Please read through the first post of this thread whether or not you have read it before - our rules are changed and edited every session as we work on improving SWC! Yes it's long, but all of this information is important for you to know, because we share the forums with the rest of Scratch! If you have any questions afterwards, please ask me or another host on our profiles - that way it's easier for you to get a response without clogging up this thread <3

• Only literary words may be added - see the first section below for a full description of this!
  
• Leaders may ask for proof of writing if they believe the amount you're adding is unrealistic.
  
• You must give an explanation of what you were writing when you add words. Leaders will not add words without this.
  
• You may not add more than 10,000 words at once.
  
• Dailies and weeklies must be commented in the Main Cabin before they end, even if the description has not yet been updated.
  
• Proof for dailies and weeklies must be shown on Scratch. There will not be exceptions to this rule for having inappropriate writing.
  Proof of winning a word war isn't necessary - they're run on an honor system.
  
• Please do not escalate arguments! Simply stop responding and report any offensive comments.
  
• Make sure not to take cabin rivalries too far and remember that the point is to have fun!
  

• Roleplay - As a guideline, you should be somewhat in character and there should be description of actions in addition to dialogue
  
• Fictional writing
  
• Non-fictional writing
  
• Literary journal entries
  
• Writing in another language - if you’re unsure on how many words to add because the language counts writing in a different way (e.g. character counts in Chinese), Google Translate it to English and use that word count. We hope that this will be close to the number of words it would be in spoken language, but if you have a different suggestion, please let us know!
  
• Schoolwork - essays, assignments that include literary/analytical writing (such as worksheets requiring analysis of parts of a novel) but not note taking or non-literary writing such as writing out math problems
  
• Giving critique (but only the words you wrote! If you gave 1000 words of critique but 300 of those were quotes of the original writing, add 700 words)
  
• Stream of consciousness writing
  
• Vents/rambles
  
• Formal emails that are longer than a paragraph
  
• Explanatory SWC dailies that are longer than a paragraph
  
• Words from comics
  
• Parodies (so long as it’s mostly your original thought)
  

• Notetaking
  
• Texting, commenting, etc.
  
• Copying another person’s writing
  
• Translating
  
• Writing thing out from memory / copying things out (e.g. copying out a textbook, lyric spam)
  
• Code - even if using a text based programming language!
  

• If your leader thinks that the amount you’re writing is unrealistic, they may ask for proof or choose not to add it.
  
• You must outline what you were writing when you add words. Your leaders will not be allowed to add the words otherwise! (a sufficient outline could look like: “365 words were from an english worksheet, 1946 were from working on my novel, 568 from the daily, 2868 from working on an essay”. Be aware that a timespan for the writing is not a sufficient outline!)
  
• If you are uncomfortable sharing proof for writing, that’s okay! Exceptions to giving proof (even for large blocks of writing) can be provided on an individual basis and you will have better luck getting one if you cooperate and are willing to give partial proof and detailed explanations/descriptions on what you’ve written. Other solutions to this can include giving a leader/host proof in a discreet location (on scratch of course - this could be editing an old forum post or putting it in a comment inside an old project).

• Reserves are words that you don’t add right away.
  
• Only up to 10k words may be added at a time, regardless of whether or not you share the writing.
  
• An exception may be granted if you were unable to access Scratch for over a week. Please contact a host if this is the case!
  
• All words become reserves after camp is over in all timezones.

• Activities must be submitted before they end in UTC, even if the Main Cabin description has not been updated yet!
  
• Campers and leaders are expected to give all required proof for weeklies and dailies, and it must be submitted on time to earn points.
  
• Proof must be provided on Scratch, and all writing must be Scratch appropriate if you need to provide proof for it. Photos of writing count as proof, and may be shared using a Scratch-approved image host.
  

• If you have a question about a daily, ask in the main cabin! Hosts and/or leaders will make a judgment on this - if you’re a camper, please refrain from answering any questions that are subject to interpretation (clarifying rules and such is fine!), leave it to the leaders and hosts please <3
  
• Extensions for dailies are unavailable as there really isn’t any point in granting them given the low point value and short timeframe of dailies.
  

• If you are uncomfortable sharing proof for a weekly, you should contact the hosts or your leader as early as possible. Exceptions to giving proof can be provided on an individual basis and you will have better luck getting one if you let us know early (as opposed to simply refusing to give proof when trying to add your weekly). Other solutions to this can include giving a leader/host proof in a discreet location (on scratch of course - this could be editing an old forum post or putting it in a comment inside an old project).
  
• If you have queries about a weekly, try to wait until a host or member of the daily team can clarify.
  
• Extensions for weeklies can be granted on an individual basis. You should let the hosts know as early as possible and you can discuss it with us from there.

• If any links to leader discussions are leaked, please ignore the comments. If it can be classified as spam, you can report the comments, but please don’t mass report with multiple accounts as that can lead to alerts from the ST.
  
• If you get into a fight with anyone, it’s best to stop responding so it doesn’t escalate. You can ask your leader or a host for help. Of course, report any offensive material you see as part of such an argument (e.g. projects calling people to report a specific user or people speaking badly about others).
  
• Please take care to not take cabin rivalries too far! Using this tone indicators guide can be helpful in ensuring that no one’s feelings get hurt. If you do feel that someone has gone beyond friendly jokes, you can remind them that it’s just for fun, report the comments, or ask a leader/host for help, depending on what you feel fits the situation!
  

Kenzie's Library <3

About Me

• Kenzie - female
  
• cabin: action (co-leader)
  
• 8th session!!
  
• favorite book series: The Belgariad by David Eddings or The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Ruthfuss!!
  
• favorite music artist (as of 2/28/25, it might change): Claire Leslie!!
  

Goals

1. 12,765/15,000 words
   
2. 7/15 dailies
   
3. 2/2 weeklies
   
4. 0/15 Critiquitaires
   
5. 1/15 Word Wars
   
6. Participated in both cabin wars (if IRL events aren't in the way)
   

Activities

Dailies

1. 3/1 || 1k Word Intro || 3,130 || 0
   
2. 3/2 || To The Stars || 324 || 300
   
3. 3/2 || Buy a Florest™ today! || 367 || 450
   
4. 3/12 || Silk, Sand, and Secrets || 276 || 250
   
5. date || title || word count || point count
   

Weeklies

1. Worldbulding || 1,805 || 2,000
   
2. Rule-Breaking || 1,610 || 2,500
   
3. title || word count || point count
   
4. title || word count || point count
   

Critiquitaires

1. date || title || word count || point count || partner: @user
   
2. date || title || word count || point count || partner: @user
   
3. date || title || word count || point count || partner: @user
   
4. date || title || word count || point count || partner: @user
   
5. date || title || word count || point count || partner: @user
   

Word Wars

1. 3/5 || word war #1 || 106 || partner: @i_like_kotlc || lost
   
2. date || title || word count || partner: @user || won/lost
   
3. date || title || word count || partner: @user || won/lost
   
4. date || title || word count || partner: @user || won/lost
   
5. date || title || word count || partner: @user || won/lost
   

Specials

1. date || Writing Comp Entry || word count
   
2. date || Fan-Fi Writing Comp Entry || word count
   
3. 3/1 || 1k Word intro || 3,130
   
4. date || Thank You Notes || word count
   
5. date || MBCE || word count
   

Misc.

1. 3/3 || How Ms. Kenzie Discovered Her Spider Powers || 390
   
2. date || title || word count
   
3. date || title || word count
   
4. date || title || word count
   
5. date || title || word count
   

Closing

Thank you so much for reading all of this!

Have some feedback to give on a story, or something else? Please message me on my profile, instead of in this thread.

★ Skylar’s SWC Writing Thread - March 2025 ★

★ Table of Contents ★
- dailies
- weeklies
- word wars
- cabin wars 1
- cabin wars 2
- in cabin activities
- misc writing

★ Dailies ★
1/3 - 1089 words - link
2/3 - 583/300 words - link
3/3 - 374/350 words - link
4/3 - See “Word Wars”
5/3 - 0/0 words - link
6/3 - 0/0 words - link
7/3 - 0/0 words - link

★ Weeklies ★
Weekly 1 - 3266 words - link
Weekly 2 - 0/0 words - link
Weekly 3- 0/0 words - link
Weekly 4 - 0/0 words - link

★ Word Wars ★
War 1 - Livy (FireBlood23) - 246 words - link - status
War 2 - Sage (babyoda1546) - 207 words - link - status unknown
War 3 - opponent - 0 words - link - status
War 4 - opponent - 0 words - link - status

★ Cabin Wars 1 ★
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★ Cabin Wars 2 ★
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★ In Cabin Activities ★
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★ Misc Writing ★
Redo of Daily 2 (using Zoe’s words) - 356 words - link
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goals!

»9/20 dailies
»2/4 weeklies
»2/15 word wars
»2/2 cabin wars participated in
»0/5 critiquitaire
»0/1 writing competition entry
»0/5000 words for my novel

dailies ☾

daily #1
words: 171

Hello everyone, I'm Kat! Currently, I'm screeching in excitement about SWC starting! I use she/her pronouns, and I'm an eccentric STEM-obsessed human (perhaps c(at)uman, who knows? I might even turn out to be cumin!) who spends her time daydreaming, running aimlessly, reading, writing, and chatting with friends (don't forget trying to imagine the size of an atom :wink wink: ) You can probably tell that I beyond adore cats, and dogs, and bunnies, and parrots, and geckos, and gurtles (I only have a preference towards felines- all of them are amazing, and there are lots more in the list)! This session, I'm co-leading myth, which is one of the most awesome cabins ever to exist! I'm part of a lot of fandoms, a few of the most prominent including ✨EPIC: THE MUSICAL✨, Wings of Fire (dragons! :fire: ), basically the entire Riordanverse, and Harry Potter! Feel free to come to talk to me anytime, I'd love to chat (and I'm pretty much interested in every single concept- from black holes to full stops!)

daily #2
words: 348 inspiration: @SongBirdCat_

There is a strange thing about the future. It advanced so much through the ages, has fancy ideas and innovations one never even can hope to dream about. Yet, in the future, so many beautiful things have been lost to time. Forgotten, tales simply… gone. Not in a flash. Perhaps it is just the fact that those from the future are just too preoccupied with their own time's wonderful things to notice the wonderful things from eons ago.

Everything has a limit, however. Legends that everyone knew can be virtually nonexist. Yes, the future is a very flimsy concept. In the world of Zisa, there are so many breathtaking things- fireworks, holograms, communication across continents, overwhelming information about everything under the Twin Suns.

Sadly, something more beautiful and marvellous than all of these things combined, has been forgotten. Faded away. Dragons. Beasts of splendour, majesty, bravery. The dragons were once prominent in all stories, they even wandered amongst the streets of mankind, treated equally. As humanity's need for these spectacular beings lessened with the coming of technology, dragons became unimportant. Uninvolved.
…Unwanted.

They nearly went extinct, without space to roam and prey to hunt. That will all change. As the last of the eggs cracks open, it doesn't reveal ash like all the others. Inside is a growing beast, soon to become a dragon.

There is still hope. Hope for the world to again be regaled with the breaths of dragons and man merged, friends. For the species to come alive. If only the stars aligned, it could be the start of a new age.

As the claws clatter onto the hard stone floor, alone, but not quite. There is another egg. The youngling dragon is small, only the size of a rabbit. It's scales shine like diamonds. Does it realize that it is the last of it's kind?

No.

Not the last. A slight sound emerges, from the remaining egg. Inside, there is not ash. There is life.

A slight chance, but a chance still. For the dragons to rise again, and make the stars shine brighter.

daily #3
words: 354 inspiration: hat, rail, stage

May I introduce the lovely, the wondrous, the absolutely fabulous rait? I can hardly describe this, it is so fashionable. The best part? You are one of the first people to read this. The rait, an innovation of style, has just released yesterday! Get this unique item at a whopping 40% in the first ten days of release! Nearly half the cost, and double the shine!

What is the rait, exactly? Well, the rait is a hat. A simple hat. Can't be much, can it? WRONG. Shaped like a regular top hat, definitely. So what is so spendiforous about it? Looking at it will bring awe! Upon the brim, is a set of tiny rails, yes, rails! The rails spiral up all around the hat, to the crown lining.

These rails come in different colours! There's is blue, red, yellow, green, purple, gray, silver (premium), gold (premium), and lots more! Now, these rails aren't the only thing spectacular. What's more stunning is the machine that runs upon these rails. You guessed it- a train! A miniature train runs upon these rails, detailed to the max!

With shiny headlights, realistically chugging wheels (don't worry, the sound can be adjusted or muted if wished), this train looks as if the real thing had been shrunk! It moves back and forth on these rails. From it's starting point on the brim, it moves upwards on the spiralling rails until it reaches the top. Then, it backs again to the brim, constantly moving!

And what makes this even more great? It doesn't work on batteries! With cutting-edge technology, it uses solar power to work! With technology that is hidden in the lining (yet don't worry, there's no chance of being electrocuted or discomforted in any way!) it harnesses the power of the sun to keep your eco-friendly train moving!

Did I mention the ultimate comfort? It has faux fur in the lining, and the underbrim, to give your intelligent head the comfort it needs!

So, what are you waiting for? Rush to a familiar store or online and get one for yourself, before it runs out of stock!

daily #5
words: 475 (total)

anthem for fairytales:
Achieving your dreams,
with a chameleon by your side,
sounds like something
from a fairytale!

Dreaming to see the lights,
floating in the sky,
visions of beauty
your one true goal

With friends by your side,
journeying becomes a holiday
In Corona you thrive,
a marvel of a palace

You don't rush along with us all
You go with the flow,
calm and chill,
with no haste

And yet you stay motivated,
to achieve your goals
and you have the best of animals
Horses, chameleons, add in some sparrows

As you're all just in a fairytale,
a time to be elated!
shining like the sun,
In your own coolness!

Just relax,
there's no reason
for procrastination
as you're focusing on self-growth!

Most importantly,
you're a family
entwined in the
petals of a flower

Gleaming and glowing,
shining- radiating!
Not a chance for failure
In the face of such splendour!

May the fairytales live long,
with happiness and joy
and hopes forever,
Long live, Fairytales!

anthem for adventure
Adventure, so brave
even when stranded
deep in the coldest
mountains of snow

You can be resilient,
resourceful too
while holding the cold back
through all difficulty

Your breath catches in the air
I'm surprised it doesn't spell
'TOO COOL TO BE TRUE'
but you're very real, indeed

Crashing in the mountains,
a rare experience
but not the best one,
for it is freezing.

It is freezing,
and you have to sacrifice
arson opportunities
for dull old warmth!

Smiling while surviving
No, you're going to be thriving
Because in the hardest challenges,
you'll always come out on top!

As a team,
doing you best,
is vital to continue on
but you will pass through!

Determination is a virtue
And you are packed to the brim
there's no doubt-
the hardship will pass

With your talented hands,
how could it not?
Turning the worst of situations
to the best of times

Keep on trying,
and fighting!
Because you are adventurers,
adventurers supreme!

anthem for journalism!
Your fingers are inky,
You smell like paper,
but always keeping on writing
You will prevail!

When the deadline looms,
like a tower,
you craft your masterpiece
and let the public know

You're everyone's favorite press
always hardworking and honest
and your staff is great
along with your news!

So neat and organized,
procrastinating never
a happy atmostphere
the best workplace

Your lovely aesthetics,
sights to behold,
draw the eye, how could they not
with the beautiful blend of color

Your purpose is noble,
spreading news to the world,
north, east, west, south
that's what you stand for!

You call yourselves the press
more like awesomeness!
The epitome of coolness
that's the truth

Too bad that we're enemies
I'll still look at your papers
it so clearly shines through
that you are ‘AMAZING’

Never stop working,
even if it's two in the night
because you are the ultimate:
deadline fighters!

daily #6
words: 464

We've all most likely heard of this one- Ursa Major, or more specifically, the Big Dipper. Actually, the Big Dipper is an asterism a part of the Ursa Major constellation. The Ursa Major (and minor) is one of the most recognized constellations- it has a rich history and mythological significance surrounding it. This constellation is also known as the Great Bear.

The Greeks believed that the constellations showed important life lessons. They were called katasterismoi then, or ‘placings of the stars’. In their accounts, this constellation (specifically the Big Dipper) depicts the myth of Callisto, a beautiful nymph that Zeus fell in love with. Hera, being the most jealous wife of the gods, was envious, and turned Callisto into a bear.

Then, one day, while the poor nymph turned bear was wandering the forests, she chanced upon her son, Arcas. Arcas could not recognize his mother, and tried to kill her. Zeus could not bear to see this, so he transformed the son into a bear as well and put them both into the sky as constellations- Arcus as Ursa Minor!

The Ursa Major shows up on the Alaskan flag. This flag was created by Benny Benson. The Big Dipper's stars are Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, and Alkaid. Alioth is the brightest star in the Ursa Major. Dubhe and Merak are also used to point towards the North Star.

It is also one of the oldest constellations, and it is the thrid largest. It is one of the 48 constellations listed by the greek astronomer and mathematician Ptolemy in the second century A.D. It never sets below the horizon.

In South Korean mythologys, it states that there was once a widow had to cross a river regularly with her seven sons. To make it easier to cross, the sons placed stepping stones in the river. The widow didn't know who put them there, but she blessed them. So, when the sons died, they became the Big Dipper stars.

The Ursa Major was also mentioned in many important literary works by famous authors, whether ancient or just a few hundred years ago. It was mentioned in the works of Shakespeare, Homer, Tennyson, and Spenser.

It is featured in an artwork by Vincent Van Gogh- visible in a painting called ‘Starry Night Over the Rhône’. This indicates the Ursa Major's great significance in artwork and creative expression.

In total, there are 21 stars in the Ursa Major constellation, and they host planets! The Ursa Major takes up 3.10% of the sky.

The Ursa Major is is one of the most well known constellations, and for good reason- it has greatly influenced ancient and modern culture, and we can see always see it looming over us (at least, in most parts of the Northern Hemisphere)!

daily #8
words: 313

To Enid Blyton-

Right now, as I type this, I'm holding one of your books open, which I've already read about two times- but your writing is so amazing and addicting that I can't help come back! Your characters are so realistic, and your stories come to life in front of my eyes. You're one of my greatest writer models- you actually inspired me to write my first long-term work of writing!

For you, writing is such a commitment I can't help but drop my jaw! In 50 years of writing (which is no small deal), you wrote over 700 books! At an old age, you still pressured on like an absolute superhero!

You're such an inspiring role model to look up to- you were the literal most popular British author of the 20th century- and you probably still are now, more than fifty years later! All I can say is thank you- for inspiring me and hundreds of other artists, readers, writers, or anyone!

So- thank you! Thank you for being such an amazing person, an amazing writer, and an amazing everything! Moreover- one of your books was the first proper novel I've read completely on my own! You literally started my reading journey: it was thanks to that one novel that I got into the habit of reading. I went from gaping at that 150-pager to reading 500 pages with ease.

Even though you were born more than a hundred years ago, you built a legacy so powerful and strong that it lives strong to this day! When I say that you were one of the best writers to exist, I mean it.

Happy Women's Day- you achieved a lot, and everyone of those accomplishments was well deserved! You wrote for children, but I'll be captivated by your works when I'm sixty- no, I'll love them forever.

Heartfelt wishes,
a reader!

daily #10
words: 162

The painting I'm going to talk about is a famous one- the Starry Night, by Vincent Van Gogh, a Dutch painter, in June 18889. It is painted with an oil on canvas medium. The Starry Night is widely recognized, and it's quite a look into Van Gogh's soul itself. The writer was experiencing a lot of mental turmoil in this stage, and the painting itself reflects a lot of that. This also inspired other things- the first glow in the dark bike path was inspired by the swirly pattern. The Starry Night was based on the view from outside Van Gogh's window in France, though a lot of it was drawn from memory.
To summarize, the Starry Night is a beautiful painting, captivating in both ways of skill and appearance. There's no wonder that this ranks high in the most popular paintings of all time, and certainly is the Magnum Opum of Vincent Van Gogh's works, right up there with Mona Lisa!

daily #11
words: 542

There once were three very awesome goats: Flounder, Tinker, and Fern! Flounder was the biggest, oldest, and allegedly- the wisest. He also knew how to swim, and loved it! Fern, meanwhile, was the middle child- or goat. He was a very pleasant goat to be around, but a bit of a scaredy-cat sometimes. He loves music, and he can be quite witty, too! Tinker, or the youngest! He's funny, likes to play tricks (especially on his poor brother Fern…), and is quite assured that he's awesome!

They were a strange trio, what with Tinker strutting around in sunglasses, Flounder shaking water out of his coat from his recent swim, and Fern checking his back tentatively at every turn.
“Oh! My bros, look over there!” Tinker grinned, pointing his stubs of horns toward the field beyond a bridge. There was glory there- dozens of apple trees, and even more mango trees. Pure loveliness in one meadow. Flounder frowned slightly.

“Don't you think this is a bit… dangerous?” he asked. He had enough experience to know what trouble the other two could get in with their eagerness. True, he loved mangoes. Apples were smashing too. But his caution overwhelmed his desire to feast.

Fern scoffed at this. He shouldn't have, because he was a very paranoid goat.
“You know my knack for spotting danger, brother!” said he happily, his guard down. Flounder frowned, but said nothing. They made their way toward the sturdy wooden bridge.

Tinker happily pushed past the others and started to cross the bridge. Fern squinted.
“W-wait! Stop!” he started shrieking all of a sudden. But it was too late. A gigantic monster began to pull itself up, above the bridge, towering over the youngest brother.

He looked forward, a bit fazed. This monster… a troll. He was big and blue, with water dripping down his arms, which were great and wide as tree stumps. Tinker, the bold and brave Tinker, gulped. Oh, dear. Things were going wrong today.

Back at the head of the bridge, Flounder began to pace.
“I never should have let him cross… oh no, oh no!” it grew to a wail.

Tinker's wits came into place.
“Look how bony I am,” he moaned. “Are you sure that you don't want my big bro?” and then he sprinted across before the troll could react, taking advantage of the pause.

Taking a deep breath, Fern plowed on. Oh, dear. That troll really did look very, very scary. He employed the same tactic, pointing to Flounder, then running across like his life depended on it. Then again, it probably did…

Flounder was scared. He didn't have an older brother to rely upon. So he mustered up all the courage inside him, and blurted out:
“I challenge you, Grumpy of the Bridge Trolls, to a swimming contest!”
Of course, he was the better swimmer, much better than that lumbering troll, so he won quite easily. They started from one side, and speed swam to the other as fast as they could.

Flounder did make it to the other side before the bridge troll, and got to show off his skills as a bonus! Leaving the troll confused and dumbfounded, he and his brothers feasted on mangoes to their heart's content.

daily #12
words: 285

Another flower wilted over the parched, lush forest turned desert land. There was a lot to be discouraged about in this place, and though you could very easily see the bright side of the land, it wasn't the pleasant sort of bright side. It was just that the sun shone so bright over this barren land that one could be blinded if you looked anywhere near it and feel a constant heat on their heads.

This used to be a thriving civilization, filled with greenery. Trees as far as the eye could see, ferns growing out of here and there, birds and rabbits and humans coexisting happily. Not so much anymore. Maybe there was the occasional rat, or the traveller human. However, nothing could restore that previous paradise.

No, there isn't much to look at in that place. Not much life, either… except for that one family that boldly continues to live on. Their ancestors lived in the paradise version, and the family sticks true to their heritage, braving the dryness to stay familiar in the roots of their history.

No one else. That one family, the Adamsons, thought that they would have to live in this wasteland forever, but their pride stopped them from leaving. Still- perserverance always, always pays off. The Adamsons would learn that- if they just held on for a bit!

The next day, it rained. It nearly flooded. Crusted dirt moistened, and jaws dropped. It rained like the sky was shedding blue tears of happiness. The barren land was never the same again- it wasn't quite as lush as before, but flowers bloomed again, and trees grew green again. Finally, the rain that had been so long awaited had come.

daily #13
words: 542

A boy and his dog trotted on a roadside.

Leo (the boy) and Fish (the dog) were taking their usual morning stroll. Fish paused. He stuck his snout in a patch of flowers- gillyflowers. He sniffed them for a while, then snatched one between his jaws and dropped it at Leo's feet.

“Aw, thanks, Fish!” Leo said, kneeling to pick up the flower. “This is one pretty flower that you picked!” he tousled the fur on Fish's head. He stuck the flower in his pocket, and proceeded.

There were lots of different flowers here- oleander! Gosh, that wasn't good. It wouldn't help Fish's health if he happened to stick his nose in that! So Leo picked up the fluffy dog and placed him in his arms until the oleander passed.

Settling the dog down, Leo noticed that his watch was missing. Blow! He must have let it fall somewhere on the path.
“Stay,” he said firmly to Fish, and then traced his steps. The oleander smell was nice and fragrant, and he found his watch lying in the middle of the dirt path they were strolling on.

He stopped to smell the oleanders for a bit, then jogged back to Fish. There was a vehicle parked in the road. It started off, and Leo didn't pay much heed to it. But… when he reached the spot where he had left Fish, there was no dog! Not a trace- well, other than a few strands of fur.

His jaw dropped. He squinted at the vehicle, an awful feeling of worry building up in his stomach. He groaned. Not Fish! The pieces were being put together in his mind- that vehicle was none other than Animal Control!

He ran after it for a painstaking while, hollering at the top of his voice until it was hoarse. He wouldn't let his pace slow, even though he knew it was futile running after a moving van. He changed tactics, nearly stumbling in the snowdrops.

He decided to change tactic. He ran more or less towards the side of the vehicle, where he was visible in the side-view-mirrors. He waved his arms about, running for all he was worth.

Soon, his stamina started to deplete. He had to pause for a breath. Desperately, he watched the vehicle become smaller… and then stop. Taking one deep breath, he briskly walked towards the van as fast as he could.

“Are you crazy, lad?” said the man at the wheel. “Running after the van like a madman!”
“My… dog is… in here… left him… and… then he got… taken in!” Leo panted.

The men took a glance at each other.
“Oh, you mean that big terrier?” the man asked, the one who had spoken earlier. Leo nodded eagerly. The men got out of the van, and opened the back. He drew out a dog… Fish!

Fish leapt into Leo's arms, licking him for all he was worth. The men waved goodbye, and left. Leo sat down, petting Fish like he was on fire. The pair were vigorously greeting each other, as if they hadn't seen each other in years and years rather than a few minutes.

Fish and Leo strolled back home, with Fish sniffing the snowdrops all the way.

daily #14 (holii <3)
words: 356

The creature opened her eyes, wrapping her wings around her head, startled. The world was bright. It was colourful, and so welcoming- colours that comforted her and radiated a warmth. A lush green, a sunny yellow, and a fiery red illuminated her wings, making her drop them in curiousity.

There was another dragon standing there, peering at her. She was the source of the happy colours. The smaller dragon felt a sense of safety from this bigger dragon, and her instincts told her that this was her mother. The fiery dragon smiled, showing her fangs, but the small dragon wasn't frightened. Instead, her sense of safety increased.

The big dragon- Mother -nudged her, and another sharp instinct rushed to her. Her name was Aranea, of the Sun Dragons. She didn't know how she knew that. She just did. She took a look at her surroundings. They were in a cave, a rocky one. It had a jagged opening through which blinding sunlight poured in, and drenched her scales in a lovely, warm feeling.

She spread her wings wider, as wide as she could, and stretched her neck back, trying to absorb all of the feeling. It gave her strength, and seemed to propel her to her feet. Again, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew.

Yellow was her new favourite colour- that was the colour of the warmth. And green and red. Because her mother was that colour, and Aranea knew somehow that she loved her mother dearly. She herself was a moody shade of red- bright maroon. Even the cave wasn't gray (again, how did she know that gray existed, if she'd never seen such a dull colour in her life? There wasn't a gray scale on her whole tiny body), it was a vivid sort of beige.

This wasn't a normal cave. Aranea decided that she loved instincts- they were very nice, and they were the ones who told her that her Mother was safe and friendly, and to absorb the warm feeling, so she liked them.

She also decided that she liked this world, even though her instincts hadn't mentioned that.

daily #15
words: 301

Nadia felt faint as she sat down on /her throne/ in /her palace/. Gosh, had the king gone crazy? The new decree had just been announced, that the king was on holiday for a day and he would pick someone to rule for that day. She'd been the first person in his line of sight, so he'd pointed his chubby finger at her, and now she was here.

The throne was cold… but her glee was overpowering. She had new laws in mind, running through her head. She was going to be quite careless with these, as the king would probably come back and demolish them the next day- but today, fun!

She cleared her throat.
“Ahem?” she began, hesitation starting to take hold of her. “I… er… order that…” faces began to turn her way, watching incredulously, “I order that all the servants here who have been working should take a holiday for themsleves. That includes the guards!” there was a whoop of excitement, and Nadia felt a feeling of happiness well up inside her.

When the guards were gone, she leaned back on the throne puffed up with cushions, relaxing. She came from a very modest lifestyle, and this was all new and luxurious to her. Suddenly, she felt a rapping on the door, and then a cloaked figure came in.

Oh, dear. Nadia had dismissed the guards, and there was hardly anyone in the palace with her. This cloaked figure strode up to her boldly, and she shirked back against the throne, regretting her decision to send all forms of protection away.

“Don't worry, /queen/,” said the voice smoothly. “All I need you to do is give me two mangoes for free, and lower the price of them in the markets. It's summer, and they are overpriced.”

“…Okay?”

weeklies ☾

weekly #1

part 1:
words: 906

In a world of many species, this world is brimming with culture. Elves, humans, merfolk, fairies, dwarves, and goblins- the known intelligent species of the colorful bunch.

Elves have a complex social hierarchy, and they are divided into two, each with similar traditions. The elves are divided into two amongst themselves- dark elves and light elves. Their belief system is mainly based on celestial matter- especially the Sun and the Moon, dark elves being more fixated on the moon and light elves the other. Elves, like all other Prime/Intelligent species, speak in the Prime Tongue, while also being fluent in their own language- Elven, with dialects varying among the two rival divisions of the Elves. Meanwhile, their social structure has a clear distinction, yet is free from any injustice- it is based on respect. The leader (of each division) is a Council Elder, backed by a Council. Elves are generally isolated from the rest of the species, living in a land known as Arushè, and sometimes shockingly ignorant about the other species, however wise they consider themselves to be.

Humans are one of the prime species, with intelligence and the most complex machinery of all the species. They have a belief system with just superstitions, but it is the individual's choice whether they follow these. Humans come in many, many varieties, and look very different. They have different hair colors, eye colors, and skin tones. They're spread out all across the world- everywhere. They can also be considered the most social species, and can be found everywhere, mingling with others. They speak the Prime Tongue, and do not have a separate language of their own, but different dialects of the main language. Their social system is quite different- they are ruled by a voted group of citizens who manage each city. They do not have one superior king or queen. Instead of considering themselves as one, they have unique cities that vary from each other, have different governments, lifestyle, and are almost as divided as the two elf types, though more social and friendly.

Merfolk are perhaps the strangest of them all, as the other species share a humanoid build, but these are only that way from the waist up. Their lower body is merged into one scaly tail, with varying colors. Their tails resemble those of fish. Merfolk are known for their extreme beauty and mystery. They're not quite as isolated as the elves, but still, their interaction with the other species is scarce. They live underwater, and can hardly survive on land. They have a polytheistic religion, with complex mythology and tales. They have many rituals and rites, along with the richest cuisine surrounding this. They dance, sing, and are patrons of the art, being immensely skilled in this themselves. They are all one, in a single kingdom, ruled by a king or queen. They have a clear social pyramid, and this affects respect, priority in court, and wealth. They speak Mermish, and though they are all taught the Prime Tongue, only a handful use it.

Onto fairies, the tiniest. These beings are the size of a crow, but they are one of the cleverest. Fairies are mischievous, and as widely spread as humans. They are found nesting in trees. They form in large groups, called tribes, each with their own culture. Generally, they believe in the ‘power of nature’ as in the belief that nature is sentient and should be taken care of. They speak in an innumerable number of languages, as each tribe has their own Tongue. They don't have much of a tight social system, but they do have one Chief, who handles things like trade, disputes, etcetera. Every fairy has light, transparent wings, that are set like a butterfly's. They are, by a rule of thumb, merry creatures.

Dwarves are certainly special, more like moles than actual humanoids. They hide underground, and not much is known about them by the other species. Like the merfolk, they are all one nation and are ruled by a single king or queen, with a board of advisors. Dwarves are specialists in metalworking, carpentry, and other stuff of that sort. They are stocky, short, yet very strong. The males have blunt bumps jutting out of their heads at points similar to a bull's horns. They have their own language, and are not as well versed in the Prime Tongue as the other species. They are almost as isolated as the elves, but they initiate in trade and businesses, and some go out onto the surface. They have a monotheistic religion, following the one Earth God: Jiriso, a female goddess: the creator of the world by their perspective.

Goblins, the last and roughest. They have their own cities, and are half as populated as humans, but are the most intimidating military force among them all. They have their own language, characterized by noises that might even be past the other species' hearing, with the ability to go extremely deep pitched. They don't have a belief system or religion, nor any superstitions. They have their own cities positioned everywhere around the world, but are ruled by one ultimately powerful Emperor, who lives in the Gobin Capital, Hyschâ. They actively partake in trade and business with other cities and species, namely humans. In their social system, the Emperor always comes first, then the elders or parents. It is a principle to always protect your kin and lord.
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part 2:

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part 3:
words: 566

Humans and fairies have always had mild tensions between them, mainly because of a conflict that happened a long time ago. The two most social species, with a long-lasting dislike for each other- in the fairies' point of view, humans are careless. In the humans point of view, fairies are reckless.

The humans are the most innovative species, highly intelligent and resourceful. They create the best of inventions, to make life easier. Sometimes, however, these inventions are at the cost of something else.

Humans created an ingenious device, harnessing the power of the air, to create a tool for cleaning. As long as you keep on pulling a switch, this cone shaped device sucks things into it. In it is a bag, and a razor. The humans have found a way to make the razor turning a choice- when the switch is pressed, and a button on the side, then the razor will turn- otherwise, the waste being sucked will just be carried into the bag and lie there until removed.

This was built in the safety of larger creatures. Humans, as heavy as they are, have no chance of accidentally getting hurt- the razor is at the very end of the bag, at nearly the point of the cone. It would be hard to get hurt if they wanted to. This applied for goblins, dwarves (small as they are, they're still very stocky), merfolk, and elves.

Notice the flaw? A species has been left out- the mischievous fairies. These are small- enough to get sucked into the cone, and touch the razor. If an unwitting human let a fairy get sucked in, then the result would be hazardous. Moreover, fairies are weak to the power of the suction- they can get sucked easily.

This happened on one day, dating back fifty years back. The ‘Windcone’ was a new invention, in fact- only brought to the public just a week ago before the incident. A human female, Linda Stone, was using this to clean out the rubbish from her house. She wasn't using the razor. She had cleaned out the bag, when she had just realized, under the bed, there was a bucketload of dust. She hated dust, and was allergic to it, so she finished cleaning out the previous trash from the bag, then turned the razor on.

A fairy was sneaking in there, blowing and playing with the dust. Allegedly, the sound of the suction intrigued him. He could feel a tug. This is where the humans' arguments ring true- the fairy had every choice to evade the razor, but didn't. To justify, he couldn't have known there was danger nearby. It is in the nature of fairies to be insatiably curious. He took a few steps closer, and that's when it took affect.

It is a very tragic tale- that fairy was a child. The windcone still lives on, but they were banned for a brief spell and when they came back, all the razors were removed for safety measures. The suction was reduced, and the cone was narrowed slightly, so fairies wouldn't be able to reach the end of it. Later on, a year ago, activists had the cone even more narrowed down, so that birds or mice wouldn't be sucked in by accident. Changes are still being made to it, even to this day.

The fairies never graced Stone's garden again.

part 4:
words: 1092

Arthur sat down on a log, putting forward his corn on a stick towards the fire. He was waiting for it to roast, so he could get forward onto business. He heard a tinkling behind him, very faint, but he didn't think much of it.

He was on a trip to Hyschâ, for some business, but he was tired. It was sort of urgent. Classified business for the president. He heard the tinkling again. This time, he turned around. Nothing. Lord, he needed sleep. Then he felt a tugging on the hand he was holding the corn in, and turned around again.

It was a fairy, the malicious beast! She was tilting his hand lower, so that the corn would be burnt. He scowled fiercely. Why did fairies have to be such troublemakers. He waved a hand as if he were swatting away mosquitoes.

The fairy laughed, flying away into the trees surrounding the clearing he was camping out in. He was absentmindedly rubbing off the burnt parts with a stick.

After a good snack, he lay down in his makeshift mattress, and peacefully slept.
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Arthur checked his dial, frowning. Gosh, it was already past eight. He had to get to the Goblin Capital before nightfall. The shadows were playing on the surface of his dial, reminding him of his tardiness.

This diplomatic mission was particularly important, since the tensions of the Goblin King were rising. He didn't much like the goblins- too brutish for his liking. But, he told himself calmingly, he /was/ one of the king's most trusted advisors.

He took the scroll from his satchel, and read it through once more. He had to give it to Goblin King, after smoothing the basics over.

He set off after he was done gathering all his belongings, walking with ease over the gradually more modern roads. It changed from a dusty brown of dirt to the sheen of smooth rock. That meant Hyschâ was near, after all! Prior to the good night's sleep, he was much fresher.

That good mood lasted until there was a big boulder blocking the road. He wound around it with ease, of course, but was there really so much unrest within the goblins that they couldn't even bother to clear out their roads?

Up ahead was an even greater shock. It was the river that was just a while away from the city, and there was usually a bridge stretching across it. Usually. Well, always. Not anymore, though! The bridge was in ruins, the other half opposite him descending into water, half-rotted…

Arthur needed a double take. The strict goblins, leaving their so-called amazing transport systems broken? He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach- something really was wrong!

He took a small coin from his satchel. He had only four, and he hesitated. Magic for humans was precious- they didn't have any magic of his own. This coin was yet another invention so humans could harness magic, but it was expensive. Then again, he was confident this required using one. He envisioned a path of ivy stretching across the river. Gigantic leaves sprung up from under the river, and stayed there like stepping stones. Tentatively, he stepped on one, testing it, and then scurried across them. He didn't want to be suspended on those for any longer than he had to.

Now, the city came into sight- sturdy buildings, vast and majestic. There were species of all sorts bustling around- goblins populating the streets, humans alongside them- and even a rare dwarf or elf. He spotted an elf, light, and couldn't help but stare. They really were strange. Golden skin, pointed ears, and /antlers/- like a deer's!

He couldn't enjoy staring at all the unusual items the vendors were selling in the markets that were at the forefront of the city. He proceeded quickly, striding across the streets. He got a few curious looks, but he tore on. Soon enough, there was the Goblin Palace in sight- woah. It was a marvel of architecture, with spiraling turrets, vast interiors, and an equally stunning exterior. Arthur had to pause at this, to stare for a while. It was a great place. He didn't see anything of this where he lived- there were no kings or queens or frilly stuff of that sort. The government officials just lived in grand houses, like a sensible mansion… but they were nothing compared to this expanse of majesty.

He pressed on again, gripping his satchel. The goblin guards at the gate took a good look at him.
“Reason?” one rumbled. He'd heard a goblin voice many a time in his lifetime, but he still marveled at how gravely they sounded. He set his collar pridefully.
“I come from Alsett. Official business with the Goblin King,” he inclined his head forward slightly at that title. The guards let him forward, exchanging a gruff look with each other. He entered the palace.

The first thing he noticed was how large the corridors were. He'd been here once before… twice? But it never got old, and probably never would. They were high, for one. You could stack those seven-foot giants of goblins five times over, and they wouldn't scrape the ceiling yet. The next thing he noticed, was that everyone in these halls were considerably disturbed. There was no disruption outside the palace, but inside, there seemed to be tension rising.

He drew himself through the palace as gracefully as he could. He had to stop for directions, though.
“Er… do you know where the throne room is?” he asked to one female goblin who was frowning at a scroll like it was the most problematic thing in the world. She pointed directions, and he scuttled on his way.

He prided himself on his skill with navigating, and he made it to the throne room quick enough. It was like a great hallway with a dead end- grandly decorated. Flowers hung from the ceiling and sprouted from pots in every corner. At the very end of the throne ‘room’, there was a massive throne, adorned with jewels, made of gold itself. Upon it sat the mighty Goblin King- larger than all of them, practically covered in jewellery.

“May I enter, your Highness?” Arthur asked, hoping that his voice would carry. The king nodded, and Arthur proceeded. “I'm afraid, your Highness, that I carry serious news from Alsett.”
The king's face flashed with recognition, and he started to speak- rumble, more accurately.
“Things are going very badly here. Very, very badly…” he began.

weekly #3
part 1
words: 427

the chosen one:
this trope is very common, seen in many books. the advantages of this are that it sets aside the main character, gives them a reason to set off to save the world, and engages the readers with that one character. the downsides to this trope are that it doesn't seem realistic. when the protagonist is surrounded by worthy supporters, what makes it more than a coincidence or inheritance that they happened to be the chosen one? they haven't done anything to prove that they are worthy of the title sometimes, just existed.

the reluctant leader:
this is another one. to show the character's honesty, and humbleness, they don't think that they would be a leader, but are forced to step into the role. this reflect's on the character's confidence, and gives the readers a deeper insight into the character, but can become a bit much if the character has too many hints clearly displaying the obviousness that the character should take leadership, and nobody else fits the role.

the quest:
this is another one of the most common tropes. a character has to ‘quest’ across perils to reach their cause. the ups to this are that it has a clear plotline, and a vivid purpose. on the other hand, a quest is very predictable, and the main character always has loads of plot armor. but, if this is written right, then it would be a marvellous plot point in the story that drives the character's call to action.

the secret society:
nestled deep into some secretive part of the world- a secret society. one that's introduced to the character, hiding from the outside world. the advantages to this are that it allows bizzare action without being too unrealistic- after all, it's secret! however, what happens on the inside might manage to pass approved, but the outside system? in a world full of news, how would they manage to hide something against the nosiest of papparazzi, or the government? all these questions spring up, but if the secret society is done cleverly, it could be an interesting tool to use.

Larger than life threat
this is when the stakes are set high, and if the character fails… there are prices too costly to pay. the advantages are that this is gives a really strong purpose, and gives the character something really worth fighting for. this drives the story forward, and backs up the character's choices. then again, this can come across as unlikely or too forced. sometimes these stakes are just too high or improbable in this type of world, that this is a bit strange or out of place.
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part 2:
chosen trope: chosen ones
words: 451

Ariza leaned on her desk, bored out of her mind. She was poring over her homework, which she had a week to complete, but hadn't- now it was due tomorrow. It was a Sunday, and having to incessantly gaze at her books was not a desirable fate on a weekend. She needed to take a break.

She got up from her chair, wobbling the slightest bit on her long, gangly legs. She was very tall. She cantered down the flight of stairs to the porch, and then trotted outside onto the mattress of soft grass, releasing a sigh of satisfaction. The sun was at just the right point in the sky, where it gave off warmth, but not unbearable heat. A breeze tugged gently at her hair, which was tied up in a messy bun at the top of the back of her head.

She settled down on her back in the grass, leaning back against her elbows. She was glancing at the clouds as they serenely floated by. While she was ‘cloudgazing’ she sighted a bright dot in the sky that didn't look much like a cloud. It was like a star, but easily visible in the evening sky. She squinted at it. It was rapidly growing larger… like it was catapulting towards her. She stepped back.

/Asteroid?/ she thought. /No, meteor?/
It was more of the size of a second sun now, and it quickened in speed. Now she really started to get nervous. It probably wasn't a celestial object, but that didn't soothe her worries. She blinked, and when she looked at the brightness again, it was beaming in her face. She yelled and staggered back, her legs looking like wonky toothpicks.

Then the bright form started to take shape- the shape of a horse… with wings? Her mouth dropped open in amazement, and she pinched herself hard, wincing a bit. Oh, nope, it wasn't a dream. And yet, Ariza was a very down-to-earth person, and though she didn't believe that this was happening, she convinced herself quite swiftly that this was in fact, real.

“Great-great-great-great-great granddaughter of Miro,” the pegasus spoke softly. Ariza needed a double take. How would the horse know? Miro was quite an infamous character in her widespread family, a man who was not in the family's good books, either. Her mother had told her that he was a guy of ‘peculiar sorts’, always dabbling in strange stuff. Ariza got an idea what, if there was some apparition at her doorstep.

“You have the spark. You have been chosen.” said the pegasus gravely.
“Er…” Ariza began.
“Get on, please.” the pegasus whinnied, and spread his wings.

Oh, gosh. What had she got herself into?
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part 3:
words: 521

Neville was very nervous. Oh dear. What if something had happened? He was hardly magical. He fingered the scar on his forehead tenderly. It stung when he touched it. He hated being so famous- no one considered that maybe a guy didn't /want/ people to know his name, everywhere in the Wizarding World. A redhead came into his carriage. He raised his eyebrows at Neville. He had caught Neville touching the scar.

Whoops. He had hoped to lie low, maybe. His face wasn't utterly distinct, and he could be quiet when he wanted to. And the redhead was staring at him with such amazement that it made Neville stiffen.
“It's you, isn't it?” said the redhead incredulously, his mouth a comical ‘O’.
“Who?” Neville said tentatively.
“You know- the boy who lived!” the redhead said. “Golly!” he sat down beside Neville, entering the carriage. Neville shuffled aside to accommodate the new boy.

“I'm Ron. Ron Weasley,” said the redhead, or Ron, putting out a hand to shake. Neville took it, looking Ron warily up and down.
“Neville Longbottom,” he said slowly, realizing Ron meant him to introduce himself.
They got on well enough. Ron was a very agreeable boy, and they chatted. When the food cart came along, Ron stared longingly at the sweets lined up through neat rows on the cart.
“Anything off the trolley, dears?” said the plump, friendly lady pushing the Honeydukes Express.

Neville noticed the look, and dropped a handful of coins to the lady. They got a few chocolate frogs for themselves, and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. A huge grin spread across Ron's face. They started to eat as the nice lady walked away.

Suddenly, Ron picked up his wand. His eyes twinkled, a look that made Neville feel a bit nervous all over again.
“My brothers- there's a lot of them -taught me this spell!” he brandished his wand, took a rat out of his pocket.
“Oh yeah, and this is Scabbers!” he tickled the little rat, who gave out a pitiful screech.
“Turn this fat rat yellow!” Ron yelled, pointing the wand at the rat.

He frowned at the wand when nothing happened.
“They told me it'd work…” he tried again. And again. But nothing happened. Well, nothing except a bushy-haired girl striding bossily into the carriage. She looked haughtily at them, and her gaze seemed to make Neville want to melt.
“Do you really expect that to work?” she said smoothly, looking down her nose at them.
“Yes! My brothers told me about that spell,” Ron said, looking ruffled.
“Seems like someone's got tricked.” the girl raised an eyebrow.

She strode out of the carriage as elegantly as she had strode in, and left Ron scowling at the carriage door.
“Who does she think she is?” he blurted, and muttered things under his breath. Neville tried to start another casual conversation while simultaneously chewing a delicious chocolate frog.

They chatted as the day wore on, until, finally, a grand castle came into view. It had turrets and spiraling towers- it looked like something out of a fairytale. Hogwarts castle. They were here.
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part 4:
words: 702

Farah clenched her fists, glaring at the tall girl in front of her. The girl was 9'10 or something, or at least it looked like that from Farah's vantage point- she was a decent 4'10! Which was quite acceptable for Farah, but then /this/ bigfoot giant had to come in and start taunting her, and it wasn't Farah's fault when she flung half the contents of her water bottle at Helen's makeup-smeared, smug face.

Helen recoiled, being caught immediately by her little posse of friends- more like minions, though. Helen's elaborate eyeliner was coming down like black tears, and she was looking like an absolute witch then and there. Farah stared back defiantly, but inside, she was starting to feel a bit horrified. She took a hesitant step back, because it looked like Helen was going to downright pounce on her.

Helen stood up, changing her look as quick as a wink. As the onlookers started to crowd around them, she morphed her expression into that of a poor little /angel/. She blinked rapidly, clearing a nonexistent tear from her eye.
“Oh, Farah!” she squeaked, clutching a hand dramatically to her chest. She got the sense that this was maybe a bit too much, and positioned her hand in the other, wringing them together. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop your glasses!” more steadfast pitiful blinking…

Farah's jaw dropped as shocked whispers started to go around. She breathed deeply, and realized her vision was a bit less clear than usual. When she looked around, there! Were her glasses, lying at her feet. Briskly, she knelt to pick them up, and scoffed.
“You actually believe /Helen/?” Farah raised an eyebrow, looking around. She was starting to get a bit nervous, but she was determined not to show it.

Helen gave another sniff, drawing attention yet again to her.
“Really, Farah,” she said softly. “You don't have to lie. I knocked down your glasses, you ruined an hour's worth of makeup.” her voice softened to a whimper. “To be honest, flinging water all over me was a bit too reckless, no? But, still, I suppose I'm in the wrong…” Helen raised her eyes to the ceiling, leaning on her locker.

“Really, Farah?” said Belle, stepping out of the crowd. Farah opened her mouth in indignation, but she heard the sarcasm dripping in her friend's voice before she did anything reckless. Wait. That wasn't right- she had done something reckless. Threw water onto the most influential girl in the whole student body. A few others, thankfully, caught onto the sarcasm. Belle was another popular girl, and unlike Helen, she was actually decent- and Farah's best friend. Sure, it was an unlikely pairing- a hot-tempered short girl who was not anyone to be known much: no one hated her (ahem… excluding Helen, of course…) and not many took notice of her; a calm, relaxed girl who everybody liked (/ahem/… excluding Helen, of course…) and most knew!

People began to subside, because though Helen was popular through awe, Belle was popular through sheer nice-ness, and that always won out. The look on Helen's face wanted to make Farah laugh out loud, but that wouldn't be in her favor. She and Belle linked their arms, and strolled beyond Helen and her henchwomen (a bit much?) without a second glance. In entirety, without a first glance either.

Yeah, that was a normal day in Farah's life. But it wasn't even the peak of exciting. In school, she was just a random girl along with Belle, her best friend. But Farah would have been no different to Belle than any other student if they weren't both tied by the Guardian's Duty. A bit out of place? Farah had thought so too, when her mother had told her that she was from a long line of Guardians, defenders of the other realm where all fantastical creatures hid, safe from humanity.

After school, Farah and Belle met up at the most secluded place they knew- in a tree. Well, there were birds and chipmunks. But the Guardians didn't mind critters knowing. Belle sketched them a hole in mid-air with the magic chalk, and the girls clambered into the portal that opened.

weekly #4
words: 2879

Mia took up a pen. She hummed, while putting it to the blank page in front of her, lifting it again uncertainly, and putting it down again- only to lift it again. She had a school assignment to complete, but no sentences formed in her head. How could she start?

It wasn't usually like this. True, she was more comfy jotting down musical notes than writing compositions, but it was so frustrating when the creativity simply wouldn't be creative… she put the pen down, and began writing. Huh. Now it was quite smooth. It was so natural that she wasn't even consciously running the words over in her head. The pen just moved. Maybe it was the creative juices flowing. She put the pen down to crack her knuckles- except, the pen didn't slip. It stayed upright, tilted and writing.

Mia's jaw dropped. She rubbed her eyes. Was she dreaming? She pinched herself, hard. Nope. The pen was writing, all on its own. She peered at the page fearfully.
/Hi./ wrote the pen. /I am A Ghost./ Mia needed a double take. What the…? What was happening? A ghost? Like every other tiny kid, she had been terrified of ghosts, but now she'd grown out of it. She didn't believe in all that poppycock. She glanced at the ceiling warily, as if some prankster was pulling strings from above.

She touched the pen, and it continued writing. There was no thread attached. Now it was starting to get real.\
“I come in peace!” Mia hollered, covering her head with her arms. Then it occured to her that maybe the ghost was trying to communicate.
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She peered at the page, comprehending the neat, looping writing.
/I need you to open the attic door./ Mia blinked.
“But the attic's locked. And Mom has the key, and she's currently in Argentina for work. There's only one key.” Mia didn't know who she was talking to.

/Then pick the lock./ Mia blinked again, incredulously.
“Let me get this straight, mystery dude. You want me to PICK THE LOCK of a place in MY OWN HOUSE? Plus, I don't know how to pick locks,” Mia glared at the page.
/I'll guide you. I need to get in that attic. And now that you're bound to me, you have to./
“I'm not bound to you, or whatever that means!” Mia sputtered.
/Yes you are. It is customary that the first person to communicate with a spirit in need is magically obliged to do it. So you have to, thank you./

Mia shook her head.
“I'm not doing anything!” she said stoutly, before realizing no sound had come out of her mouth. The paper almost looked smug. She resisted the urge to rip it in two. Maybe she couldn't do that, either. She begrudgingly walked to the attic trapdoor in the ceiling, securely locked, carrying the page in one hand while jostling it aggressively.

/First, take out a hairpin or something narrow./ Mia did so, scowling. /Now do as I say./ The page started to fill with precise instructions. Mia glanced back and forth, shoving the hairpin that she had plucked from her hair into the lock. After a few frustrating minutes of fiddling around, the lock fell the the floor underneath her.
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/Great./ the paper radiated satisfaction. Mia scowled ferociously. They were all huddled up in the attic- ‘they’ being Mia and the so-called ghost. /Now, I'll explain things more clearly. I understand that this can be frustrating./ that summed up her thoughts pretty accurately.

/First. I am Jake. You won't have heard of me. I used to live towards the end of the 1800s. I was a successful trader. More than a hundred years later, I'm here for some… unfinished business. You have bound yourself to my cause, as I mentioned earlier, and you seem like a worthy helper. This unfinished business… I am not at liberty to reveal everything in this one moment, but all will come to light soon enough. I can simply tell you this- you MUST help me find the map, or it shall be at my loss. This attic carries a globe, I've seen it./

Mia cleared her throat. “Wow, dude. You're in a mix. Why do you need this map, BRAVE TRAVELLER?” Mia half-yelled.
/You, young lady, have impressive throat capacity. Why I need the map will remain to myself, for now./
——————-
Mia shifted. “Fine.” she growled. “But really, why ME?” she raised her eyebrows.
/You lifted the pen. You were at the right time at the right place. Lucky you. Now pinpoint the Madagascar on that map, will you, dear?/ Mia bristled at being called dear by a pen, but she walked over to the dustier end of the attic. Putting one hand over her face, she narrowed her eyes and fished out a miniature globe.

She looked at it nervously, but she made sure that was immediately washed over with boldness. She had the uncanny feeling that she was being watched, and she hated it.
“I'm not too good at geography.” she admitted.
/What's the point of owning such a marvelous invention such as the Globe, may I ask?/
“No, you may not.” Mia almost sighed. Her dad was a sailor, and right now he was sailing over to some random place, with promises that he would come home. Boy, did she miss him.

She searched the globe, but Madagascar seemed out of sight.
“Nope, can't find it.” she said resolutely.
/You have to./ said the page. It was getting maddening now. She peered at it for a bit longer. She had hardly ever looked at a globe. She just didn't have the interest. She felt a bit weird- she was getting embarrassed. She was starting to look stupid, gazing at a round blue thing for so long.
——————–
After ten minutes of searching, she triumphantly pinpointed the island.
/Why did that take you so long?/
“Oh, shut up,” she said, rolling her eyes.
/I haven't said anything./

Mia leaned back, and was actually satisfied.
/We're going to Madagascar./
“WHAT? No we're not!” Mia argued, taken aback. “You can't go expecting me to stomp all over the world!” she scowled, glaring at the page.
/Is any adult here taking care of you?/
“Aunt Emmie visits!”
/Were you distinctly instructed not to ‘stomp all over the world’?/
“Who even mentions that?”
/Therefore, would you get into trouble?/
“Not really, but people would be worried!”
/Worry can be assured, no?/

Mia glared. At this point, she didn't even know what she was glaring at.
“And how are we getting to Madagascar, in all your fantasies?” she hissed.
/The Underworld. Really, my young lady, it's simple./ It didn't seem all that simple to Mia, who was blinking incoherently.
——————–
“And HOW are we getting to the Underworld?” moaned Mia.
/Simple, again. A chant. Just repeat twice-/ a string of words started to form across the page in verse.
/Under forest,
under marsh,
under wooded hills,
lies a place
where all spirits
settle down
after exiting
human life

take me
to this place
the Underworld
with all my soul
and mind together./

Mia stared at the words skeptically.
“Yeah, and this is supposed to take me to some… place?” Mia raised an eyebrow.
/Yes. Make sure you say the last part, though. It isn't necessary- if you don't mind coming there in pieces, of course./
Mia stared incredulously, but this ancient dude showed no sign of joking. She really didn't like this. Hesitantly, she stared at the words. She didn't to gallivant to someplace ‘out of this world’. But she had no choice. Stupid obliging curse. Or whatever. She took a deep breath, and picked up her phone.
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“Yeah, Aunt Emmie. I'll have to go abroad for a while. Something just popped up. Thanks for understanding. Yeah, yeah- of course, Aunty,” Mia smiled, cutting the call. Her gaze turned into a frown when she caught sight of that troublesome paper. “Here we go…” she sighed.

She picked up the piece of paper, reading over the verse three times, memorizing it. Then she took a deep breath and started chanting. Soon, she was done doing it twice. She cocked her head, expecting something to happen. She didn't want to look like a madman- girl? Nothing happened. To be reasonable, Mia decided to wait two more minutes, tapping her fingers on the desk impatiently.

Still, nothing happened.
“Gah!” she roared in frustration. There was so much of that, starting in the last hour. The next moment she was wishing she hadn't jinxed it.

A portal had opened up, purple. It started off as a tiny pinprick, so Mia hadn't noticed it. It was growing rapidly, and Mia had shrieked and backed away when a baseball-sized thing started growing in front of her eyes. Now, the vortex was complete in front of her, humming. It radiated a sort of violet light, and the inside went on forever, like it was never ending. Reminded her of the universe.
——————–
Mia raised her eyebrows. She stepped into the portal, folding her arms calmly. It wasn't jerking or dizzying at all, like in the movies… it was just calm, as if she was floating. She sighed in relief. Then she realized she hadn't taken the paper with her. With a yelp, she tried to swim back to the closing entrance, to no avail. She was glad no one could see her.

And then she was there. It wasn't flashing or exciting. It was mostly just dull, with muted shades painting this new world. Mia looked around briskly, absorbing everything. There were people of all ages strutting around. And then she found herself staring into the eyes of a young man, hardly twenty by the looks of him.
“I'm Jake,” he offered, stretching out a hand.

Mia blinked.
“Oh right! Jake, the annoying guy from the page?”
He looked affronted.
“That's offensive, you know?” he said reproachfully. “Not too good for first impressions.” his tone was haughty, and worn like a sailor's.

Mia took a step forward. Or tried to, at least. Her legs didn't function properly. They were hard to draw through the air, and were flimsy and felt weak. It was like she was underwater.
“I could help you, you know,” Jake's haughtiness level's rose.
“Nope!” she shot a glare at him.

She tried, but her efforts were mostly futile. After ten minutes wasted of trying, she grumbled out: “Fine…”
Jake extended a hand, and steadied her, before giving her a violent shove towards the ground.
“Hey!” Mia said. She hadn't realized that she had been floating a few inches above the earth. “That was unnecessary!” Now, it was much easier to walk. So, Jake had been right. Maybe she should be a bit careful- things were different in the Underworld.
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Jake shoved something into her hands.
“Look, er, I have to go. Find me,” he said quickly, and vanished with a poof. Mia stared after him. What? That was a bit too abrupt for Mia to like anything about it… she opened her hands and stared non-comprehendingly at the object laid in there. It was a sort of locket, with a compass inside. Really cool.

“Find him?” she pondered, touching the red point. It didn't have four directions-there were just strange symbols, and the blue pointer was traced with zigzagging lines. She supposed it pointed her to him. She started on her way. She felt a bit nervous, walking around the Underworld without anyone to guide her. Anyways, what was with the abrupt disappearance of that Jake figure? It didn't sit right.

While she was walking, she explored the compass. On the back, it was written ‘TRUST ME’. Yeah, right. Like that thing was supposed to be trusted. THAT soothed her nerves. The pointer kept changing directions, until it suddenly turned red and started violently vibrating. Mia jumped, startled at the change. She was here, then.

She stopped, looking around, hands on hips. Where was Jake?

And then she nearly got a heart attack, because these beasts leapt out at her. They seemed to fall from the sky, and they resembled wolves, if they were purple, gigantic, and had razor-sharp teeth. Mia yelped and shielded her head.
“MIA!” said a voice, Jake's!
“Ack!” she replied.
———————
She shirked at the sight of them. But she was brave. She. Was. Brave. She was the kind of person to stand up and shove something into all the wolves' snouts, then saunter away. She. Was. Brave. Honestly, it was the one principle she stood by. Didn't that apply to being faced by some evil carnivorous hellhounds?

Jake was hovering by her.
“Mia?” he said uncertainly. She shook her head. Just because she'd thought that she was made for being fearless, and turned out to be a scaredy-cat, didn't mean that she should cower when her life was in danger. From now- she would accept that being the fearless, bold one wasn't the job for her.
————–
“What are they?” she hollered.
“Underwolves!” he shouted back, materializing in front of her. “Do something!”
She glared at him with a look that would have killed him hadn't he already been a resident of this hole.
“You didn't mention them,” she said menacingly.
“Can we please put that fact aside?”
“No! Why don't you deal with them?”
“Because generally, we just ignore them and float through them, my young-”
“SO?” Mia's throat was going to be so hoarse after all.

He looked sheepish, then thoughtful.
“Do you have any matches?” he asked.
“Duh. Like I'm going anywhere to some forest island place without fire, genius.” Mia replied.
“Use them! Er…” he vanished again. Mia roared in frustration.

She fumbled with the matchbox after fishing them out of her pocket, then finally lit a match. At the very sight of the flame, the wolves backed away reluctantly.
“That's right!” Mia hissed. Alright. She was going to be reckless. She flung a match at a nearby wolf. Immediately, the fire spread around in a circle. The wolves in a smoky form starting raising from the fire, howling. Mia winced at the noise. She sighed. This adventure thing was getting her into too much danger.
—————-
Jake appeared again.
“Sorry about that,” he said, having the grace to look guilty.
Then the portal appeared. “I was getting Madagascar ready.” he bowed, gesturing to the vortex.
“Ladies first,” he sang.

Mia stepped on his foot, hard, then ran into the portal.

In Madagascar, there was a beach, and in front of her was all forest. Greenery. Trees.
But all she could think about was the revelation. That she was a coward. Okay. That was pushing it a bit much. But she couldn't be the one to stand up in the face of danger. Did that mean she was a coward?
“Ow!” came the voice of the Utterly Annoying Jake.

She thought back, shrinking like a little mouse. Sure, that was what a normal person would do. So she was just average. This adventure meant nothing. She should have at least called Jake for help, instead of staring up into the faces of those hungry wolves like some mouse again.

“Mia?” Jake called. Mia finally looked up, irritated. Unreasonably, she knew. “You know,” said Jake slowly, eyebrows raised. “You were really brave back there.”
“Really?” Mia said.
“Uh-huh.”
“That was something less stupid than everything else you've said.”
“What can I say, I've gained WISDOM over the years.” Jake winked. So Mia let it go.
—————-
Mia took a deep breath.
“Wisdom. Ha, yeah right!” she taunted. She took a step forward. “Wait… but why can I still see you?”
“Because, well, you see,” Jake said, in a matter of fact way. “earlier, I was a new presence to you. You could see me clearly in the Underworld, as that's where I reside. Now that you've got the gist of my presence, you can see me live on land!” he breathed in the air. “Ah, the land of the living!” he said wistfully.

Mia raised an eyebrow, amused. That amusement didn't last long, because Jake looked to the sea, bit his lip, and started looking REALLY sad.
“What's wrong?” she asked softly. Jake looked up at her, sighed, and faded. Mia yelped. She wasn't getting stuck in the middle of nowhere without a way back! Also- maybe she was just a BIT fond of the guy.

He did reappear- as someone else. It was no longer a twenty year old man. Now, it was a fourteen year old kid. Mia frowned. “What.” she said, not really understanding.
“This is my real form,” said Jake wearily, with a tone that didn't seem right in the body of someone so young. “I got lost at sea, and drowned in a storm. I thought that being older- the right age so it seems FINE to be… not living… would make it better. And less sad.” he finished quietly.

“And why I came to Madagascar- this was my destination. But I never got to see it. Woah. It is pretty,” he managed a smile. Mia grinned, and joined his side.
“I can agree with that!” she said. “Madagascar is nice, I'll give that to you.”
Maybe being dragged across continents by a ghost wasn't THAT bad.

word war proof ☾

word war with recca | no proof required!

Ouch, guess my Christmas wish still wasn't coming true, even though it had been ten years since I was wishing the same, single thing. To lead a peaceful life. Ha! As if Santa would have those in stock.

I bet there are hundreds of people in this world, that just want a bit of adventure, and thus, if they knew I existed, would want my job very, very badly. Yeah. And I tell them that I would happily hand over my job in an instant, because even though it sounds really promising from the day that the green dragon comes over and tells you that you're chosen to be special. To be a somebody. The end result? Immortality. Cool, right? No, it just means more dragons coming over and begging you to help them retrieve their oh so important stash of diamonds from somewhere in the mountains of Himalayas.

It sounds like a job anyone would want. In fact, I say again that I would love to exchange, even for a boring job! Because there's a line between exciting and simply annoying because it requires you to be a brave person, even when you're born to be a naturally shy and easily frightened person…

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…Welcome to my headspace…
…Read, relish, and retain…
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“Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears.”

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Total Dailies Completed:
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Total Weeklies Completed:
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⧗ Wars ⧗
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Total Word Wars Won/Fought:
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Total Cabin Wars Won/Fought:
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⧗ Dailies ⧗

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Daily no. 1
☾ “Welcome everyone, to the 24th session of SWC! For the first daily of March, we’d like to ask you to introduce yourself in the main cabin; share your interests, and maybe respond to others! Once you’ve done that, you can choose one aspect of what you’ve told others - or what others have told you - and reimagine it as a location! What sort of landmarks would it have? What would the people be like? Would there even be people? Have an amazing day, and we can’t wait to see what you come up with!” ☽
☾ 1990 Words ☽
☾ Writing Post ☽
Daily no. X
☾ “…” ☽
☾ XXX Words ☽
☾ Writing Post ☽

⧗ Weeklies ⧗

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Weekly 1
☾ Prompt ☽
☾ XXX Words ☽
☾ Writing Post ☽

⧗ Miscellaneous ⧗
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Miscellaneous 1
☾ XXX Words ☽
☾ Writing Post ☽

⧗ Writing Proof Project ⧗

hello there! i'm chuey, a homeschooled christian who enjoys reading, writing, and creating chaos. this is my sixth session of swc, and i'm leading mystery this march with the fantabulous bea and blau!! feel free to stop by and chat - if you're brave enough to dare ankle nibbling, toe theft, and tardigrade sightings

EVERYONE- You guys are truly amazing. Whether it be the chaos unfolding from all of us, the words of encouragement, or simply the love that radiates from you all, you will always have a (mango) place in my heart <3

MANGOSTAFF- Mangostaff is all the hosts, the polar bears, and the memory book committee. Swc couldn’t exist without any of you. You create each session, like a spider it’s web.

THANK YOU <33

ZYSTOPIAN LEADERS:

Zy- thank you for creating this wonderful cabin. I love the concept, and also, you! (platonically, ofc.) Thank you for making zystopian such a wonderful environment

Yume- Thank you for being an amazing person and helping lead <3 You also play into making the cabin a good environment as well- thank you!

Sarah- Thank for also helping lead this session! You’re such a cool person <3 thanks for helping make the cabin a fun environment.

OTHER WONDERALICOUS PEOPLE

Sage- SAGEMYCHAOTICBESTIE /hj
THANK YOU. thank you so much for chaosing with me. Thank you for the amazing chats and reckless chaos. Chaoschaos. Yes yes XD

Thank you for everything and all the encouragement sage <3

Alana- ALANABANANA

Hows my (magrealwin) amazing banana? Thank you so much for chatting with me and helping make swc such an amazing place <3

Cat-
Arson is all i will say /hj

Thanks for an amazing session, amazing person! <33

Ris-
Bro. MLP IS MINE >
Anyways thank you for being a cool person

Moss-
Thanks for an amazing session <3 and for like hosting-

Clev-
CLEV
My amazing magreal person <3 Thank you sm for an amazing session <3

Chuey-
Chueyyyyyyy
Your cool <3 thanks for being cool <3 wish we could chat more- thanks for a good session <3

Ave-
Hello past dystopian leader <3 that cabin was so fun and iconic- and also my first cabin back in swc! Thank you for making that such a welcoming and nice environment (also the amazing storyline)

Skylar-
Hello cool fellow chaos causer <3

Thank you for a cool session <3 hope to get to know you more- you seem like a kewl person

Elly-
ELLY <3
Thanks for being such a cool person > I love chatting with you <3

Eevee-
EEVEE
Im so glad we got into two cabins in a row together <3 thanks for an amazing session <3

Mouse-
Hello other chaos causer <3
Thanks for a blamazing session <3

Hey, mama <3
Happy International Women’s Day! I wanna take a little minute to say thank you.

You’re blamazing! I appreciate you! I just wanted to say thank you for, well, everything you’ve done. It must take a lot to be a mom- now that I think about it it hurts my brain. So. Much. Stuff. Plugh. Grown-up stuff involved? No way XD

Back to the point!

I love…

The love you share
The food you make
The kindness and empathy you show every day
Your consideration and flexibility
Shows at night
Chatting (and sometimes me ranting- sorry!) at any time, really
The way we tease each other (you are a chickpea >
Your humor

I can’t even BEGIN to put in words to the amount of things good about you or that I like about you. Those are just crumbs of a much bigger cake. I love you mom <3 You’re the best, and yet again, thank you <3 I LOVE YOU <3
You are very really cool

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Dear mom <3
Happy International Women’s Day! I wanna take a bit to say thank you.

You’re amazing! Just the amount of work you do for us, the love you put into it. You’re very cool

I love…

The love you give
The way you bring smiles to anyone’s face, even if you don’t know them
The food you create
Your music taste XD
The attention you give to me, listening to my rants and rambles and vents
The patience you show
Your humor
Your coolness

That doesn’t even start to show the amount of things great about you or that I like about you. I love you mommy, you're the best. For the gajillionth time, thank you <3 I LOVE YOU MOM <3
You are so very cool <3

Enemy anthems for Fan-fi, Action, and Adventure

Fan-fiction
SWC, there's no need to feel down, I said

SWC, pick yourself off the ground
, I said
SWC, ‘cause you’re in a new camp
There's no need to stop writing
SWC, there's a place you can go
, I said
SWC, when you're short on your mangoes
you can
Stay there and I'm sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time

It's fun to stay at fan-fiction

It's cool to stay at fan-fiction

They have everything for writers and musicians to enjoy
You can hang out with all the campers

It's fun to stay at battle of the bands

It's musical to stay at the battle of the bands

You can write a lot, you can have a good time
You can do whatever you feel

SWC, are you listening to me? I said
SWC, what do you want to be? I said
SWC, you can make real your musical (and writing) dreams
But you've got to know this one thing
No writer does it all by themself, I said
SWC, put your pride on the shelf

And just go there, to the fan-fiction cabin
I'm sure they can help you today
It's fun to stay at the fan-fiction cabin
It's fun to stay at the battle of the banda
They have everything
For musical writers to enjoy.
You can hang out with all the campers.
It's fun to stay at fan-fiction
It's fun to stay at the battle of the bands
You can get yourself words
You can have a good time
You can do whatever you feel.
SWC, I was once in your shoes,
I said, I was down and out with the blues
I felt, no one cared if I were writing
I felt the whole world was so down
That's when someone came up to me and said
SWC take a go onto scratch
There's a place there called fan-fiction
They can start you back on your way.
It's fun to stay at the battle of the bands
It's cool to stay at the fan-fiction cabin
They have everything
For musical writers to enjoy.
You can hang out with all the campers.
Fan-fiction It's fun to stay at the Fan-fiction
It's cool to stay at the battle of the bands
SWC, SWC, there's no need to feel down
SWC, SWC, pick yourself off the ground
FAN-FICTION
just go to the battle of the bans
SWC, SWC, I was once in your shoes,
SWC, SWC, I was out with the blues
FAN-AN-FIC-TION
FAN-AN-FIC-TION
FAN-AN-FIC-TION
FAN-AN-FIC-TION
Action
Ay, ay, ay, ay (ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (ooh)
Ay, ay
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Needless to say, they keep them in check
They are a bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah)
Callin’ it quits now, baby, they’re a wreck (wreck)
Write at their place, baby, they’re a wreck (wreck)
Needless to say, they’re keeping them in check
They are all bad-bad, nevertheless

Callin’ it quits now (nope), baby, they’re a wreck
Crash at their place, baby, they’re a wreck
Thinkin’ in a bad way, losin’ your grip
Screamin’ at my face, baby, don’t trip
Someone deleted their words, don’t know how that felt (I do)
Lookin’ at you sideways, party on tilt

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Some things you just can’t refuse
They wanna ride on like a cruise
And Dystopian’s not tryna lose

Then they're left in the dust
Unless they stuck by us
they’re the action cabin
I think their work could be too much

Or they’ll be left in the dust
Unless they stuck by us

They’re the action cabin

They’re the action cabin

Every time we’re leavin'’ on them (ooh)
They don’t make it easy, no (no, no)
Wish they could (not) be there for us
Give me a reason to, oh (oh)

Every time we’re winin’ now
I can hear you tellin’ us to not win
Fightin’ for our trust and they won’t back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh (now)

I know they’re scared of the unknown (y’all kinda are >)(‘known)
They don’t wanna be last (alone)
I know we always win and yeah (and go)

But it’s out of your control
And you’ll be left in the dust
Unless you stuck by us

They’re the action cabin

I think their words could be too much
Or they’ll be left in the dust
Unless they stick by us

They’re the action cabin (yeah)

Adventure
On the mountain tall
Whisper to me words in typing so much
Like the one that to swc called
Quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun
Though the wars and wind
Shattered down the hills with a rage unbent
And a fear that shook the firmament
They were not with with us, slowly rising up
I know you want us to be afraid
I know you want us to love (fear) you
I know you want us to be afraid
I know you want us to love (fear) you
Still the wild wind of dystopian blows
Up out of the grave like an angry ghost
Firing words from broken canon and prose
To build a wall of paragraphs so high it reaches the heavens in the sky
I know you want us to be afraid
I know you want us to love (fear) you
I know you want us to be afraid
I know you want us to love (fear) you
Still you type your keyboards
Raising holy war with every clack
Shouting down the quiet kingdom come
Brushing at your fingers, hoping you′ll come around

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Sunset, ivy, wonder, window, aloof

The realisation hit me as I looked out through the rumbling trains’ window. I don’t know what made it click, but it happened then.

She's gone.

Gone like the wind after a storm, gone like the clouds after it rains, gone. I miss her- even more /now/. I had been aloof the whole week, distant and not connected to the world. I kind of just let Ms. Ceret push me along, shuffling me into a dress and packing my bags, all before loading me onto this train and wishing me luck. Now, as I sit here, finally in the moment, I understand it. She, she is gone. It has just happened all too fast, and I guess I couldn’t process it.
The train whistle blows, marking the end of the three-day journey. I stand up, hurt but mostly numb, and pull down my suitcase. Carefully, with my head down, I shuffle out of the seat, letting the crowd move me along. Some random guy is supposed to be driving me to my aunt's house. I was told his name, but I hadn't paid attention given the state I was in. I glance around, peering over the heads of taller people, searching the crowd for the person described to me. My eyes land on a short man, waving his hands in the air and seeming to be shouting. Shouting for me, I believe. I slowly make my way towards him, soon stopping completely. He instantly breaks into a chatter. I don't listen- only simply follow as he leads me to his car, still trying to make conversation
The drive is long and loud. I zone out, his chatter a distant buzz as I watch the sunset slowly turn into night. By the time we arrive, it’s completely dark. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and the stars are very visible. She would’ve liked that. I glance around, cautiously stepping out of the car and gazing up at the looming ivy-covered brick house. If I had been shown this place before she died, I would’ve looked in awe and wonder. Now I look in hatred. Not for the house- for my aunt. She stayed where she was when she could’ve used her fancy richness to pay for her, my mom’s, treatment. It’s her fault she’s gone.

All her fault.

Hello fellow chaos causers! I’m Oak (or Avi!) and I am genderfluid! This means my pronouns change often, but if you’re unsure or can’t ask at the moment just use they/them! I reside in the Excellerated Super Turtles timezone (or EST if you’re BORING)! I am a leo, a fiore sign. Well, enough with the basic-borning stuff. I wanna rant. That’s what this is for. Definitely.
I started my swc journey in July of 2023. Back then, the gwdfi community was a big part of the swc community, and everyone was talking about! So I thought lets see what this hypes about and joined as backup camper in folklore. At this time, I was quite inactive and was not that good of a writer, and knew like, no one. After that session, I forgot about swc. Yep, forgot. I was young and dumb! After that, when I remembered swc, I joined the July 2024 session. The one and only, iconic, IKEA warehouse session. I was sorted into dystopian- and gosh, that cabin was amazing! The storyline and the memories are what brought me back to SWC. What got me interested. It practically gave me x10000000000 motivation mangoes. More, even. After that I moved onto November 2024’s session, which was a blast! I was sorted into another AMAZING cabin, magical realism. I gained many friends that session, along with me boba pal, Birch! He’s featured on my pfp. And now, my fourth session, dystopian again! It seems amazing, I honestly can’t wait to see how this session unfolds.
Anyways, enough about swc ( actually, never >:[ ) Let me tell you some COOL stuff about me. YES yes this is all about me. Takes you back to those projects you did in elementary school, huh? I have fifteen pets total! 9 chickens (Queso, Nugget, Fern, Mother Clucker, Winni, Stella, Henny, Sweetie Pie, and Feisty Fiona) 3 dogs (Luna, Tino, and Tula) 2 cats (Froggy and Daisy Bling-Bling) and one hamster (Tiger)! I love them all very much, and hold them dear. I very much enjoy when people ask about them I also have four moms! (two stepmoms and two moms)! These are just some stuff people find cool and/or surprising!
Hmmm, what about my identities? I am a therian and a furry! (hoping y’all aren’t furry haters TvT) My theriotypes are border collie, gray wolf, coyote, and turkish angora. I DO practise quadrobics, and despite the hate, it’s a really good sport. Did you know that it exercises almost all your muscles? I have a fursona, but she doesn’t have a name yet. I don’t have a full fursuit sadly, just a dinomask that I hand painted. I am going to make some paws for her- I’m pretty excited about it! I’m also a non-binary genderfluid bisexual bean! That's a lot, I know (Tehe).
I practise witchery! I work with crystals, meditate, and connect with the earth. I wear an obsidian protection necklace EVERYWHERE, line my doorsteps with salt, and keep an evil eye on my front doors’ handle. I also /love/ to garden. This March, I’ll be growing 20 different flowers! Let's see if I can name them all. Mammoth Sunflowers, Chinese Forget-Me-Nots, Butterfly W 33 d, Chamomile, Pansies, Foxglove, Delphinium, Alyssum Gold Dust, uhhh dang I already forgot. Oh well, that’s 8/20 at least? Tehe.
I would tell y’all about my interests, but uh… they go on for two pages of a Google Doc. So maybe not the best idea. I love to read, though, and am in the middle of reading what, three series? Warrior Cats, Keeper of the Lost Cities, and Wings of Fire, I believe. They’re all really good so far and I can’t wait to get the next books to read them. I also really love to craft and draw. I have recently finished a clay mushroom paint holder, which I am really proud of, and uh yeah! And finally, not last and certainly not least, writing! I lovvvvvvvvveeeeee to write. I mean, why wouldn’t I be in swc if I didn’t? This march, I’m aiming to do almost all the dailies, and even maybe a weekly or two (or three, or four) and participate in at least 3 cabin wars, and 10 word wars.
I love working with animals. I go to a program at my local animal shelter to help out, but it's only for four days a month, one in the spring, one in the fall. I do kinda wish it was like, 8 in two months instead, but who am I to complain! I get to see animals and that's all that matters.
I wanna do some trivia, like a QnA sorta thing. So. My favorite color is green, though honestly? I like them all. I HAVE broken a bone, my right forearm. I fell off when climbing a fence to get to my neighbor's, and smacked it on a root. It sucked, especially because it was dduring the summer. I do sleep with a stuffed animal. I don’t like cheese, or eat it for that matter, for it makes me nauseous. I also can’t eat large amounts of creamy things, such as frosting, milk, or pudding. I have a /very/ sensitive stomach.
Ok, I’m kinda getting bored of the trivia, that is enough. I like mushrooms. Not the food, just mushrooms. I like derpy stuff. I like stuff in general. I collect soda tabs and stickers. I destroy worlds. I claim bottom on camper sign-ups. I eat. I drink. I wander in the forest barefoot and come back with cuts, but don’t care even though everyone yells at me to put shoes on. I don’t like squash or blackberries or raspberries. I have a big collection of fox stuff. I collect fox stuff. Cool. I’m cool. :sunglasses: I enjoyed writing this. I like to ramble, even though I don’t actually do it on purpose- It just happens. Well oh well, I hope you learned /something/ about me. If you didn’t the koalas- or duo, will come for you.

You peer into the library, seeing Mildred writing documents at a table. She blinks up at you, before smiling softly. “Ah, hello there. I'm working on some assignments.” You walk over, and she smiles at you. “Would you like to see?” she hands you a notebook, different sections are labeled.

Assignment #1: Introduction | 1025 words | 0 points
Assignment #2: Five Words | 323 words | 300 points
Assignment #3: Portmanteau | 371 words | 450 points
Assignment #4: Word Wars | N/A words | N/A points
Assignment #5: | 461 words | 350 points
Assignment #6: Constellations | 642 words | 450 points
Assignment #7: Critiquitiare | N/A words | N/A points

Project #1: Worldbuilding | 2863 words | 2000

Writing Sprint #1 | 143 words | 125 points

link | word count | points

link | word count

«────── « ⋅ Introduction ⋅ » ─────»
❝as you walk down the hall, you pass by a room
with large red letters flashing above it “recording in progress”
beside the door is a plaque that reads Dawn's Recording Studio❞

«────── « ⋅ Dailies ⋅ » ─────»
♬ № 01: Introduce Yourself!
♩♩ № 02: Five Words From Others
♬ № 03: Portmanteau
♩♩ № 04: Word Wars
♬ № 05: Enemy Anthems
♩♩ № 06: Constellations
♬ № 07: Critiquitaire
♩♩ № 08: Letter for International Women's Day
♬ № 09: Link
♩♩ № 10: Link
♬ № 11: Link
♩♩ № 12: Link
♬ № 13: Link
♩♩ № 14: Link
♬ № 15: Link
♩♩ № 16: Link
♬ № 17: Link
♩♩ № 18: Link
♬ № 19: Link
♩♩ № 20: Link
♬ № 21: Link
♩♩ № 22: Link
♬ № 23: Link
♩♩ № 24: Link
♬ № 25: Link
♩♩ № 26: Link
♬ № 27: Link
♩♩ № 28: Link
♬ № 29: Link
♩♩ № 30: Link
♬ № 31: Link

«────── « ⋅ Weeklies ⋅ » ─────»
➳ Weekly One: Worldbuilding
➳ Weekly Two: Link
➳ Weekly Three:Link
➳ Weekly Four: Link

«────── « ⋅ Writing Comp ⋅ » ─────»
✒ Title: Link

«────── « ⋅ Word Wars ⋅ » ─────»
⇛ Link

«────── « ⋅ Other ⋅ » ─────»
⋙ Link
⋙ Link
⋙ Link

|Dailies|

-March 1
-March 2
-March 3
-March 10
-March 15

|Weeklies|

-Weekly #1: Worldbuilding

|Word Wars|

-w/ strawberry-lemon (lost)

|Current Word Count|

15585/10000

30 march | birthday every day daily

21 march | google translate lyrics daily

14 march | color symbolism daily

Toko's SWC Thread

28,820 words / 27,000 words

Dailies
Mar 1 - 1,120 words
Mar 2 - 482 words, 300 points
March 3 - 479 words, 450 points
March 6 - 481 words, 450 points
March 10 - 304 words, 500 points
March 12 - 272 words, 250 points
March 18 - 416 word, 400 points
March 21 - 460 words, 450 points
March 23 - 532 words, 400 points
March 29 - 526 words, 450 points
March 30 - 538 words, 550 points
March 31 - thank you notes <3

Weeklies
Weekly 1 – Mar 3 - Mar 9
Part 1 - 652
Part 2
Part 3 - 825
Part 4 - 862

Weekly 2 - Mar 10 - 16
Part 1 - 581
Part 2 - 266
Part 3 - 309
Part 4 - 437

Weekly 4

Monthly Challenges 5/5
Participate in an activity in the sibling hangout
Sleep before 11 PM (5 days in a row) ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️
Complete 15 dailies ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️
Complete 2 weeklies ✔️✔️
Participate in 2 cabin wars ✔️ ✔️
Win 5 word wars ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️
Enter the memory book contest
Enter the writing competition ✔️
Attend 4 concerts
Earn 5 accessories to add to your pfp

Other
Word wars:
won: war with recca, war with elly, war with@slyscribblingfox039, war with surf, war with lark
lost: war with fini, war with hope, war with fini #2, war with angie