July 2nd Daily
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Daily: July 2 | Dear Future Self (240 words)

july 2nd: “Dear future self… Have you ever wondered what your future self will think of current you? Do you have any pressing questions for your future self? Now's your chance to find out - write a letter to your end-of-the-month self! Try to include some goals you have for this month, SWC or personal, and any questions you have for yourself in 200 words for 200 points.”

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Dedicated to- myself

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July 2nd~
Dear future me,

First and foremost, I hope you (I) are doing well, and that you are not spending too much time online in front of your screen, because as you probably already know, it is very bad for one's eyes. I also hope that you are keeping up the work at school, and that you are always your parent's little angle (okay, that was a joke xD). But in all seriousness, I do hope you are concentrating on studying and not spending 6 hours a day on Scratch for SWC… which is what you might be doing now…

Then I'd like to set a few goals for you (me). First, SWC related things. For this session, if you don't remember, I can only be active for 5 days, then I'll leave for vacation. That is- a pity, but in these short five days, you can do lots of things! ('cause you're alone at home, so you can spend as many hours as you want on Scratch Mwahahahaha! just kidding- you have to control yourself) Enough rambling, let's go on to the things you (I) can actually do for these short five days.

- First, you can do every daily that comes your way, and try to do the weekly in two as well. At least you earn a little tiny bit of points for your cabin, right?
- Then, please please please PLEASE don't spend more than three hours a day in front of your computer, even if it's for writing. Your (My) eyes will thank you.
- Lastly, try to earn enough in cabin points (I forgot what they're called whoops) to get a pfp. Blau is really talented :0

I hope I made things clear and now, submit this daily and sut your computer off! You gotta do homework now!

Yours (mine) truly,
Sunny

305/200

July 3rd~

Long, long ago, there was once a far away kingdom on the edge of the world. No human ever came there, for it was at the tip of the universe, far, far away from where human technology could reach.

At the beginning of the beginning, this kingdom was a vast land of desert. One would ask, hot desert of cold desert? None and both at the same time. You'd find sand, endless dunes of sand, but you'd also find ice, endless acres of bluish ice. You'd wonder, what caused such a weird landscape? Well here is the answer, which is quite actually simple. Since this kingdom is at the edge of the universe, there are strong winds. These winds blow scraps and bits of sand off their maternal rocks, but at the same time water is blown at such a high speed that it cools down immediately and form snowflakes. These flakes fall on the sand and become ice. In areas where there is less ice, you can see the sand.

A few hundred human years after the beginning of the beginning, the water from the ice melted because of the birth of Sun. The kingdom was covered in a mud like substance for years- a mix of sand and water. Slowly, however, you'd notice that this strange substance, sculpted by the powerful winds, would form various odd shapes here and there.

Another century passes by. Tiny holes begin to form on the wind sculpted mud. These holes are so tiny that only one specific type of air can pass through. That Air was called Bythea, a very rare form of air unseen on Earth and by humans. And it so happened that a cell, a single living cell, lived in each Bythea atom. And in these secure holes, the cells began to develop. They grew bigger, the reproduced quickly.

In the blink of an eye, another century passes by quietly. The tiny holes sculpted by wind, however, were not at all quiet. For the single cells developed rapidly, quickly growing bigger and bigger, until a human eye could distinguish clearly the cell nucleus, which was in a curious shade of bright pink. Now you might wonder how the landscape changed. The mud like substance was no longer mud. Almost all the water had evaporated to Elsewhere, and the wind sculpted shapes remained, as hard as rock. The wind, however, did not rest. It continued to shape the harder rocks, and tiny hole multiplied quickly as well. If you would look closely on a piece of stone, you'd notice unevenness through its surface. These are the legendary holes of Bythea.

A couple hundred years pass again. The cells are bigger than ever. They are still single cell organisms, as human scientists like to call them, but they have already reached the mass of the big, grey things with four legs and big ears humans call as, ‘elephants’. Upon hearing this, you might want to know what caused these cells to develop into so big things?

The answer to this, I cannot tell you.

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July 4th
Music- Doctor Gradus ad Parnassum by Claude Debussy

A little cool stream of water, flowing down from the mountain top. Its water is fresh from the melted snow, clear as a mirror. Getting closer, one would distinguish the round, stone pebbles laying peacefully at the bottom. They were different colours as well, red ones, grey ones, yellow ones, even green ones with a pint of moss on its surface.

The little stream would get bigger with more melted snow, and soon one would be able to hear the faint rippling water as it toppled down the mountain. The fresh tinkling sound of water was like bells announcing the coming of spring, like piano keys dancing joyfully, waking the sleeping winter and its' animals.

Toppling down, down and down, the little stream became a river, a clear and transparent river. Out of nowhere, fish came and swam joyously up and down the river. On the river banks, flowers began blooming, and fresh, soft green grass would emerge, covering the mountain with a soft, green cover.

The sound of the river was louder, it was no longer tinkling, but was laughing dancing. The sound of this peculiar music awakened the hibernating animals, and deer, hare, fox and squirrel came out, hopping here and there, to celebrate together the arrival of Spring.

Now one would hear the light footsteps of animals and their merry chatting. Birds were coming out, too, and they added their sharp but lighthearted songs into the music. The river was smiling at this beautiful seen, it danced and laughed together with the animals.

Finally, after the long run, the panting animals and the big rush of water, came to the opening of a great lake. The lake calmed tall this little chaos down, and with a deep, booming voice and a final, deep note, everything, went back to its orignal peacefulness.
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Weekly #1

Part 1:
The full moon hung high up in the sky, its soft, whitish glow illuminating the peaceful night. The sleeping little town was very quiet, and the only sounds were occasional chirping of birds and the soft thud of the little boy's footsteps. The reason for this late excursion was unknown, but we would guess that perhaps he couldn't sleep, or simply he wanted to breathe the fresh, spring air. It was indeed the start of spring. nights were only beginning to get warmer, and a cool breeze rustled through the new, sprouting leaves.

Under the faint glow of the moon, the boy walked at a comfortable pace, taking deep gulps of cool air. The soft breeze caressed his long, dark hair, sending it flying behind his head. On the rosy lips a little grin was visible.

Still walking, the boy entered the little woods on the edge of the town. It was a fairly young forest, and the trees' soft, sprouting leaves gently touched the boy's cheeks.
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(the not very well written continuation of Coco's very well written passage)
In the blink of an eye, ten years pass by. The once broken down, destroyed, lifeless and hopeless city was unrecognisable. First, looking on a map, its surface diminished quite a lot. It went from a big, bustling city to a little country side town. The reasons for this was the rapid decreasing of the population following the aftermath of war. The largest number of famished people in history was counted, disease poured over the remaining of the broken down population, and finally lots killed themselves while working. And adding it all up to the massacres in war, only 5% of the original population remained.

The one who contributed most to this change, was a young woman. She didn't exactly look young, her grey hair and rough hands might have been signs of elderly, but for her, those were signs of her hard work and her determination to bring back life as it used to be. That woman, was the leader of the city, the one people looked up to.

One would also see trees and plants starting to grow, birds returning to build nests, and one might even hear the occasional laughter of children. The tall skyscrapers were long gone, but small cottages and individual houses were built, with well managed gardens and beautiful fences. The worst was long gone, and there hope towards the future.
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