless, she had no choice.
The minute she crossed that red chalk line on the ground, stepping into America,
She would finally be free
Even if it meant having to leave her heart for her family in her home country.

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part 2: i can see it now | (686/400)

Zooming In (255/200 words)

Walking through the immense, maze-like mall, Ellie heard a ring to the right of her. She twisted her head, and above the glass door a couple feet to the right of her, she saw a miniature copper-like bell, that sounded like reindeer bells at christmas time.

Ellie couldn't help her curiosity, so she decided to follow the familiar choir reindeer-like bells, leading her trailing into trails of sweet spices of cinnamon all around.

She was caught off guard by the immaculate and colorful glass case of baked dough, spreading out through the whole case. The airy, fried, crispiness of pastry dough intertwined with the sweet, buttery smells in the air brought back a familiar memory for her.

She couldn't help but think back to the time when she was a young little girl, shorter than her kitchen counter, always wanting to help out with serving her friends in the family owned bread business. Though she was never seen by her father as capable of manning the money. It was always the men in charge of the money in the family, and the men who went to work for the money. She and her mother were the ones forced to bake buttery and sweet pastries, which she enjoyed, behind the counter, but it was never her dream intention.

All she ever wanted was to get a job, a real job, earning her savings in front of the overly protective and bigoted counter. Her whole life, she fought and fought for freedom of employment, but always failed.

Zooming Out (431/200 words)

I open my eyes, only to see lights flickering and memories fading…

No wait, that doesn't seem right. CUT. Let's try that again.

I open my eyes, all five senses in motion, lights flickering above me, vibrations felt below me, metallic robust smells in the air above me, an annoying clicking sound coming from the right side of me, more flicking light coming from that same right side and finally, a tongue quenching something cotton candy-like in the sweet air.

With a head of buzzes and static going off in my ears, I feel around my surroundings, only to feel I'm on a hard metal surface, as hard as a piece of obsidian gemstone.

I hear voices, overcrowding my thoughts, and suddenly I can't move.

“She hasn't sensed a single portion of this earth.” One guard with the lower voice states.

“Let her see the world. Let her breathe it all in.” A lady with an alto pitched voice replies.

I squish my eyes shut with puzzlement, trying to drown out their thoughts and slowly drift back into my own thoughts.

What is earth? What is the world? What is breathing?

My heart thumps in panic and I jolt a bit off the table, as if something startles me.

“It's been 20 years and she's still sitting here on that wretched table!” someone nearby exclaims, with a frustrated voice. “Let her out!”

20 years is crazy. How am I alive? How was I kept alive? Who was with me? Why am I strapped to a table? Why is this table so wretched? I have so many unanswered questions and no one to go to.

Suddenly, I feel my wrists free and loosened, and I close my eyes again once more.

5 years later.

I came across a yellow road, made of stone and wood, but painted yellow of course. One minute I was strapped to a table five years ago, that felt like eternities ago, and the next I'm here still looking to find a family, but completely standing up with both feet on the ground, with the help of a talking moose.

What is this life? Why am I here? Where did my life go? Why was I strapped like a prisoner for the majority of my life? I'm not crazy, but now that Mr. Moose was helping me for the past 5 years, guiding me along my journey, he told me I'm just looking for a place to be seen.

So that's where I've been and hopefully someone will see me for my personality, rather than just my looks.

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part 3: they expected me to find somewhere, some perspective (263/200 words)

Character One: Ellie : First person : 102 words

I stepped out into the bright morning fog, rolling my eyes and sighing all morning. I knew I had to be the one to apologize and make it up to her. There was absolutely no way May was going to be the one to initiate fixing our relationship. Deep down, I wasn’t sorry for slapping her. Deep down, I never planned to ever make it up to her. I was going to be fine with a ruined relationship, but then of course someone has to step in and take the appropriate actions. I’ll apologize, but I won’t truly mean it. Not ever.

Character Two: May : Third person : 161 words

May walked out into a parking lot, ready to be gone forever. She was so fed up with the situation and her relationship with Ellie after the slapping. She rolled her eyes crossing the street into the park and she sat on a wooden bench to contemplate everything. She questioned Ellie’s sanity and why she could ever slap her.

She always admired and looked up to Ellie for everything, up until now, their first ever conflict with each other. May grumbled and she started tearing up, knowing that Ellie was her only friend and yet she has lost another friend once again.

May had always struggled with finding friends who seemed loyal to her because every time she tried to make a friend, she’d always come back to the same depressing start, the feeling of losing a friend.

That day, she cried and mourned for hours in the park, hoping one day a friend would come by and bring her home.

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part 4: something different bloomed, writing in my room (845/800 words)

I took a deep breath, grasping for air, as the ocean howled in a low whimper to me. It seemed like a call for help.

But what did it need me for?

The wind firmly blew my hair, blowing particles of sand into the knots of my hair. It seemed to be visible to everyone who came near me because one girl who had blonde hair with purple highlights at the ends of her hair, looked up at me funny and kept staring at the pebbles of sand in my hair, as if something looked off.

I shrugged.

I slowly walked inch by inch on the silky dusty sand, shivering in terror with every step I took and every step the ocean was leading me to take. I had no idea what was out there.

What was deadly out there? Will I return back to shore? What was the ocean trying to show me?

I had no one around me to spot me, except the weird girl with the blonde hair, who was the only person that I didn't trust to spot me. I had a very bad feeling about her. She seemed up to no good, one minute I'm alone and the next she pops up out of nowhere.

It is a little bit strange, so I didn't have the gut to even try to ask her.

I decided to go on my own, and if the ocean wanted me to risk my life, then so be it. I didn't care. But I was going to stay as far away from that girl as possible.

I walked another couple inches on the soft sand, still shaking. The water was already up to my waist, so there was no backing out now.

The girl with the blonde hair looked at me as if I was psychic, but this time rather than walking away, she kept staring at me, dead silent, as if she wanted to help me.

But I didn't want her help.

Not at all.

I struggled a few more inches closer to the unknown deep, gurgling up water, closed my eyes, and disappeared, letting the ocean take me into its hidden secrets.

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The girl with the blonde hair, Tracie tossed her hair behind her ears, opened her mouth in shock and covered her mouth. She couldn't believe the horrors of what she just saw.

How come that girl just disappeared out of the blue and into the ocean?

Tracie was all just in disbelief of what just happened. It was a shock to see and right away, she called for help from her friend, Tristan, who seemed a bit busy at work.

Tristan had the busiest job at the busiest time of the year, organizing store supply shelves and folders in file cabinets. She didn't have her life put together and she seemed not interested in helping Tracie with the horrors of the girl who possibly drowned.

The echoes of part of the phone conversation could be heard.

“Honey, I'm kind of in the middle of an organizing thing right now and I can't leave work. I'll help you in like a couple hours.” Tristan said, sweetly.

“A COUPLE HOURS?!?!?!?” Tracie demanded. “I NEED YOU TO COME NOW!! SOMEONE JUST DROWNED!!”

Tracie was heated and frustrated with the way Tristan was acting with the whole situation. She couldn't handle her disorganized friend anymore, she couldn't take it anymore. So instead she decided that she was going to do it herself.

She didn't care if it was going to put her life at stake. It was the right thing to do and Tristan was being selfish about everything. She knew from the start that Tristan didn't deserve it, but they still got along quite well, up until recently with Tristan stacking supply shelves every night during the holiday season, always preparing to make sure Christmas was perfect.

It was over if Christmas wasn't perfect. It always had to be every year and it stressed both of them a ton. It was deterring Tristan because she was stressed every night with little to no sleep and it was deterring Tracie it was stressful that Tristan always came home in a heated mood.

When they were both little, they would spend Christmas together, decorating their ginormous Christmas tree, opening presents and sipping hot cocoa together while watching Charlie Brown Christmas.

Christmas was Tracie's favorite part of the year, but now it was her worst nightmare that she would dread every single year because of Tristan.

A once beautiful and memorable holiday, now turned into torture and dread.

If Tristan was not going to take time off for this Christmas this year, it's over. Their relationship was over. Ruined. Done.

Although it was still a miserable Christmas for Tristan working hot hours all day and night long stocking and re-stocking shelves, Tracie had that of a heart of others, always putting others first before herself and remembering to take time off for herself, even if it meant ending a lifelong relationship with her childhood best friend.

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swc strike daily july ‘26
768 words

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Strike! Strike! Strike! I fear the Polar Bear Coordinating team is a bit… well, mad. You see, after the reign of the ferocious dictator, Alia, ended, she took our money and lasagna, meaning we are now left as penniless, lasagna-less Polar Bears. So we’ve decided to strike! There will be no more dailies or weeklies or anything until we get what we want! Maybe a letter would convince us otherwise… Write 550 words convincing us why we should end our strike and earn 600 points, plus 200 for sharing proof.

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Dear Polar Bears,

I understand your reasoning to go on strike, but I demand that it must stop! I know it can be irritating to have your lasagna stolen from our incredible amazing and innocent tyrant Alia (she's innocent until proven guilty therefore she isn't guilty yet), but this shouldn't be a reason as to why the polar bears go on strike and give us no more dailies and weeklies.

Dailies and weeklies are very motivating for me and the rest of SWC. At the beginning of this session, I set a couple goals to try and reach 100k word goal for the entire month. Now I know this seems a bit scary and intimidating at first, but behold it's not. I believe that every SWCer (including you guys) should be able to reach 100k at least once in your SWC career. I felt like this session would be the perfect time to try and reach that goal because I have a lot of time this summer to try and write as much as I can and do as many dailies and weeklies as possible this session.

Adding on, at the beginning of the session however, I had no motivation to write and I wasn't sure how I could manage to reach 100k in an entire month. But thanks to you all of you guys, I'm already a quarter of the way there. I've written around 25,000 words so far this session and I usually don't even write this much. Usually in a session the most I've ever written was around 20,000 words, and sometimes I put that down as my word goal and I don't even reach it. So this is the first time I'm surpassing that goal of 20k and I'm trying to aim to write as many words as I can as possible, for the sake of my writing motivation, for mystery and for fun! How have I reached 25k you may ask? It's because of the wonderful dailies and weeklies. I've been trying to complete as many dailies and weeklies as possible, plus they give me so much motivation to learn more about the wonderful possibilities of writing and the chaos that each daily brings in. It's like the dailies have personalities, each one being unique to what chaos and fun from the daily each day entails. That's what's so great about dailies! I love the weeklies so much this session too! Normally, in previous sessions, I either do one or no weeklies at all during a session because psychologically, I think they take way too long and I'm used to having to balance SWC with school. However, since it's summer and I have more time to write and set a mindset to write a lot of words, I've completed every single weekly so far and I plan to complete all four of them, which is unlike me. Doing the weeklies is actually really fun and similar to the dailies, they have personalities as well (just not as strong as daily personalities), but they still have personalities. They have personalities that help me learn and grow in my writing. I'm learning so much from wonderful SWCers about so many writing things such as Fantasy techniques, Self Care, Perspectives, the types of person etc. and more!

Finally, doing dailies and weeklies are not only motivating, but they are fun. Like I said before, dailies and weeklies seem to have personalities in a way where they can change the mood and chaos of the main cabin from day to day. I love the idea of being able to read other people's dailies and I especially love those swap dailies that focus on bonding and getting to know other campers and learning about their writing styles. I especially love the critiquitaire and being able to have other swcers read my stories and give feedback on it.

Every single SWC activity is incredibly fun though and therefore would truly make SWC less magical with less personalities, if it wasn't for the incredibly fun dailies and weeklies and activities and the polar team, of course <3 Because without the polar bears and their amazing activities, what would SWC be? It would just be a place to hangout, chat with and get to know other swcers and there would be very little structure as to what to write and a lot of people's writing motivations (including mine) would be lost and their writing doesn't improve if they don't have a place to start.

I love you polar bears and I hope that you guys can stop striking soon!

Love,
Chocolate

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swc constellation daily july '26
431 words

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Looking to the night sky, you can trace the outline of the stars to form navigational tools, wild animals, and even ancient heroes from mythology. For this daily, write a celestial story exploring a constellation, whether you detail its role in history or incorporate the stories that arose millennia ago. To claim 300 points for your cabin, with an extra 100 points for sharing, write 400 words featuring the sparkling constellations of the cosmos.

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Orion was a mighty warrior. He loved engaging in friendly battle with his dad, Zeus and his brother, Olympus, who had always thought highly of him. However, he fought with a different kind of battle and really wasn’t like his brothers.

He enjoyed slaying sea monsters and winged beasts, especially the creatures that could fly in the air because it challenged him. But Zeus wanted more of a challenge for him.

He wanted him to become the king of the Trojan soldiers, leading their army into the War of the Ilyiads. Slaying beasts with his intimidating bow and arrow was already so natural for Orion and it was time for him to put his skills to use.

On a bright starry cloudy morning, he went for a practice session at his local gymnasium, which was just a park called constellation park.

With his dad, Zeus, he was taught everything he needed to know about, both old and new skills. How to throw a fiery arrow, how to handle arrowheads properly, how to use a fireball crossbow and safely and finally having a good mentality on the battlefield.

At first, all of this information flooded Orion’s tiny brain, leaving him unable to focus, which caused him to stress too much, but over time he began to start to understand the thinking of his father and it slowly became easier for him.

But still, it was too much for him to handle.

“D-d-da-” he stuttered as if something was happening to him. He lowered his expectations and knew he probably was going to get a negative response, but he didn’t care. It was worth a shot to ask.

“Dad.” Orion said again, but this time in a more confident manner, still lacking the words of what to say without being offensive.

He paused again, but suddenly the words started flowing back, spitballing into sentences that didn’t seem right.

“Dad. I-I don’t feel ready to be a warrior.” he said again, hesitantly.

Zeus turned around from throwing fireball crossbows, and glared at his son, as if he was offended.

“O,” he started, using Orion’s nickname. “you have no choice. We have to keep up the family legacy.”

Orion whimpered in lack of freedom and rolled his eyes.

“Choose Olympus instead.” he begged softly. “I’m not the warrior you’re looking for.”

“The inner warrior you’re seeking is gone. The new inner warrior is within Olympus.”

Zeus looked up in shock at first, surprised he wasn’t taking the spot, but eventually after several minutes, he reluctantly accepted his choice because he knew it was his decision.

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swc daily july ‘26
’the meaning of life'
903 words

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Today, we're going to explore ekphrastic writing! Ekphrastic poetry (or prose) is writing that is based on a work of art, such as a sculpture, painting, photo, or any other static visual medium! Try thinking about the story that the artwork is trying to tell, and transform your interpretation into poetry or prose! To complete this daily, write 350 words inspired by an artwork of your choice, for 200 points! You may earn an extra 150 points for providing proof of your writing.

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I blink at the cold, lifeless body of my sister, Cynthia. Never in all of her fourteen years have I seen her look this pale dark gray.

I still remember the very first day I got a glimpse of my sister. I was so excited for her to finally experience the beauty of life.

I had my two years of life to experience before that day, but from then on, it was all hers. I've always wanted her to avoid the suffering and pain that everyone faced in this world.

I wanted her to be happy, without having to worry about anything at all. I wanted to be the good older sister who dealt with her worries and pain. Our worries and pain.

Before she died, I truly believe she had the time of her life for the past fourteen years. She was a chaotic goofball, always full of energy and enjoying the meaning of what life really was. She knew exactly what the point was.

But I still didn't.

After countless discussions with countless people, I still wasn't convinced. I saw counselors. I saw psychics. I saw doctors. But none of them were of any help.

It was only around last week when I was at my lowest. There were so many societal, social, and academic pressures that were overflowing my brain with negative thoughts.

I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything.

It was not until the last day I had with my sister when my perspective and viewpoints changed, miraculously changed.

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It was a particularly cloudy morning with gray skies, matching my mood.

I finally came to an answer about what the meaning of life was. Over the past couple minutes, which turned into days, I decided that life would be better without me after all.

So I did the obvious.

I left my apartment with a neutral look on my face, still questioning my decision. It was only a matter of seconds when I was already on the tenth block away from my home when I realized my sister was following me.

I glanced back, eyeing her to go back home.

But she still followed from a couple blocks behind me.

I stopped in my tracks, as I reached a patch of grass, a chain link fence with a bright red private property sign and a wooden park bench, and I sat down.

I looked down at the sliver patch of grass beneath me and positioned my hands on my forehead, pondering what life could be without me. I stumbled over this question countless times, but no answers hit me.

How would life be without me?

I looked up from my small patch of grass and I saw Cynthia approaching me in a loving, intentional way as if there was something on her mind she needed to speak to me about.

I stood up, grabbed the top of the chain link fence, and climbed my way halfway up the fence, as dark gray smoke rose towards me, coming from the nuclear waste sites in front of me.

I had a mission. A mission that life was over for me.

It was only a matter of time before a soprano pitched voice that sounded like my sister, screamed “STOP!!” I turned around halfway to take a glimpse to see who it was, and it was my sister.

“GET DOWN FROM THERE!!” she screamed again.

With a calmer, but worrisome attitude, she confidently cried, “we need to talk,” as she sat down on the left side of the bench.

I rolled my eyes, stumbled down the fence and reluctantly with arms crossed, sat down next to her on the right side of the bench.

We both sat in silence for several minutes, until finally, I urged the right words to come out, “what is the meaning of life to you?” She stared at me blankly and shook her head.

“It's complicated,” she started. “There is so much to appreciate about the beauty of life itself and I'm so grateful I get to be a part of it. You don't get second chances, but you do get time. Time to do whatever you want.”

She paused.

"Each person's life is different, so the meaning of life is different for everyone, because we're different human beings with similar connections,“ she finished.

I couldn't believe the words that came out of my sister's mouth. Maybe I still had a chance to live my life instead of ending it.

I coughed a bit. ”What if you like- um-“ I stuttered, ”have um- no meaning of life?“

She looked at me a bit appalled and replied with confidence in her voice, ”Absolute nonsense! Everyone has a meaning of life and you just have to unlock it, it takes a while though, so be patient with yourself."

I nodded slowly that day, as we walked home together back to our apartment.

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I trusted her wisdom and I continued to trust that my meaning of life would soon come. I needed a key to unlock it, but still no key came to me. So I waited.

And waited.

Still nothing.

And that was okay. I knew my meaning of life would unlock itself one day, but for now I was content with my life and that was all that mattered.

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final notes: what is your meaning of life? have you unlocked it yet?

swc daily july ‘26
778 words

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STOP! Look to your left - the first thing you see is your new star ingredient! Your task today is to create a 400 word advertisement to convince other SWCers why your smoothie is the best on the market. Give it catchy name, indulge into its incredible taste, and of course, get creative (who knows… maybe drinking it will give you magic powers ✨). Now's your shot to create the smoothie of the century! Completing this daily will earn you 500 points with an additional 100 points for sharing proof. Happy blending!

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Dear chaotic swcer who I am going to drink,

I have not one, but four smoothies, varying in perfection levels for you!! This is definitely a restaurant and once I’m done explaining all of these drinks, you will be able to order one, which better be the waristery chocohope smoothie, clearly the best <3

Starting with our most classic smoothie and obviously the best one, we have the waristery chocohope smoothie! It may smell like a musty, old courtroom, but it’s actually the creamiest, sweetest and richest smoothie ever. The courtroom must only adds more flavor to the smoothie, make it have more flavor and the texture of dust, but not dust like particles touching the roof of your mouth. This smoothie also gives off a bit of hot cocoa flavor so you honestly can’t tell if you’re drinking musty turnabout smoothie or hot cocoa. Everyone loves this smoothie and you can’t go wrong with it at all! The waristery chocohope smoothie is guaranteed to be the number one favorite in the entire SWC universe, so what’s stopping you from trying it?

Next up, not as crispy and sweet as the waristery chocohope smoothie, but still delicious, we have the cation mildrea smoothie, filled with chemistry, chemicals, spray paint, colorful pen ink, rotten thumbs and more chemicals! A highlight of this smoothie to make it even better is adding wet mildew from the washing machine, specifically the seconds after the washing machine cycle comes to an end, and adding sweat. Sweat only adds more mildew to the smoothie so it honestly depends on how much mildew flavoring you want in your smoothie. I highly suggest a level of 1000 mildew because it dilutes the strong chemicals and makes you forget about them, only thinking about the mildewy sweaty smoothie ink that comes together all nicely. It’s super refreshing so if you’re out farming on a hot day, then the cation mildrea smoothie is perfectly refreshing for you, but the waristery chocohope smoothie is better supported and enjoyed!

The third one is the lyriara icencryn, not as musty and rich as the waristery chocohope smoothie, but still decent. It consists of flavored ice which is the taste of energy drinks, so essentially this smoothie is all about gaining energy for your day all in one drink. You can also add singing red crown jewels from the queen's tiara. If you add the special tiara jewels, your smoothie will sing to you and maybe even you can sing to it back. This smoothie is all about the experience of a singing drink rather than the taste, which is just energy drink mixed in with a bit of lime flavoring. I would highly recommend this smoothie only if you're in choir and want to sing with your smoothie, otherwise if you're just for the taste, waristery chocohope smoothie is the way to go!

For our final smoothie, we're going to be mixing all the previous three smoothies together into one drink, which is even better than the waristery chocohope smoothie. If you thought that smoothie was going to be the best and the tastiest one, you thought wrong! This smoothie is called the waricatiara chocohopencryicemildrea smoothie, but for short, I like to call it the classic waricatiara because the original name is too long to my liking. To give a brief intro, this smoothie is filled with court room must, marshmallows, creamy hot cocoa, sweet sugar, poisonous chemicals, sweaty spray paint, mildewy and sweaty ink, rotten thumbs, more sweat, more chemicals, flavored ice the taste of energy drinks, singing tiara's which are required to put in and lime flavoring. Woah that was a lot of ingredients just named, but you can't take out any of the ingredients for your order because that wouldn't make the drink the best seller or the classic. Together, all of these ingredients (put together in large portions by the way), make a creamy, rich, sweet, musty, sweaty, poisonous, tasty, and energy giving drink. It helps you stay awake at all times of the day and it's the perfect drink to swallow pretty quickly, but I don't recommend that at all because you need to be able to taste all the flavors coming together in the drink.

That's all for what we serve at this cafe! Remember to order the waricatiara smoothie because it truly is the best <3 However, if chemicals and must and sweat are not the right combinations for you drink, know that you have other smoothie options, but those aren't as good as the waricatiara smoothie. I hope whatever drink you choose though will be the perfect drink for you though!

Love,
Chocolate

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swc weekly #4 july '26
2858 words

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part one: write about a world where everything is opposite (409/300 words)

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

And Poof! There I hear it. A large dull, dark and dangerous grey explosion expanding across the sky in a number of hours.

I gaze up upon the sky, in awe of the beauty surrounding me, though I have nowhere and nothing on my possession, just a sweet bag of chips and some overly salted mangoes, which are both delicious, my favorite snacks.

I continue wandering through the Wonderland forest and suddenly, I hear whispering coming from behind me. I glance behind my shoulder and I see a dark violet creature hanging off a branch.

“H-hello there.” I chuckle nervously and ask, “Who a-are y-you?”

“Ahh, I see. You're new to the Wonderland grounds?” the mysterious creature inquires.

I nod my head slowly, speechless.

“Well then, I'm Chai Cheshire Cat The Second,” the Cheshire Cat said, “but if that's too formal and too long for you, call me Chai.”

I nod my head again, 'I've heard that name before. Where have I heard that name?'

Chai closes his eyes, his invisibility turning to visibility, allowing absolutely no one to see or come near him.

“It's nice to meet you Chai! Your name oddly seems curious and curiouser?” I introduce and wonder.

Chai opens his eyes, his visibility turning to invisibility, allowing me to see him, but making himself invisible to others. “Follow me,” Chai instructs, as he ventures towards the bright red pathway in front of me. He climbs onto my shoulders as if I'm his soft silky pillow, and he leads me towards a scenary of absolutely nothing except dry weeds and grass, to the left and right of me.

“Huh, most people do recognize the name Chai, but I can never pinpoint what their references are,” Chai admits and continues, “I must admit that Chai is a common and well known tea, so maybe everyone who stumbles upon me in SWonderlandC recognizes me from that, so I assume that's what it is for you?”

I shake my head slowly, in disagreement and reply still confusingly, “No, it's not that. Chai may be like a pet name, but my memory is failing me.”

Chai shrugs his head, and continues to doze back into his sleep on my shoulder, but somehow he keeps me on the right path with his magical SWonderlandC powers.

It's crazy the creatures I come across in SWonderlandC. I wonder what other magical faes I will find here?

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part two: the cheshire cat–add a comedic moment in your story! (520/400 words)

save code: 10000000

In the quiet afternoon sunrise, Chai jolted out of my shoulder, trailing off towards our continued path. At this point, I was still exhausted from walking for hours and already a day. Walking really takes out your energy because apparently I was walking with my eyes closed, but somehow I was still on the right path?

Must be Wonderland magic. The Queen of Spades must really want to see me.

“You're not seeing the queen of spades,” Chai blurted out, with a serious look on his face.

I slid my head back confused, “Well, who am I seeing? Where are we going?” I asked.

Chai coughed a bit, “we're going to the white queen,” he paused, “she lives in the silver castle, on the complete opposite side of where the red queen, or more commonly known as the queen of hearts–where she lives.” Chai looked even more serious this time, as if she was wanting me to promise something, “You never want to go to the red queen land, you'll lose your head.”

“B-but what happens if I step one toe into red queen land, how will she know?” I asked, with a genuine detective look on my face.

"Oh trust me, she will know, and if she knows, you reach a point of no return.“ Chai purposely said, trying to be confusing and unclear.

”POINT OF NO RETURN?!“ I shouted, blurting it out for the nearest animals to veer onto our path. Chai shushed me and motioned for me to be quiet when talking about this.

”The point of no return is OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!“ Chai whispered, but he forcibly explained it to me. ”Let's switch this to a different topic, shall we play some black jack? I don't cheat-"

I looked suspiciously at Chai, knowing that he will most definitely cheat, “You cheat. But sure,” I paused with a sigh and continued, “I'll be sure to keep a close eye on my cards then.”

“Very well then.” Chai replies with a grin, handing me my two cards as we keep walking, Chai hanging in front of me, floating backwards.

'This cheating Cheshire Cat! I can't work with this' I thought to myself, looking at my cards of red clubs of 10 and an upside down 7 of spades staring at me right in the face.

“Show your cards,” Chai stated, not knowing the rules of black jack.

I giggled, knowing this wasn't the right way to play, “Chai, have you played before?”

Chai shook his head, as I giggled even louder.

“I'll take a hit.”

He looked at me confused, started bursting into maniacal laughs, and literally slapped my hand, as if we were playing slap jack even though this was black jack.

“You silly cheshire cat, y-y” I started, but then stopped as I burst into more sets of giggles.

My smiles definitely triggered laughing for Chai as well, as we continued to play several more rounds of black jack, the proper way, until finally I heard snoring coming from the back of my neck, which was just Chai, as he lay peacefully around my shoulders.

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part three: the caterpillar–take a 30 minute break away from the screens and then write the next prompt outside

save code: 10000020

I went for a walk in my neighborhood and tried taking a nap for 30 minutes, it was good to rest my eyes though <3

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part four: the white rabbit–change pacing drastically (either describing every intricate detail or a basic description of events) (205/200 words)

save code: 10000120

I continued to walk along the narrow, cobblestone-like path towards the silver castle, which I could see from a distance that looked close up, but in reality, we were still quite a ways from reaching it.

I loved how the silver castle sparkled like gemstones when reflected against the gray, misty fog. It gave such a mysterious and aesthetic vibe as if I was in Wonderland.

Oh how silly of me! I am in Wonderland I thought to myself, as Chai's snores echoed through the dark, wistful enchanted forest behind me.

Chai was fastly asleep basically the entire time, as I was casually, but carefully strolling through the fae-like forest, watching out for thorns and the red queen army.

It was such a pleasant little stroll, the colorful, patterned butterflies wrapping around every last tree, hanging down and hibernating, as if they're a bear or the hopeless romantic fireflies lighting up the moonlit sky, creating their own reams of artificial light pollution.

Exiting the enchanted forest was like entering a dystopian world of imperfection, hopelessness, and dullness filling the entire sky with overhanging gray stormy clouds, covering the optimism of Wonderland.

Wonderland was in trouble and I knew I had to do something about it.

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part five: the pool of tears–characters are always conversing through dialogue, but what about other means of communicating? write 200 words where your characters exchange letters. what's the content of the letters? why are they sending it? (387/200 words)

save code: 10001120

With Chai finally awake, two letters arrive a dark red letter and a cream letter arrives in front of my feet, it reads:

“Dear Traveler,

It has come to my attention that you are in Disgustland, a land full of filth (at least in my opinion). I'm writing this letter to you specifically traveler because I have your friends, Timer White Rabbit, Squeaky Dormouse and Blahaj the shark all held hostage. Pretty soon, I will have Chai Cheshire Cat held hostage as well, but you won't know it because of Disgustland powers combining with Chai's invisibility powers and my powers to forcibly take every single Disgustland creature. If you want your friends back and want to prevent me from taking any more Disgustland creatures, especially preventing me from stealing Chai, I order you to change course and go to my castle and bring me all ten raspberry tarts found all along the path towards my palace. If you fail to do so, Chai and all of your animal friend creatures will be taken hostage forever and will become my Red Castle guards. You have 24 hours to turn around and head towards Red Castle.

Sincerely,
Red Queen of Hearts”

“Dear Majestic Traveler,

Welcome to Wonderland! I understand that the Red Queen has taken your animal friends, but I must order for you to join the good side and continue on with the path to the Silver Castle even if it means the Red Queen will spy on you with her magic powers and steal Chai and your friends away from you. I encourage you to not fall for her temptations, but rather come see me instead and we will work out something together and we can get in contact with her from afar. Don't let your heart and emotions get in the way of this decision, but rather use your brain and sense, I know you will make the right decision, so join me. I have a stronger army than the Red Queen does.

I hope that this letter does not get confiscated by the Red Queen and her powers by the time you see this and I hope that her letter hasn't influenced you to turn to the dark side :') You have 24 hours to make a decision.

Best of luck wonderful human being!
~ Silver Queen”

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part six: the potions–write in another character's perspective (467/400 words)

save code: 11001120

“RUBBISH TRAVELER!! She better not betray me!” I exclaim and continue on, “OFF WITH HER HEAD IF SHE DOES!! Gentlemen?! Find her and bring her to me, I don’t trust her,” I ordered the red guards of spades.

“Yes, your Highness! We will bring her to you immediately,” they all said unanimously.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs upon the throne chair, “Good. You better. Or else it’ll be off with your heads as well!! Skedaddle!!” I ordered, as the guards ran out the door, terrified of losing their head.

They should be afraid of me. After all, they don’t know what coming and what’s after them.

I peek into my circular spherical spyglass, only to see Ellie, our terrible traveler and Chai, our disloyal Cheshire Cat taking a wrong turn, up the streets up to the Silver Castle.

I scream, “BETRAYAL OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!” and I continue to speak as loud as possible, “You foolish girl betraying me, you have no idea what’s coming next for you.”

I grasp the heavy chain link harness of Blahaj pulling him closer to my feet, as if he’s a dog, “she had her chances and she failed her mission,” I spoke to Blahaj.

Blahaj whimpered worriedly as I continued blabbering to Blahaj, “now she will never get her chance to have you back ever again, she’s a disloyal runt deserving to rot in the garbage,” I blurted out to Blahaj, thinking he couldn’t hear what I was saying.

But he did.

And he was going to tell every last person what I just said, word for word.

I just couldn’t anticipate it yet, not until the reality will happen. I stroked Blahaj on the back, as if he was a puppy, but sooner or later, Blahaj would eventually be fighting back, wanting to get back to Ellie.

“How about you pip squeak?” I chuckled with a little laugh at the high pitched dormouse, wanting some entertainment while I waited for my gentleman guards to return.

In the highest soprano three, pip squeak responded, “I just want my Cheshire Cat Chai so let me go”

I shook my head firmly, “No, you cannot,” I said, as I looked through my spyglass, “you will betray me and your head will be chopped off. It’s rather not a risk to take if you want to keep your head on.”

“Actually, to put it this way, if you want to keep your head on, you must only follow my orders, work for me and most importantly never betray the Red Castle or be a disloyal runt, just like Ellie.” I rephrased, evilly.

Suddenly, BANG BANG BANG crushed the door.

“Red Army of Hearts and Prince Sievil, I demand you to get it!” I exclaimed firmly and assertively, as loud as possible.

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part seven: the mad hatter–step away from the screens and either bake or cook something of your choice

save code: 11201120

for my choice of baking/cooking activity, i made myself a tasty omelette for breakfast <3

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part eight: ending–write 500 words of an ending for your story! (642/500 words)

“LET GO OF ME FILTHY SPADE ARMY!” I shout, as we all reach the tall, dark red doors of the Red Castle. I see the doors open wide slowly, broadening the view of our entire silver army, plus the spade guards, all in view for the Red Queen to see.

She stands up looking confused from her reddish gold throne chair, silently mouthing something to the guards, as if she's angry, and suddenly bursts into maniacal screams, “OFF WITH ALL THEIR HEADS!!”

Of course, my young majesty friend, Silver Queen came with me to the rescue of my Wonderland creature friends.

“Ellie, I'll handle Red Queen,” she started to me, “You distract and attack the red guards.”

I give a slow nod, obeying her orders and trusting that she will handle her supposedly, friendly, but wicked sister.

“Elyinn Alice!” the red queen shouts, “You have no place here, you don't belong in this wicked place of Disgustland.”

“Elgar Corinnie!” Elyinn, the silver queen shouts back to her sister, the red queen, "You don't get to say that about my creation. Remember, I created you and this world of Wonderland. Admit it, I'm older and therefore more worthy of queen.“

I clashed my sword around, battling Elgar's red spade army, but still listening to Elyinn defeat her sister in this battle.

When all clashing of metal swords being tossed around stopped, I looked around smiling, thinking we, the Silver Army won the Wonderland war, but suddenly, another layer of guards came out from behind Elgar's throne chair, but this time it looked like it tripled into different shapes, the Red Army of Hearts, the Red Army of Clovers and the Red Army of Diamonds.

We weren't done.

Elgar looked at Elyinn straight in the face with a serious look of disgust and angst, ”No. I refuse to accept it.“

”You don't have to be this way Elgar, I don't need you to accept or decline it, I just want you to admit it to me. That's all I want from you and then we'll leave. Admit I always beat you in the end.“ Elyinn replied, with a sensitive and gentle look on her face.

Elgar rolled her eyes and very loudly exclaimed, ”No!“ She gestured for the red army of hearts to come over and she motioned and yelled, ”OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR HEADS!“

”B-b-but sis…“ Elyinn tried to convince, as she got cut off by Elgar, ”No buts!“

”Please listen to me for once, for me? Don't do this, you're making a mistake, you'll regret it later and you wont have any friends after their heads are chopped off.“ Elyinn begged, with all of her heart and mind. ”Please, do it for me, for our parents?“

”They're dead.“ Elgar stated dryly.

”You were the one who ordered for their heads to be chopped off.“

”That's correct!“ Elgar, said with a little grin. She cackled and continued to speak to the guards, ”Carry on! Start with my sister and Ellie first, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!“

The sound of disturbing clashing noise started up again, as the red guards of hearts started to chip away at mine and Elyinn's heads first, just as Elgar ordered to them.

”Don't do this!!“ Elyinn shouted to Elgar, as the chopping machine continued to buzz obnoxiously.

I closed my eyes, trying not to feel the pain of what was about to go down. I looked up at the swirly red and maroon ceiling, avoiding looking at any contact of the blood that was dripping down my whole body.

Elgar crossed her arms, gave a little grin of a chuckle, sat back down on her throne, until suddenly,

I collapsed.

Elyinn collapsed.

It was over for both of us.

”NOOOO!!!" Chai screamed in the cutest high pitched squeaky voice ever, as the chopping tools came for him next.

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CONGRATULATIONS!! You have completed the SWonderlandC <3

penpal letter #1 to isa
swc july ‘26
1347 words

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Dear Isa,

Of course!! I hope you had a fun time at your camping and cottage trips, how did it go? :eyes: What types of activities did you guys do? Staying up late is really fun if you remember to not get into a habit of it and if you don’t have anything major going on the next day (like tests), like I stayed up until 3am for cabin wars, but I would never stay up late on a school night, because that's breaking the life > swc rule and there are some exceptions where I have to remember to obey the life > swc rule as much as it can be tempting to stay up late especially on a school night >:'D I'm happy you're excited to sleep in your own bed tonight! Did you get to see the stars on your camping trip, what did you think? We are quite similar in our food tastes because fish is also one of my favorite foods and I love fish tacos as well! Last year, during the school year, since I get school lunch, they served us fish tacos for a couple weeks for lunch and I was really looking forward to getting fish tacos each day they served it! Do you normally get school lunch or bring a lunch to school? And what do you usually eat for lunch? For me, every week it's usually the same types of meals they serve, pasta, orange chicken, tacos (or fish tacos), and some other types of chickens. They have a lot of variety every day and of course, they serve pizza every day, which I will occasionally get if I don't like the meal that they're serving. Hermit crabs are so much to play with and awww wait that's so cute of him <33

Oooh Mamma Mia is so much fun, I saw it locally near me a long time ago, which was super fun and I love the abba music! I bet you look so stunning in that photo <3 I would definitely recommend Dear Evan Hansen, Les Misérables and Hadestown, they are so incredibly fun to see and apparently there's a new Hadestown movie (which is just the musical on streaming?) so I guess you could watch that for now if you'd like at least until you go see Hadestown live, which is definitely worth it <3 No, that's so real, like I can't even count and keep track of the number of musicals I want to see and have seen. Oh thank you for explaining EPIC to me, I know It's based on the Odyssey, but I didn't know the details before, so thank you!

Well I don't like oranges or tangerines at all, so I can't even eat it straight or in sorbet. I don't actually like grapefruit either, but I will eat lemons and limes for some reason. Those are the only fruits I don't like, but my favorite fruits have got to be watermelon, rasberries, blackberries, blueberries and strawberries, basically all the summer fruit! What are your favorite fruits? Oooh I actually really love Indian food a lot, though I don't seem to eat a lot of it. I love naan as well! I also really enjoy drinking mango lassies and eating tikka masala (which they serve at my school as well, but they don't give enough meat sadly </3)

Thank you! I'm sure you look absolutely gorgeous with your style as well! No that's so real, whenever I wear my jewelry (which is rarely), I also tend to fidget with them a lot, especially necklaces and bracelets, they're just so satisfying to play with. And that's real as well, whenever I wear jewelry, I also feel overstimulated by it in a way since it starts to tickle and itch, leading me to want to take it off. I use to wear a watch that was like that and at one point, I had to stop wearing it because it was bothering me a lot. However, I do want to try and learn how to make an SWCer bracelet so I can wear it whenever I'm out in public since I want to see if anyone perks up ahaha.

Thank you! I can't wait to read your entry as well, my entry has been going alright! I finally decided between two writing comp entries that I like and I want to enter thanks to the help of a couple friends who read them over and helped me decide lol so I'll probably just enter in with one. As for my word goal, I'm definitely making good progress, being number four on trackbear and I'm hoping to reach at least number one or number two on trackbear, though toko is writing way much more than me so I don't know if I'm able to catch up ToT I aspire to be like them, like how are they writing so much?! They do this every session and I can never catch up to them ToT I'm only at 35k and at this point, 100k lowkey might be hard to reach at this point, so I'm trying to reach at least 50k word goal by the end of the session. How have your swc goals been going?

Omg cross country and tennis is so good! I actually tried to get into playing tennis, but for some reason I stopped and decided it wasn't a sport I wanted to play, so I just stuck with yoga and volleyball lol. I was also at one point into track and running, but when I got to sixth grade, I decided track wasn't going to be for me because I have no running endurance. I was wondering, how do you do it? like how do you have so much running endurance when you run cross country? I could never do that, especially when it's super hot outside ToT I'm so glad you had a fun time meeting new people through playing volleyball! I love how it's pretty easy to connect with people through sports and really make new friends, so I'm happy for you that you were able to do that <3

I also like how in Christmas, I feel connected to my faith and close to God. I go to youth group as well, which is super fun and I love how much the vibes change and for some reason people at youth group and retreat are more accepting and way nicer than my friends at school. I'm not sure why exactly that is. I definitely agree with you about loving those moments where you feel God's presence and love all around you, especially at retreat! I felt like I really grew in my relationship with God and it's just so heartwarming to be around other Christians/Catholics and people who share the same faith as you <3 As for the lanyard, I'm not exactly sure how to describe it or if you've ever made one before, but I put a picture of it in my self care weekly a couple weeks ago <3 It's basically like a box lanyard thing you tie to a ring and make!

Cats are the cutest <3 If I wasn't allergic, I would totally want a cat because they're so fluffy and soft! And I totally agree with you about the dogs, I've never liked dogs because they're too slobbery for my liking and I don't like how they lick you. I guess that's supposed to be the experience(?) but not for me, so my whole life I basically run away from dogs because of that reason. Cats are much more peaceful and are such good emotional support pets <3 Pandas are so cute as well, I love them as well! I also have a couple panda stuffed animals, but sadly they're sitting in my stuffed animal bin and rather I like holding bears, bunnies and a moose I recently got for my sweet sixteen <3

Thank you for being my penpal again and I'm look forward to your response <3

Love,
Chocolate

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writing comp entry draft #2
866 words

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OCTOBER 8 2078
23:46 pm

I open my eyes and all I see is white, artificial light blinding my eyes.

I immediately cover my eyes with the palms of my hands, only to realize something isn’t right–my hands are strapped to a shiny, metal table.

I knew one thing for sure, I wasn’t supposed to be here. In fact, I had no recollection of ever being transported here.

The last thing I remember is feeling lost in a dark void of emptiness. Feeling hopeless.

Then somehow I end up here strapped to a table pinned down, with nobody near me to help explain to me why I'm here. I feel like a two year old all over again, throwing a raucous fit and kicking the table with my heels.

“SOMEBODY!!” I grumbled, as my echo ricocheted right back to me.

No answer.

“HELP ME!!” I cried again.

Still no answer, just a desolate vacuum of desperation, howling into my ear.

I lay on that harsh table, desperately waiting for someone to save me.

Nobody helped me. Nobody came in. Nobody did anything.

I felt eyes weighing me down, monitoring every second, like surveillance cameras in the sky. Eyes are going to be the bane of my existence.

What do you want from me, people? Just leave me alone and set me free.

I pictured myself traveling. It's always been my dream to set my foot on an aircraft, so as soon as someone can get me out of here, I can live up that dream.

I waited.

Seconds went by.

Then Minutes.

Then Hours.

Still no one.

Did anyone care about me? Did anyone love me?
I wouldn’t be surprised if nobody cared for me – but it is a surprise to find myself trapped.

Then suddenly, I could have sworn, I thought I heard a heart beat-like thump at the charcoal gray door. Perhaps that could have just been an illusion that it is my own heartbeat begging to leave this place.

But then my dream came true.

Or at last I thought it did.

The door flung open wide and a man in a white lab coat walked in, as the door behind him slammed shut again.

I paused, unable to believe this was actually happening.

“Sir, let me out of these…errr” I wiggled, trying to let loose of the velcro hand restraints.

He gave out a little chuckle, “Not quite.” The man turned his back on me and positioned himself towards the large computer spreadsheets. From what I could see, it seemed as if he was keeping tabs on people and making unusual observations. He didn’t seem like a doctor, but rather a government secret agent, wanting to destroy my life.

“I want to get out of this place!” I shrieked.

He turned around and rolled his eyes at me, “I can understand why you may feel this way, but you have to cooperate with me.” He gave a little pause and continued, “We are going to be doing some tests which shouldn’t take too long.”

At this point, I couldn’t trust him.

I cried like a baby as if I was being put up for adoption. But only this was way more serious. This was life or death.

I was about to be tortured?

The man turned around again to face his computer and opened his drawer. He scrambled through his piles of pens, finally pulling out what looked like a syringe and a needle.

I screamed in pain, even though nothing was touching me. The sight of the needle made me sick.

“Hold still!” the man exclaimed with a little chuckle, as he went on with the procedure.

I did the opposite. I panicked and bawled as loud as I could. I kicked with my heels as hard as I could, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, “Let me go!!”

The man glared at me intensely, puncturing the needle into my forearm so hard, blood oozed quickly out of my skin. He didn’t care so he proceeded to push down another machine that looked like a dental chair.

Though this was no dental chair. It was a torture device!

The man pressed a lever to pull me and the table vertical and standing upright. I could see the man’s face now, a cold and harsh look of apathy and selfishness. He slid me on the table into a metal machine that looked like two claws on both sides about to grasp hold of me, never letting go.

I shivered in terror and cried, “HELP!!!”

Now he really had hold of me and there was no escape.

He picked up the intimidating needle again and this time, each time it got closer, I screamed louder and louder, until finally it pinched my neck. I felt this sheer force of death choking me and not letting go.

I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to forget about the brutal pain, but the second I opened my eyes, I couldn’t.

With that, I lost my identity and my soul was shattered.

But only it wasn’t just my soul gone.

It was all my dreams, crushed for good this time.

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