Dear future me

I just started SWC! I’m really excited about it too! The people there seem so nice, and I’m so glad to have joined! In fact, are you keeping up with your daily writing? I’m in the fantasy cabin this November! I think we will do great! I can’t wait to get to know my cabinmates and write as many words as possible! I hope that by the time SWC is over, you will have written quite a lot! Then again, no pressure! I know you have a lot going on with the art club, band, and a bunch of other things. Just do your best! Give it your all! At least I know you tried, and that’s what matters!

I have a few questions for you. What was your favorite part of SWC? Would you apply for SWC again? Did you make any new friends in SWC? What was your favorite part of SWC? Now for some non-SWC-related questions! How are you doing in school? Is Grandma Mary okay? Did you get the courage to sign up for theater? Did you sign up for the spelling bee? Are you still keeping up with my reading? If not, don't be too harsh on yourself! Honestly, you deserve a break! If you’re reading this farther ahead in the future, How’s archery going? Did we win the quiz bowl tournament? How’s softball?

If you’re actually taking the time to read this, I want you to know that you’re not alone. In fact, you’re never alone. If you need help, don’t be afraid to ask. I know life is tough right now, but we’ll get through it. I promise. I hope you know that there are people that care about you. In the darkest of moments, all you have to do is find the light.I know that a month from now you are doing amazing things! I know you will probably read this and think it’s probably just for a daily but I mean it! Keep doing what you love and don’t ever stop! Keep writing!
- Love, Paradiddle

November 3rd
“Welcome”- @minergold48

Your eyes flicker open. You feel warm water touching your feet and hot sand on your back. You wonder where you are, so you sit up to analyze your surroundings. You are on a pristine island. Beautiful, clear water crashes against the golden sand. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze. The evening sun shines through the clouds, making them golden. You wonder how you got here. You search your memories, but come up with nothing. The only signs of life here are you and a few birds flying overhead. You examine yourself. You have scratches all over your arms and legs, but you have no idea how you got them. You stand up. Pain floods through your body, but you don’t care. You want to explore. It is incredibly peaceful there. You look around once more. The island is overrun by palm trees, vines, and other exotic plants. You see flowers of all colors in bloom. It has rocky cliffs and mountains. There’s various trees with different kinds of fruits like mangos, dragonfruit, and coconuts. You’ve never seen an island of such beauty. You turn around to look at the horizon. The sky is radiating a beautiful orange light. Fluffy cumulus clouds are scattered across the sky. The sun is dipping towards the horizon, casting a glow on the ocean. You watch the waves gently greet the shore…


Suddenly, you hear a voice and you jump. “Hello!” Someone says from behind you. You turn around and see a young girl around the age of 13 looking at you. Her long blonde hair is put back in a braid. She looks at you with beautiful green eyes. “Who are you?” You ask. She smiles kindly at you and you can’t help but to smile back. “I’m Sage!” she says eagerly. “Where am I?” You question. Sage grins “Welcome to Lost Lily Cove!”

November 4th Word War!
Prompt: “Are they in charge? They look like a five year old in a tux”

You pound on the wooden door to the mansion furiously. Rage clouding your vision. You demand to be let in. Suddenly, two 6 foot tall men in kevlar armor open the door. “What do you want?” They demand. Wow. They don’t even care about who you are. Rude. “I need to see your boss. Immediately.” You say in a dangerous tone. “Well I'm afraid we can’t le-” one of the armored men began to say. “Let him in. Bring him to me.” a deep voice says from their walkie-talkies.

The armored men escort you through the mansion’s dark halls. No one says anything. The floor-boards creaked under you and the two men’s weight. The hallways were lit with dim lights. Eventually, you reach a grand stairway. You began to stomp up the stairway alongside the two men.
…
You reach a pair of double doors. The two soldiers part and each open a door. You look around the room. There’s some bookshelves and a desk. Behind the desk is a chair turned away from you facing the window. “Welcome.” Says a deep voice from behind the chair. “Show yourself.” You demand. The chair turns around and you see what looks like a five year old man in a tuxedo. You turn to the soldiers and say, ”Ha, very funny. Where’s your boss?”. They don’t answer. “Kid, I am their boss.”

November 5th: FLOWER DAILY!!!!!!
Forward: To my grandfather who encouraged me to write and may be gone but his is still in our hearts.


I walk up to the casket. Tears falling down my face like miniature waterfalls. Everyone is looking at me with sympathy. Regrets fill my head. I wish I had spent more time with him. I wish I could have another grandpa hug. As I approach I see his lifeless body lying in the casket. I walked up to him. In one hand I have a small collection of flowers and with my other hand I hold his cold hand. I remember the little games we used to play. I remember the swimming lessons and the little chats we used to have about school and softball. “I wish we had more time,” I say. I release his hand and redirect my attention to the small bouquet.

The first flower, a forget-me-not. A promise that I will never forget you. That I will hold your memory close to heart. That I will remember to write our book. That I will remember the dad jokes, the hugs, and the encouragement. A promise that I will remember. I lay the forget-me-not on his chest.

The second flower, a yellow tulip. In remembrance of your smile and laughter. I can’t help but to smile when I think of you. Your terrible dad jokes always got a groan out of the family. I remember every time I gave you a hug you’d always taunt me and say how it wasn’t tight enough. I lay the tulip on his chest.

I grab the next five flowers from the bouquet. A pink camellia, representing my longing for you. A purple hyacinth, representing my sorrow and pain. Marigold, representing my grief. A dark crimson rose, representing my mourning and how much I miss you. And lastly a willow. representing my sadness. These five flowers are the pain I feel now that you’re gone. I wish more than anything that we had more time. My heart hurts so bad. Tears are still falling down my face. I want to believe you’ll pop out from behind a chair and yell “APRIL FOOLS!!!”, but that won’t happen. I don’t want to believe you’re gone. My heart is broken. I lay the five flowers down on your chest.

The next two flowers, a zinnia and a periwinkle. Both for the friendship-like bond we shared. We had a lot in common. You were like the friend I could never have. When you passed I felt like a part of me died with you. I lay the two flowers on your chest.

Then I grab a lavender flower. It represents the relief I feel knowing you are no longer hurting. You are in heaven with your parents and grandma’s parents and God. I’m glad that you are no longer in pain. I lay the lavender down on your chest.

“I love you more.” I say as I lay down the final flower, a red chrysanthemum.

November 6th daily! (Swapped Percy and Bianca)

Nico ran to the Big house. They had told Nico that the heroes came back from their quest. Nico can’t wait to see them. He got to the big house and knocked on the door. “Come in!” Someone yelled from inside. Nico walked in the house and looked around. He was smiling as he looked around anxiously. Nico noticed that strangely, Percy wasn’t there. “Hey Bianca! Percy kept you safe! By the way, where is he? I need to thank him!”, he said. No one responded. Annabeth walked out of the room. Why did Annabeth leave? Nico wondered. “He’s not here.” Bianca said bitterly. Nico smiles,“Where is he? Is he hiding? Come out, Percy!” Nico grinned. Tears welled up in Bianca’s eyes. “Where..Where’s Percy?” Nico asks again. “He’s gone.” Bianca said as a tear fell down her face. “W..What?” Nico stuttered. “He’s dead, Nico.” Bianca said tears falling down her face. Everyone fell silent. “He..He can’t be.” Nico says. “He’s dead! Ok, Nico!?” Bianca raised her voice. Bianca had just confirmed Nico’s worst suspicions. “My…My nightmares were right.” Nico mutters. “Your what?” Bianca asked. Nico runs out of the Big house. “NICO!!!” Bianca yelled.

(“as she fell, she knew she was going to die” ~ @Coco_animator ) November 7th

As she fell, she knew she was going to die. She couldn’t think straight. Her life was flashing before her eyes. She had mistrusted someone and got stabbed in the back (Quite literally).

A few minutes earlier…

Elena was running up the stairs. Behind her was her old friend, with a knife. Elena was hurt and afraid. Finally Elena reaches the top of the building. With her old friend right behind her. She pulls out her own sword. “I don’t want to fight you,Silena!” Elena complains. “Well, you’re gonna have to!” Her Silena yells back. “You don’t have to do this!” Elena yells. “I’m afraid I do, old friend. You would have done the same.” Silena said. Elena felt like she just took a stab to the gut. “S..Silena?” Elena stuttered. “It really has been fun.” Silena said smugly. Silena struck Elena with her knife, but she defended herself with her sword. “Why do you retaliate, old friend? You know you’re going to lose.” Silena said confidently. “Neither of us has to die today!” Elena yelled. “I’m afraid one of us do. The leaders are getting impatient.” Silena said. Silena slashed out at Elena, but she blocked the attack. Silena slashes out again. Elena parries her attack then ripostes and stabs Silena in the chest. Silena cries out in pain. “W…why would you do this?” Silena groans. “You said one of us had to die today. I’m making sure it’s not me.” Elena says coldly and pushes Silena off the building.

November 8th daily!

Arnold somehow convinced his fellow co-workers to send a group of horses into outer space. Arnold and his co-workers at SpaceX want to see how long different horses can survive in space. A lot of people think it’s wrong that we are risking horses' lives, but it’s for science! I mean, what if we have to live on Mars someday? It might be helpful to know how long horses can survive out there!

A few months later they finally had the shuttle built and they were ready to send the four horses into the thermosphere! Despite these horses possibly dying because of him, Arnold was proud of himself for some weird reason. Two of the horses were female, two were male. The horses boarded the ship. As the shuttle launched for their spaceflight, Arnold had no regrets. “Hey…Hey Arnold?” Someone said from behind him. Arnold turned around and sighed. “What, James?” Arnold asked, sounding annoyed. “We…We forgot to put the camera in there. We..We won’t be able to see them.” James said nervously. “What!? Did you at least put the tracker in?” Arnold asked, even more annoyed now. “Yes, sir! We did!” James said. “Well, at least you did something right!” Arnold said. “Yes sir!” James said. Arnold sighed.

A few years later Arnold is sitting on the couch at home, watching the news. “The weather today is-” The woman on the television was cut out by static. When the TV turned back on it was on another channel. Wait a minute… hey is that the lady on the news tied up back there? “What on earth?” Arnold questioned. Four horses trotted into view on the television. Wait. Those look just like..”It can’t be.” Arnold exclaimed. “Hello, Arnold.” A male horse said in a deep voice. “No…” Arnold said, not believing what he was seeing. “Yes, it’s really us. The four horses you sent into the thermosphere. The four horses you didn’t care about. We’re back, and smarter than before.” one of the female horses said. “Just like our ancestor, Incitatus, we shall rule.” A different male horse says. “Except this time none of your kind will rule alongside us.” The other female horse says. “Us horses shall rule this earth and if you rebel, you will die.” The first male says. “Bring us Arnold Smith and you and your family will live peacefully among us horses.” The first female says. “Goodbye, and we’ll see you soon Arnold.” they say in unison. Then the television screen goes black. Arnold sat there in shock. What has he done!?

Story of tonight SWC Parody:

I may not be awake to see our glory
(I may not be awake to see our glory)
But I will gladly join and write
(But I will gladly join and write)
And when our cabin mates tell our story
(And when our cabin mates tell our story)
They’ll tell the story of tonight
Let’s write a little more tonight
Let’s write a little more tonight
Let’s write a little more tonight —–>
Raise a glass to SWC
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise a glass to us campers
Tomorrow they’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
They’ll tell the story of tonight

Raise a glass to SWC
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Let’s write a little more tonight
Raise a glass to us campers
Tomorrow they’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
Let’s write a little more tonight
They’ll tell the story of tonight
Raise a glass to SWC
They’ll tell the story of tonight
Raise a glass to SWC
They’ll tell the story of tonight
They’ll tell the story of tonight
END

Story of tonight reprise SWC Parody:

I may not be awake to see our glory
(I may not be awake to see our glory)
But I’ve wrote about wonders great and small
(But I’ve wrote about wonders great and small)
‘Cause if that camper can keep writing
(If I can keep writing)
There’s hope for our cabin after all

Raise a glass to SWC (hey)
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Let's write a little more tonight
Raise a glass to us campers (ho!)
To the newly not bored of us (woo-hoo)
We’ll tell the story of tonight
Let’s write a little more

——->
Well if it isn’t a cabin leader, sir
I didn’t think you’d be here
To be sure (sir)
I came to tell you, you need sleep
Write with us, sir
The whole cabin is here
Sleeping is the worst, sir

They’re right
Congrats to you, Cabin leader
I wish I had your creativity instead of my writing speed
No, you don't
Yes, I do
Now, be sensible
From what I hear, you've made yourself incredible

Well, well, I heard
You were gonna stay up all night, Sir
Is that so?
What are you tryin' to hide, Sir?
I should go
No, these guys should go
What? No!
Leave us alone
Man

It's alright, Sir
I wish you’d let us write, Sir
I’m glad you like to write, but I'm afraid it's unlawful, Kid
What do you mean?
Life > SWC
I see
You gotta go to sleep
No, man.

Congrats again, Camper
Sleep more
I'll see you during cabin wars
I will never understand you
If we want to write then let us write
Why do we have to sleep?
I'll see you during cabin wars
I'll see you during cabin wars
END

1st Weekly!!!!
Part 1: Consistent character voice (516 words (you already put those in TrackBear))

Pandora: A capable princess, confident, curious, daring
Arwin: A loyal knight, protective, only fights if necessary (Tries to talk it out first)



“Princess, you aren’t supposed to be out here.” Arwin said, watching Pandora play the lyre under a willow tree.
“I thought I told you to just call me Pandora.” The princess said, still playing the lyre.
“Yes, Princess, but you’re not allowed to stay out here.” Arwin said matter of factly.
“Why not?” Pandora asked sheepishly as she kept playing her lyre.
“Princess, there’s a war going on and you’ve been ordered to stay inside.” Arwin says.
“So?” Pandora asked.
“Princess! You risk getting murdered!” Arwin shouted.
“So?” Pandora asked, annoyed. Pandora stopped playing her lyre
“Princess, we need to head back.” Arwin pleaded.
“You know what?” Pandora got up, “Walk with me”
“But princess-” Arwin sighs. He was too late. Pandora had already started walking
Pandora started skipping through the forest in her lilac dress, playing her lyre. The trees seemed to move closer to listen. The birds on the tree branches started singing along. Arwin watched in awe as pandora plucked her lyre.
“So, Arwin? Why did you become a knight?” Pandora said as they walked through the forest together.
“Well, Princess-” Arwin started to say,
“Pandora.” The princess corrected.
“Well, Pandora-” Arwin corrected
“Better.” Pandora interrupted.
“I became a knight to carry on my father’s legacy. Once he passed away I fixated on training. I’d always wanted to be a knight anyways” Arwin said.
“Hm, interesting.” Pandora replied. Then she continued to play her lyre. This time humming along with it. She was skipping throughout the forest with Arwin walking close in tow. Arwin didn’t know what song it was, but it sounded beautiful. Arwin examined her more carefully; she had a moonaqua carnation in her hair, her favorite flower. It was about mid-day.
“Princess…I mean Pandora, your father will be worried.” Arwin warned.
“It’ll be fine, Arwin. We’ve only been gone for a little while” Pandora says.
“We’ve been gone for about an hour, Princess.” Arwin corrects.
“Ya know what?” Pandora says as she takes a scroll, quill, and ink out of her satchel. “We’ll send him a letter, letting him know we’re alright and will be back in a while.” Pandora coaxes.
“How are you going to send him a letter from out here?”, Arwin questions.
Pandora whistles and a white dove flies over to her and lands on her finger.
“Could you take this to father?” Pandora kindly asks the dove. The bird chirps in reply and takes the letter.
Thank you, Snow!” Pandora says gently as Snow flies off.
“Woah.”, Arwin marvels, “How’d you do that? And who’s Snow?”
“Lots of practice. And Snow is my bird companion.” Pandora says proudly.
“Cool!” Arwin says “Hey, are you sure your father will be ok with us taking a walk? What if he thinks we’ve been kidnapped by our enemies and forced to write a letter saying that we’re ok, but really we aren’t ok!? What if we get flanked and I can't protect you!?” Arwin says anxiously
“It will be fine, Arwin” Pandora tries to reassure him.
“Whatever you say, Princess,” Arwin says as they walk deeper into the forest.


Part 2: Using Dialogue Effectively (83 words of dialogue) (235 words(I put them in TrackBear))

Pandora and Arwin had been adventuring for the past few hours and they were still wandering through the forest. They stopped abruptly.
“Do you hear that?” Pandora asked.
“What!? Hear what!?” Arwin asks anxiously.
“I hear water.” Pandora says.
“Maybe there’s a creek nearby.” Arwin concludes.
“Come on! Let’s go!” Pandora shouts excitedly.
“But princess-” Arwin begins to say.
“No ‘but’s” Pandora chided and skipped off humming.
“Princess, wait up!” Arwin sighs and sprints after her.

Pandora and Arwin reach the creek. Pandora sits down beside the creek dipping her feet in the water. She is playing her lyre and humming. Arwin is looking for proper skipping stones.
“Aha!” Arwin exclaims
“What? Did you find one yet?” Pandora asks.
“Yes!” Arwin says excitedly. Arwin hands Pandora a stone.
“Is this how you throw it?” Pandora asks. Then she throws it into the river. PLOP!
“Um, no.” Arwin chuckled.
“Then how?” Pandora asks. Arwin gives her another rock and helps her get into position.
“Now, flick! It’s all in the wrist!” Arwin says happily. Pandora does as told and the rock skipped three times.
“I did it!” Pandora shouted.
“Yes, yes you did.” Arwin smiled.
“Hey, Arwin? I hear rushing water ahead, wanna see where it leads?” Pandora asks.
“Um, we should probably be heading back.” Arwin says.
“Please!” Pandora begs.
“Uh, fine, but let's hurry.” Arwin sighs. Pandora skips off with Arwin sprinting behind her.






Part three: Foreshadowing (308)

Pandora and Arwin made their way down the clearwater creek, walking side-by-side. Pandora was humming and playing her lyre. Arwin had his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, prepared for an attack.
“Thanks for coming with me.” Pandora says
“No problem, miss. That's my job.” Arwin replies
“I mean it, though! You could have just dragged me home like everyone else does, but instead you listened. Why?” Pandora asked.
“Oh uh, I’m not sure.” Arwin muttered. Arwin did know why, but he wouldn’t tell her.
“Oh, ok.” Pandora replied.
“Who taught you the lyre?”
“My….my mother.” Pandora’s voice caught.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” Arwin apologized.
“Don’t apologize. It’s fine.” Pandora said quietly.
They walked in silence for a few minutes.
“How long have you been a knight?” Pandora asked.
“Um, I’d say around 9 years.” Arwin replied.
“Whoa.” Pandora said in awe, “Most of them don’t even survive for 3 years.”
“Hm, I guess I'm just lucky.” Arwin mutters.
Eventually, they reached the foot of a waterfall. Streams of beautiful clear water cascading down a rocky cliff into a small pond. Lily Pads rested gently on the water. The sight was astonishing. It was pristine and beautiful. The sunlight hit the water making it sparkle. Something about it seemed off, but they didn’t know what.
“Woah, this place looks magical!” Pandora said in awe.
“It’s beautiful.” Arwin exclaimed.
“Yeah, something’s a little off about this place.” Pandora muttered.
“What did you say?” Arwin asks.
“Nothing!” Pandora replies.
“O…ok!” Arwin replies.
“We should probably head back now. The sun is setting” Pandora said reluctantly.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Arwin confirmed. He could tell something was wrong because Pandora was acting really weird.
“Let’s go.” Pandora said and walked off. Arwin followed. He noticed she wasn’t skipping and playing her lyre like normal. Something was wrong.

Part 4: Script (310 words)

ARWIN: Haven’t we been here, already?
PANDORA: Yes, I believe we have.
ARWIN: We’ve been to this same tree 17 times!
PANDORA: I know.
ARWIN: What do we do now? It’s nighttime and we can’t find our way out. Your father will be getting worried.
PANDORA: Arwin, calm down. Do you hear that?
ARWIN: Rushing water?
PANDORA: Yes.
ARWIN: What’s your idea?
PANDORA: We’re going back to the waterfall.
ARWIN: You seem reluctant.
PANDORA: No, I’m not. Let’s go.
Arwin and Pandora walked to the waterfall in silence
PANDORA: We’re here.
ARWIN: What now?
PANDORA: I don’t know.
ARWIN: Why did we come here?
PANDORA: I don’t know.
ARWIN: Whoa, what’s that.
PANDORA: What?
ARWIN: That.
Arwin points at the waterfall
PANDORA: A waterfall.
ARWIN: No, look closer. There’s a purple glow behind the waterfall.
PANDORA: What is that?
ARWIN: I’m not sure.
PANDORA: Let’s go see what it is!
ARWIN: No, Princess! It could be dangerous!
PANDORA: Please! I want to see!
ARWIN: No.
PANDORA: Come on! We’ll be here all night! I wanna know what the threat is!
ARWIN: You don’t have a weapon!
PANDORA: I have my lyre!
ARWIN: That’s not a weapon.
PANDORA: It is, if it’s used correctly.
Arwin draws his sword.
ARWIN: Fine, but I'm going in first.
PANDORA: Ok!
They both walk over to the waterfall and go behind it.
ARWIN: What sorcery is that!?
PANDORA: Whoa! Is that some sort of portal?
???: I’m going in.
PANDORA: Did that come from inside the portal?
ARWIN: Hide.
They both hide behind some large stalagmites.
PANDORA: Is that a dwarf? Or an elf?
Arwin jumps out from behind the stalagmite.
ARWIN: SURRENDER, SMALL BEING!!!
The elf screams and runs back in the portal with Arwin and Pandora in tow.
ARWIN: Where are we?
PANDORA: Whoa! It looks like we’re trapped in an elven city!

1369 words I think.

Word War with @Vienradze
197 words!

Eliza glanced at the clock and sighed. She was late. She had promised to meet her friends at the park at 2:00. The park was 20 mins away and it was 2:01. She scrambled out of her room, straight into the shower. When she was done with that she quickly grabbed her favorite shirt and put that on. She couldn’t find the pants that matched though. “Mom! Where are my jeans?” Eliza yelled. “They should be in the laundry room!” Her mother yelled back. “Thanks, mom!” Eliza yelled as she ran to the washing room. She found her pair of jeans and put them on. She ran into the bathroom and did her hair. She grabbed her stuff and ran to the front door. “Where are you going?” Her mother asked. “To the park with some friends,” she replied. “Ok, be safe!” Her mother said and kissed her on the cheek. “Have fun!” Her mom said. “I will.” she replied.

She got to the park at 2:34. She was late. “Where have you been?” One of her friends asked. “I was a little late getting ready. I’m sorry.” she replied. “It’s ok one of her friends said-

Cabin War collab (cuz the other cabin was being mean):
Wait for me- Hadestown
Stay alive-Hamilton


“Sir?” The medic grabbed my attention. I jumped out of my seat.
“Is she ok!?” I asked anxiously.
“Your wife has an illness we’ve never seen before.” the medic says sadly.
“Is it bad!? Will she be ok!?” I asked anxiously. The medic gave me a sad look.
“Well, I have good news and bad news. What do you want first?” the medic asked.
“I don’t care! Just tell me!” I said desperately.
“Bad news: We’ve never seen anything like this before. Good news: I have an idea for a cure.” the medic said.
“Let’s hear it! I’ll do anything to save her!” I say, determined to save my wife.

That’s how I ended up trekking through this forest, with nothing but some food, a canteen full of water, a map, and a sword. I followed the river as I was told, determined to save my wife. I have to find that amulet within 9 days or my wife is doomed. I have to cure her, even if it’s the last thing I do. They warned me of the dangers of this quest. I didn’t care how many challenges stood in my way, I would save my wife. I’d burn the whole world for her. Wait for me, dear, I'm coming. Just stay alive.

EDIT
Cabin War collab (cuz the other cabin was being mean):
Wait for me- Hadestown
Stay alive-Hamilton
Dangerous-Epic


“Sir?” The medic grabbed my attention. I jumped out of my seat.
“Is she ok!?” I asked anxiously.
“Your wife has an illness we’ve never seen before.” the medic says sadly.
“Is it bad!? Will she be ok!?” I asked anxiously. The medic gave me a sad look.
“Well, I have good news and bad news. What do you want first?” the medic asked.
“I don’t care! Just tell me!” I said desperately.
“Bad news: We’ve never seen anything like this before. Good news: I have an idea for a cure.” the medic said.
“Let’s hear it! I’ll do anything to save her!” I say, determined to save my wife.

That’s how I ended up trekking through this forest, with nothing but some food, a canteen full of water, a map, and a sword. I followed the river as I was told, determined to save my wife. I have to find that amulet within 9 days or my wife is doomed. I have to cure her, even if it’s the last thing I do. They warned me of the dangers of this quest. I didn’t care how many challenges stood in my way, I didn’t care how dangerous it was, I would save my wife. I’d burn the whole world for her. Wait for me, dear, I'm coming. Just stay alive.

Word War with @Tellurium_26
Prompt: “He got the feeling that maybe he shouldn't have bargained with the unicorn” (11/6)

Have you ever had a regret so bad that you wish that you could go back in time? Well, Max felt that way after he’d made a bargain with a unicorn. Ever since the goblin king had stolen his family he has been on a journey to get them back. He has searched everywhere for information. At shops, in alleyways, and in taverns. Finally, when searching a nearby village, a dark stranger ushered him into an alleyway, promising information. “Hey, keep it down. We don’t need anyone hearing.” He demanded. So, Maxwell did as told. The dark man took off his cloak revealing a unicorn. Maxwell’s eyes widened in shock. “Be quiet.” the man/unicorn said. Maxwell did as told. “I have an offer.” The unicorn said. “Why should I trust you?” Max said. “Do you want your family back or not?” The unicorn questioned. Maxwell gasped. “You can help me?” he asked. “Of course I can. I’m a unicorn for crying out loud!” The shady unicorn said.”So,you’ll help me?” Max asked. “Yes,” The unicorn replied. “Thank you so-” Max started to say. “For a price.” the unicorn interrupted. “Deal! You name it!” Max yelled foolishly. “Deal.” The unicorn grinned misch-

November 11th daily!
I omitted the letter E:


I sing. Thoughts filling my mind. I sing of sorrow and pain. I sing of mishaps and calamity. I strum my guitar on instinct. I pay no mind to my crowd. My focus is only on my song. I sing of worldly sorrows. I sing of scars . I stop. I sing of a utopia that I might go to soon and join my Lord. I sing of how my Lord can put a stop to things that spawn difficulty. I strum chords on my guitar. I put no thought into it, I just play. I sing of my lord. I sing of my God. I sing of my Lord on high. I ask for his assist. I pray that my lord assists my crowd with difficult situations. I stop singing and strum my guitar. A soft song. My crowd starts singing and praying to our God. Lord, my story is a blank canvas that I want you to paint. I start singing random chords in harmony with my guitar. My crowd joins in harmonizing with my guitar and I. It was a glorious sound. All of us singing to our God in harmony. I finish my song by praying to my lord. Praying for all of my crowd. Pray for my crowd’s faith and that it stays strong. I walk off.

12 daily!



Camera dude: ACTION!
Sage: *reading a book*
Camera dude: *sigh* I said, ACTION!
Sage: Oh, we’re starting?
Camera dude: *nods frustratedly*
Sage: Oh!
Sage: Hello, everyone! Mango cult- I mean SWC news station back with more totally reliable information!
Sage: Uh, what do I say again?
Random person from who-knows-where: (Whispers) I thought we went over this!
Sage: We did?
Random person: (Whispers) *forehead slap* YES!
Sage: Oh yeah! I remember now! *Waves the person off stage*
Sage: Welcome! Today we have a very special guest! Everyone give it up for one of SWC’s favorite mascots, Gurtle!
*Nothing happens*
Sage: Gurtle?
*Someone from backstage runs on set*
Random dude from backstage: (Whispers) She won’t come on set! She won’t stop eating links and forums.
Sage: *Rolls her sleeves up* GURTLE, IF YOU DON’T STOP EATING FORUMS RIGHT NOW I WILL CHUCK YOU INTO THE GRAND CANYON AND REGRET NOTHING!!!
*Gurtle comes on set*
Sage: *sigh* Now Gurtle, Would you like to tell us a bit about yourself before we get started?
Gurtle: OM NOM (Various crunching and “om nom” noises)
Sage: *annoyed sigh* Gurtle, can you please stop eating forums and links?
Gurtle: *stops chewing and swallows the link*
Sage: Alright thank-
Gurtle: *Immediately shoves another forum in her mouth*
Sage: *Eye twitch* GURTLE, IF YOU DON’T STOP I WILL THROW YOU OFF OF THE BURJ KHALIFA!!!!
Gurtle: *stops chewing yet again*
Sage: MOVING ON! Gurtle, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself?
Sage: (whispers) or else…
Gurtle: OM.
Sage: Don’t. You. Dare.
Gurtle: NOM.
Sage: *eye twitch* (whispers) Gurtle, I know you like eating forums and links but now is not the right time.
Gurtle: MUNCH
Sage: (Whispers) Well, Mount Vesuvius is always an option.
Gurtle: *stops*
Sage: That’s what I thought.
Sage: Sorry everyone for that minor inconvenience! Technical difficulties! Moving on! Gurtle, the question all the SWCers want the answer to, why do you eat links and forums?
*silence*
Sage: Gurtle?
Gurtle: *eats the camera*
Sage: GURTLE! NO!
Another camera man because the first one ran away: KEEP GOING!
Sage: Wait, so you’re telling me that wasn’t our only camera?
Other camera man: Yes!
Sage: Oh!
Sage: Hello everyone! Welcome back to SWC news station! We’re back with a new interview! Welcome Smarlls! Now. Are you going to behave?
Smarlls: NEVER!!!
Sage: *sigh* I quit.

Daily 13: Satisfied from Hamilton


They call my name. I reluctantly step forward to make a toast. Abruptly, I get sucked into my memories. Oh no. Not that night. I might regret that night forever.

Boys keep trying to get praise from my sister and I. My sister and I parted ways for now. As I walk through the great ballroom, I admire the dream-like candlelight. It reminded me of a dream I couldn’t exactly place. I look around the room. I suddenly spot a young man with brilliant blue eyes. They were as bright as the sky and as deep as the ocean. He walks over to me and I turn as red as a rose.I’m at a loss for words. I’m never at a loss for words. I’ve never felt this way before. I feel like I'm drowning in his beautiful blue eyes. I can’t take my eyes off of his intelligent blue eyes.
“Hello there! What's your name?” He asks kindly. When spoke to me I forgot my name!
“You seem a little lonely.” He says.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” I replied.
“I’m also alone.” He said.
“Is that right?” I replied.
“I’m Amelia.” I say.
“Alex.” He replies.
“Where are you and your family from?” I ask.
“Not important.” He said. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he didn’t want to talk about it so I didn’t.
“There’s a lot of things I haven’t done. Just you wait.” He says. I’ve finally found someone I match with! Someone who understands me. He has the wits of my level. He’s perfect! What’s the catch!? The conversation lasted for 2-3 minutes and we agreed on everything. Is this a dream? I think he’s a little bit of a flirt, but I’ll give him a chance. When I asked about his family he started fidgeting and shaking.
(NOT DONE)

Daily 15~~
An old D&D idea I had~~

A deadly curse has fallen upon the kingdom of Thorndale….

The world of Kadria has seven kingdoms, Thorndale being one of them. Thorndale is protected by walls of thorns and its brave soldiers. The king and queen of Thorndale are excellent rulers, who rule the kingdom with wisdom and knowledge. The rulers were also very kind people, but if you got on their bad side they weren’t so patient. The rulers valued their subjects’ critiques and suggestions. They were perfect rulers. Children get great educations. They have teachers that make learning fun. Thorndale was a peaceful kingdom. Thorndale didn’t have any known enemies. They were safe. At least that’s what they thought. Every night, someone in Thorndale was found dead. The crops had stopped growing. The king and queen had no idea who was doing this.

One day someone found a note on a dead body they found. It read:
Dear rulers of Thorndale,

We’re sure you have noticed your precious subjects meeting their fate and your lack of supplies. Your kingdom is running low on supplies and we predict you should run out by winter solstice. If you truly value the lives of your people you might want to hurry.
-The deathbringers

The king and queen had not one idea who was causing this chaos. They had no enemies. They had wronged no one. They hadn’t done anything wrong. They even took their subjects' ideas into consideration. They deeply cared for their subjects and were devastated by the loss. It was early August, meaning they only had so little time left to find the culprits.They needed to find out who was doing this…and soon.

The king and queen have chosen a group of three heroes to solve this mystery. That’s where you come in. You must find out who is doing this before the deadline or else Thorndale is doomed.

311 words~~~

Critiquaire for Maven

Ok! Before I start I would just like to say, these are only suggestions. Your writing is still amazing without my changes. I would like to start off by saying this writing is an absolute masterpiece. I love the choice of words and the descriptions!I found a few small details that I might change, but nothing major. One thing I might change (You don’t have to though. It was just a little detail): When you get to dialogue I would separate it. Like this:
It was as if he had been asleep, and suddenly his eyes brightened and he came awake. A small smile twisted his mouth upward. He held me close to keep the cold at bay, his gloved hands warm.
“Dear friend,” he murmured to me, barely audible over the wind. “Dear friend, I should hope that you do not fear the sky for that.” At the time, I had no idea what the man meant. It was not until years had gone by that I figured it out. You too will have to anxiously await the answer for a time, but I promise, dear friends, that I will share all with you soon enough.


Like I said you do not have to do that. That was just a suggestion. Also at the beginning I was confused. Is his name Captain?


I am the good Captain’s wings, flying as far as it takes to carry his voice across the seas.


Ok, I love this sentence but, I would change “Captain’s” to captain’s because I wasn’t sure if that was a proper noun or not.


I, dear friends, have journeyed across the world with the one, the only, Captain Lory Ruse.


Again, great sentence but there is no need for the comma after “the one”.


Overall, It is an amazing story. It definitely evoked my feelings. I may have cried just a little at the end and I’m not someone to show emotion. It is just awesome! You’re an amazing author! <3

333 words~

Daily 17
Words 372~
UNFINISHED!!!!

“Are you ready, Vivia?” My conductor asks me.
“Of course, Mrs Caddel! I can’t wait!” I answered excitedly.
“Don’t worry! You’re on right after intermission!” Mrs Caddel assures me. I am more than ready. This is my first solo, but I have been practicing for months. I have memorized every note. Mrs.Caddell checks her watch.
“Oh! It’s time for me to go! Get ready!” Mrs. Caddel says excitedly as she walks on stage. A few Violin players and Flutes walk over and wish me luck and walk off.
“Ok, everyone! Break is over and it’s time for our next performance!” Mrs. Caddel called out from on stage. “Everyone welcome Vivia Ramirez of the flute section!” As I walk on stage a round of applause goes up from the crowd. My conductor walks off stage and joins the crowd. The spotlight is in my eyes. Around 250 people in the crowd. I start playing my melody. People in the audience look entranced by my song. I play my ballad on the flute. Perfect chorales. I’m playing everything right! I’m doing great! This is so fun-BOOM! Screams go up from the crowd. Pain erupts in my sternum. I drop my flute and clutch my heart. Blood covered my hand. Yelling coming from backstage. A bit of blood comes out of my mouth. I can’t think straight. I bow just as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Detective Andrea! You’ve arrived!” A young woman who was probably the conductor said.
“Mrs. Caddel, I presume?” I ask.
“Yes.” she says impatiently.
“Ok, where is the body?” My assistant, Brady asks.
“Just over here.” She replies and leads me over to a grand stage. The police had already started blocking off this room. Brady went backstage to look for clues. I examine the body.
“Gunshot in the chest.” I note, “Where were you when she was shot?”
“I was in the crowd.” Mrs. Caddel answered.
“Did you see who did it?” I ask.
“No……Actually I saw a shadowy figure over there.” She said and pointed at the left side of the stage.
“Did you recognize them?”
“No. It probably isn’t helpful that they were all wearing black.”
“No, probably not.”
“Andrea! I found something!”