Kat's Writing Stack

July 2:-
239 words

Hi! I have plenty of questions- perhaps when you, my one-month-older self, check your writing thread and happen to come upon this, those questions will be answered.
Firstly have you been following the write-everyday routine? I was hoping SWC may help with that. You'd better know more words than I do now. Have you reached our goal? Did you enjoy the session (don't answer that. duh)? Here are a few things I hope you've done-
-Write 10k words on your novel. Your ideas aren't going to be put down if you don't stop procrastinating. Again, we need more words. V-O-C-A-B-U-L-A-R-Y.
-Further progress in your Chinese learning. Yes, I know it's just beginner level. But I'm interested, and already forgetting all my hanzi. So, after you finish reading this, please a notebook and pen and start jotting them down
-Tell your friend to pick up that wheelbarrow race thing that we used to do. It's clumsy, and quite messy, but it's great fun. I won't let go of the idea of doing cartwheels and handstands!
-Improve in chess. Start playing more often and learn more tactics- you could learn some tips to skewer your opponent. Preferably a king-queen x-ray to grab the advantage.
-Be less absent-minded. I do need to stop zoning out sometimes into another world. What's the word? Being less quixotic

That pulls things to a wrap. I hope this letter finds you happy and carefree.
zài jiàn!

Weekly 2:-

Part 1;
364 words
prompt: They forgot him, still he barks a lonely cry in the middle of the forest when the darkness swells around him.

The moon was glistening high in the sky, staring down superiorly at the forest. The forest was full of creatures, malevolent ones. The gentle ones were long gone- they only stayed in the pleasant atmosphere of the day, when everything was at peace. And no one could blame them… who'd want to be around when evil was prowling? When the wolves howled at the moon loudly. When the mysterious unknown things hid in the shadows. And in the midst of all this, there was one innocent creature. One frightened, sweet creature. Whatever was he doing here? It was a puppy, just a small, little puppy. There was a collar around his neck, a collar that was supposed to mean ownership. Instead, he was curled up here, while he should have been asleep in the comfort of his loving home. It wasn't his owners' fault, it really wasn't. There were the men, who took him away. The owners had been trying to help him, but they couldn't. The men hadn't been particularly nice. There were other dogs in the van they took him inside, too. Big dogs, little dogs, dogs like him. Even an exotic bird in a cage. They did something strange, taking out all the other animals in a destination that smelled funny. They forgot about him. He wanted to go out, too. Back to his owners. But when they remembered him, they just dropped him off in this scary place. He didn't like it. He didn't understand why he had to be here… where were his humans? The little ones, and the big ones too. He could hardly remember what had happened. And there were things around him too, things that he did not know what they were. A wolf came out of the shadows. The puppy yapped in fright. That time something heartwarming happened- instead of harming the puppy, the wolf just picked up the dog by the scruff of his neck, making the collar snap and slip off. The dog looked like a wolf pup. No one would ever know his true origins. Silently, the wolf returned to the pack. Perhaps everything in this forest wasn't so bad, after all.

Part 2;
blurb-112 words
story- 269 words

In a medieval world, there are two teenagers. Their life is quite an irony. The first, a girl. Archery is her dream. And she's very, very talented at it too. Except, in a prejudiced world, women are forbidden from practicing archery. The second, a boy. His father is the head of the Archers, but he himself isn't talented at all. He can hardly pull back the bowstring. But it's time to put their problems aside- their are signs of rebellion deep in the heart of the castle. Perhaps a rebellion is sparking? A rebellion uncalled for? These teenagers can't decide- yes, the system is unfair. But is fixing that worth their livelihood?

Calliope smiled. It was harder than it seemed, being popular. Handling your minions, making sure they don't ruin your reputation. Hard. She tossed her hair, walking back from school. There was a swarm of friends somewhere behind, and she wanted to get home before they started stalking her. Her shoes rustled over the spiky grass, and she opened to door to her home. Silence. The household was quieter with the disappearance of the cheerful girl, Lisha. Ever since her elder sister disappeared, she was having a hard time balancing it all. Hope, her younger sister, came plodding down the stairs. She rushed to Calliope's side, drawing in hand.
“Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?” Calliope snapped, snatching the drawing out of Hope's hands. She tugged the paper gently, tearing it slightly. Enough to get Hope out of her hair. She threw the drawing back to Hope, pushing past her.

She didn't care about the wails that followed.

The sun rose again. It was Saturday. Calliope smiled. She yawned and poked her head out the door, expecting Hope to come in. No one. And then she knew. Hope was gone. Calliope stole into the door that she had been avoiding like the plague, overcoming her fear. There was a mirror in the dusty room. It was filled with cobwebs, and had a strange smell about it. Calliope reached out to touch the mirror's broken surface.

Suddenly, she had the odd sensation of what it would feel like to be inside a whirling washing machine.
Thud. She fell somewhere none too gently, and then everything went black.

Part 3;
151 words
The sky is dim and dull
Blanketed with clouds
of a dark, gloomy gray
Harbingers of a storm
come to rage upon the earth

Not the pleasant soft drizzle
or the occasional mild shower
but the fiercest of the cloudbursts
unleashing all its fury
in a mighty and powerful tempest

The locale was lusterless,
color stolen by the forlornness
it wasn't the brightest sight;
the dull buildings all around
and not a pedestrian in sight

The lens which through
everything seemed fogged
was one of light mist,
however it took all the light away
away above the clouds

It was a moment of tension
frightening and spooky too
such an unusual sight was
there was no sight of the sun
not even a mere glimpse

And then it began,
the awaited grand downpour
pouring down with savage wrath
thundering loud against the window
and so it was- the rain was here

Part 4;
451 words
prompt: Lord of All Tea, Lord of All Tea, Lord of All Tea, Lord of All Tea, Lord of All Tea. Kalisz is Tea Prince of Oyakoo. Yoast Ask Naush About Dana Origazon Sea Tea Tea and Vibration. The deception, Go Do Tea Kitchen. Nedusht Do say Is, Phil, Wife, Ek Kikdashas, Bays Is, Bays.

A monarch sat high upon his throne, sipping from a gold-traced cup. Wisps of thin smoke was rising from the cup. Prince Kalisz, also known as the Lord of All Tea. A strange but fitting title. He ruled over Oyakoo, which meant ‘The Land of Tea’ in Trovan. He sat rigid and vigilant on his throne, a troubled expression on his face.
“Yoast!” he called majestically, to his loyal right-hand-man. He was a scrawny little man who was cleverer than he seemed. He scurried at the Highness's order.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” he enquired.
“Yoast, ask Naush about the Dana Origazon Sea, will you? I've had some reports from my scouts that something is brewing there…”
Yoast nodded, stalking off to talk to Naush.

Naush was a peculiar person. He was the burly man you would expect to be a bodyguard, much less a geographer. He studied to oceans with passion. He had glasses that looked to small for him perched on his bulbous nose.
“Yes, Yoast?” he looked up from his dizzying piles of paperwork that he was leaning over.

“I expect you're here about Dana Origazon? I'll give you the straight answer. Tell Prince Kalisz that a tsunami could be forming. Nothing serious, of course. Just enough to topple the boats and to reach just over the coast. Clear the boats and forbid entry, that should be enough to avoid anything serious.” He polished his spectacles, even though they were already gleaming. His room reflected that perfectionism, too. Everything was neat and clean, not a bit of dirt or something out of place.

Yoast nodded. The sea was rippling, a clear sign of the danger- Yoast felt nervous even if Dr. Naush said otherwise. The sky was clear, a deception from the coming storm. No- he was overreacting. He rushed to the kitchen to brew himself some green tea. Quite relaxing…

Prince Kalisz couldn't help fidgeting with annoyance. Yoast had probably gone to get himself some tea. Did that mean that something bad was coming? He sincerely hoped not. This kingdom was hard enough to look after, without adding natural disasters to the fray. He spied Nedusht coming around with the strange foreigner, Phil. What a weird name!
“Ek Kikdashas thinks something is going to happen. She says the bay is acting up, the waves a little more frenzied. And she sees it in her Inner Eye…” said Phil suddenly, stopping. “Your Magnificence.”

Prince Kalisz raised an eyebrow. Phil claimed that his Oyagoon wife, Ek Kikdashas, was a seer. He believed none of that nonsense, but perhaps Ek Kikdashas's predictions had struck lucky this time. At that moment, Yoast came marching in their direction. Finally, here was the actual news…

July 17
320 words

I got up that day with a look of pure happiness on my face. My thirteenth birthday! Finally- I'd been looking forward to it since forever. I jogged down and got ready for the big day.

After I'd showered and had breakfast, I decided to go around for a jog. I was really lucky to have my birthday on such a beautiful day like this. I sighted one other jogger. I took no notice, as I usually didn't pay attention the the unimportant details. Except- I did see one very strange and significant detail. This jogger was pale, very pale. He had glasses on his face and a forlorn expression.

His clothes were strange too. As if he was from the past, or just didn't have a modern taste. A very silly notion popped up in my head. There were a child and her mother, sitting down on a bench not too far away. The jogger, his attention averted to the far horizon, strayed from the path, and passed right through the bench.

The mother and the child paid no notice to the jogger whatsoever. I rubbed my eyes, to make sure they weren't deceiving me. Suddenly, the notion didn't seem so silly anymore. I covered my mouth in shock, and kept looking at the bench with terror. the mother looked at me as if I had gone mad, and perhaps I had. Other things faded into sight. There was a grumpy woman leaning against the tree, and she didn't seem so real, either.

Ghosts? They looked nothing like the childhood images she used to conjure. They looked as if a normal human would, except transparent. I rushed inside again, and to the safety of my room. I managed to slow my breathing down. This was a world-changing discovery. Ghosts were real. Ghost were real. She ahd to say it multiple times for it to sink in. Craziest. Birthday. Ever.

July 24th
326 words

That day a very strange happening had occurred.

Carrots were vegetables. They grew rooted in the ground. They were plants. Not things that walked. That day, on an unfortunate (but rich) farmer's field, that was exactly what happened to the carrots. First, they started pushing upwards. Then, they lay on the soil. Then they bounced up, radiant with energy, and started jumping up and down. They moved forward in this fashion, bouncing and hopping up and down. The kids came out to watch the wtrange procession of hopping carrots. They were orange. Normal enough, right? Except, they walked. When the kids went inside to tell their parents about the parade outside, nobody believed them. Would you?

The carrots bounced relentlessly. Where were they headed off to? Where would a carrot want to go? Now they were an army, joining each other and bumping into one another, they clumsily proceeded towards the river. The river? They didn't take a long time, which was surprising for those itty-bitty vegetables. They were wary, for many a person would like to eat scrumptious vegetables such as themselves. Holding this in regard, they hopped on, hiding in a timely manner, staying just out of sight of a few farmers and businessmen. When they reached the river, they sprang right in. Oh, dear me…

The river flowed. It was a misfitting sight, flecks of orange drifting along with the rushing water. It was a miracle that they weren't picked off by some sinister animals, considering their luscious smell and obvious ingenuity. Was it a regular sight to see alive carrots? Suddenly, there was a big current, throwing them off course and buried in the soil. The carrots bounced around with glee, as this is what they wanted. Fertile soil, sweet soil, one particularly intelligent carrot squeaked “alluvial soil!” One couldn't help but smile, as they settled down into the earth and fell down, as stiff as when they were in the fields.

July 26
335 words

Arrow gaped, breathless.
“Oh, no. No, no, no…” he rushed on forward, hoping against hope that it would all go right. Panting, hands on knees, he looked up weakly. The tower was falling, brick after brick toppling. His heart hammered in his chest and he closed his eyes, hoping it was all just a dream a very bad dream, and he would wake up soon. He bit his lip, tensing. Then, his eyes flew open. He couldn't just stand by while destruction was showing the world its wrath. He puffed out his chest, and started forward, trying to look as menacing and intimidating as possible.

Promptly, he tripped over a bit of rubble, ending up in a sort of straining plank. He got to his feet. Scurrying forward, he peeked out from behind the remaining wall of the tower.

There were two scary women there, standing and talking. They were pretty much villains, Arrow could tell by a glance. They had tattoos, evil grins, and malicious eyes. Arrow crept around, darting from place to place as nimbly as a rabbit. That had gotten him the nickname Arrow. He felt for his sword hilt. He showed himself, sweeping out from behind the tower wall. He had a confident smile on his face. The women turned to him skeptically. He felt a chill up his spine, seeing them up close. Even more villainous, if that was possible. He tossed his jet black locks, as if he was modelling for a flashy magazine, not facing up against the notorious villains of the world.

With a little too much melodrama, he drew his sword from its scabbard.
“Back, foul foes!” he jabbed his sword at them. Perhaps he overdid that part a little?
The plan majorly backfired. He grimaced, brandishing his sword. He had no plan. The first woman (she was scarier, so she must have been in charge) snapped her fingers. All around Arrow, the woman's followers crowded, malice in every step.

Maybe this was a small hindrance.

Salutations! My name is Anna, and this is my first session of SWC! My pronouns are she/it hehe. I love math and history. I currently play the violin and I used to play piano. I love art and i play tennis and I swim. I am so excited for my upcoming trip to Italy and the Olympics! My favorite artists are Taylor Swift, Lyn Lapid, and JVKE. I LOVE movies and I can't wait for the 4th despicable me to come out!!!!

cabin: Thriller (tctwnw)
date: 2024-07-02
words: 391

Dear Future Skylar,

I hope you’re not totally exhausted and are looking forward to August! This month, you signed up for TCTWNW, to focus more on your writing than competition. (I think that’s what led to your burnout last time, haha).

Firstly, how are your writing projects going? Before July, and even during July, you gave yourself some - maybe too many - writing projects to work on! How is that New Amsterdam Season 1 Rewrite holding up? (Did you not make any progress on it at all, when you realised the full scope of the project?) I don’t think you’d have even made it past episode 2. Next, how is Alana Hope, MD going along? Did you finish the three remaining scripts and wrote that scene you didn’t want to write? I hope you did! After that, I hope you started some more oneshots and stories set within the Sunshine Bay universe! And for goodness sake, stop making all your characters doctors, nurses, paramedics, or other allied health professionals. Or med students, for that matter. Not everything has to revolve around your love of medical dramas and medical fiction.

Secondly, you wanted to actively participate, do dailies and weeklies, and enter the writing competition! How did that go? Which ones were your favourites? So far, I really liked the 1K intro I wrote. (Come on, it’s only the second day, I am not complaining) I also hope you asked for help for your writing comp entry! It’s going great so far, and I hope you could enter a work you’re super proud of! (I mean, come on. You gave Elyta some backstory! Character development.)

Thirdly, and finally, the big one: did your writing improve at all? (Even just a smidge?) Look back at something you wrote at the start of the month. Do you still actively cringe, like I suspect you might? Or do you look back at it with pride? If it’s pride, I don’t think you improved much, but if you cringed - that’s amazing! Your writing has probably improved leaps and bounds since then. If not, though, I hope you genuinely had fun this session. (Could you come back in November? Pretty please? I know Sixth Form is going to be a sludge for you, what with your hopefully four a-levels. But you have free periods!)

Skylar From The Past

Salutations! My name is Annie, and this is my first session of SWC! My pronouns are she/it hehe. I love math and history. I currently play the violin and I used to play piano. I love art and i play tennis and I swim. I am so excited for my upcoming trip to Italy and the Olympics! My favorite artists are Taylor Swift, Lyn Lapid, and JVKE. I LOVE movies and I can't wait for the 4th despicable me to come out!!!!

Dear Future Self, I hope this message finds you well. As you are probably packing your bags to go to Italy, I want to reflect on your past. Was SWC fun? I would like to know if I achieved my word goal. Did you get the chance to watch Despicable Me 4? If you did, I'm curious to know if it lived up to the hype and if it was as enjoyable as the previous films. Also, what interesting and thought-provoking books have you read lately? I hope you've discovered some captivating stories and gained valuable insights from them.
What new projects have you made on Scratch? Have you drawn anything new? Who is winning in SWC competitions for bragging rights thingy? Have you even played in any tennis matches? Did you have a fun 4th of July? Was Six flags fun? I hope it was. Has anything really interesting happened? How much money do you have in your piggy bank? I hope you didn’t die during swimming these weeks. Who won the Euro Cup? Right now I’m frustrated because my sister @iinspirqtion is being pushy about the daily. I hope you have the time to read this, “see you!”.

Kingdom daily: 513 words

My beautiful kingdom is big, even though there are hardly any people in the kingdom since I prefer more quiet areas. It is a very peaceful place full of unique flowers in the 16 acre meadow, as the overshadowing castle tower stood sturdily next to it, making it look like a farm mill. As the trees sway in the wind there is the music of a violin playing to the beat of the loud snore from the hut near the village, the chimney blasting gray smoke as the wind is blowing it away. Near the castle is the gardener and his son trimming the rose vines as the little one complains as the pricks and blisters start to form everywhere on his body. Though the violinist strives to block out the fuss, even a strong bulk violinist can not push enough pressure into the bow to conceal the sounds. Inside the castle is the young cook who crafts astonishing meals for the ruler, but today she is a little grumpy, her eyesight gets hazy and doesn't notice her hand moving forward toward the pot and screams as she burns her hand. Today wasn’t like the typical day of silence and tranquility.

Ten years later…As a traveler made his way through the meadow he heard the violin through the field. He noticed the kingdom and reported his discoveries and moved half of the town miles away to here. As the population started building, the castle still stayed nearly the same, though it was much noisier, the maids still made it as relaxing as before. Speaking about maids, the juvenile maid has been doing chores all day, as she was making my bed she dozed off. As a tween, she must have been exhausted and tired of the new job.

As the decade goes on, the population soars, it becomes overcrowded and my beautiful meadow has been trampled and destroyed, this was never meant to be planned, but I have kinda enjoyed the new company. As the years go by, more animals came to my land, birds and bees have enjoyed my flowers from the meadow. butterflies dance around the daylight, while the fireflies put on a light show at night. Ducks enjoy my newly built fountain, and ants enjoy the picnic leftovers.

As more and more people start to move in, the construction of more and more houses starts, more trees are cut down, most of my meadow is destroyed (for the roads) , my cattle becomes food, the fences are used for the houses. And now barely any rabbits peek over their holes, in fact most of them moved away. I had put a stop to it and we worked together to make something more environmentally friendly.

Now there are only a few small houses and lots of friendly critters, we also built a park, nature centre, and a petting zoo. We also put a museum of the history of my kingdom’s past and our plan for the future. Many people found this place as a tourist area but I found it hard work.


The smell of earth’s perfume on a gloomy April night in Texas, Ellie was just stepping outside after a loud argument with her parents. She kicked a stone as hard as she could “My parents never let me get a cat or a dog!” she scowled. All the trees have seemed sad as Ellie moped. All the cottages were filled with joy as Easter passed just a day ago. The pets all barked and meowed as they feasted on the dinner scrapes. Ellie had always envied her friends, they all had pets like cats and dogs, hamsters, birds, even snakes, and just any other pet that she adored unlike the fat fish that just stays on the floor of the tank every hour, everyday. The only time it moves is when it stretches to try and get the food that sinks down every so often feeding time. As Ellie and her parents start to get ready for her friend Lily’s party. Ellie and her family arrived when the party was in full swing, no one noticed Ellie walk in, but the dog must have smelt the ginger from her medicine. He barked happily when she arrived, disturbing the cat’s nap. As Lily welcomed her Ellie’s parents hugged Lily’s, they talked for a while until Ellie said “It’s way too noisy here let’s go to your room. They dashed upstairs away from the party, the wine drinkers, and the out-of-control kids running around with their parents not caring and chatting away with their friends. “It sure is nice up here, just as she was going to lie down, something caught her eye, it was a brilliant flash of silver metal, it was a cage, full of hamsters. Lily saw Ellie’s eyes, “Oh, those are my pet hamsters,” she said “Want to see them?” “Sure.” Ellie replied. There were three “ That one is Hammy, then cow, then the other one is named Eve.” Lily said as she introduced Ellie to the hamsters, “They are so cute!” She said. As Ellie’s family left, the sky grew gray and a dog flew out, Ellie caught it, then came another and another cat started appearing too, Ellie saw all of them and so did the guests. “It’s crazy!” said one of the guests, everyone caught a pet, Ellie begged her parents to keep one, surprisingly they said yes! When they got home, Ellie fed them and played with them. “I am so proud of our daughter.” said her mom, and everyone seemed to agree.




Weekly 2 pt 1 301 words
“Really?” Layla’s mom exclaimed “You haven’t even packed?!”. Layla just screamed “Just go away!”. They were moving that day, from Maine to California. Layla wanted to stay here but as her parents are divorcing, nothing has been going right. Since her mom had custody of her, she would be living with her. As she cried on the bed, her sister Brie came in. “What’s the matter?” she asked. Layla said “Why do we have to move?”. Brie took a long and slow breath, but instead of answering her question, she said “Just pack, we don’t have forever to move, they’re coming soon.” Then, she left. Layla hesitated to pack, she didn’t want to leave her dad alone. But she had an idea, she started to pack rapidly and put her stuff in the car and went in. When her sister was listening to music, Layla escaped and hid in the house. As the blue Mercedes left the driveway, she was so relieved that she fell to the ground grinning from ear to ear. Soon Layla realized that she had to stay in the attic, the last place that her dad would come to. That night when her dad wasn’t home, she snuck a whole pot roast to last her days before he found her, but the next day, there were lost posters on a bunch of poles. At first, she couldn’t recognize who it was, but after looking closer, she realized it was her. Layla hid in the attic for as long as she could, but when her father looked in the attic, he saw her. He hugged her as tight as she could and said “Why?” then Layla just completely opened up to him while sobbing. She and her dad drove to the motel and they all had a night.

Weekly 2 pt 2 290 words (without blurb)

The light snow on a February morning calmed Kalyna’s thought of disaster striking. She didn’t want her children to be worried about the war, especially Daryna. She was only six and a crybaby. Kalyna didn’t want her to bring attention to her home. Kalyna’s husband had recently died in the war, now she’s single and hardworking. She tries to take care of Lidia, but like always, Daryna throws one of her famous tantrums if she just looks away. Everything was fine until Kalyna found out that the church in Kharkiv had been bombed, she knew they had to escape. They didn’t do anything before leaving, not even packing water or food. Kalyna reached out and found that her friend's house was free and she could hide there, but Russia must have known that the town would be an easy target. But as they got closer, the more Kalyna wanted to escape again, she knew she couldn’t though. Time was running out, her sweat was dripping, until she heard it, three rounds into the house. The soldiers barged in and they all hid, but Daryna had enough she ran out of her mom’s grasp and went to the soldiers. “No!” Kalyna said but it was too late, they took her away, in fact, she didn’t see Lidia next to her, her heart sank when she saw that she was also taken away. When she saw where they took them she got a neighbor to retrieve them. She waited days and night crying, until one day the neighbor came bloody and bruised but her children in her hands made her cry tears of joy. They successfully escaped to Poland. One day, Daryna said “Are we safe?” Kalyna replied with “Yes, for now.”.

Blurb:Bullets echo. Fireballs explode. Planes crash. War is coming. Kalyna feels the weight of guilt pressing on her shoulders when her two children are taken away and is left to fight for herself. Stuck in the middle of Ukraine, she must learn how to survive. If she doesn’t, her children will be left to die. My name is Kalyna. I am 33 years old. This is the story of how I saved my children and escaped a war.

Weekly 2 pt 3 153 words (with title)

A spring day

Clouds, trees, and flowers
Had covered up the spring day’s scene
As those birds fly back from some vacation,
They are welcomed by their spring home

The river flowing softly with the fish swimming happily
The people fishing once again having new fresh worms as bait
Having to feed their family is hard,
Making them happy is not.

The children disturb the water as the touch the lily pads
Pretending they’re walking on water
Their imagination never fails to come back
Making this day much funner than ever.

The lonely willow tree
Swaying in the cool spring breeze
With its leaves turning greener every minute
She has a new hair color.

The women enjoying their tea
While chatting and laughing
Their new friendship bonding
Make them so happy.

The furry dog barks joy as it
Runs around the yard wildly
It’s owner chasing behind
He never catches the cute dog.

Weekly 2 pt 4 google translate

Lexi feels the cool water on a spring day and she and her friends pretend to be a water strider as they try to walk on water. Then Lexi got an idea, “Let’s all be fishes, whoever gets out of the water first loses.” Everybody seemed to agree with the idea, after many hours of splashing, playing and saying “FISH OUT OF WATER!” Only Lexi and Cara were left, as they competed, all their dad’s were out fishin’ “Oh fishin’ is the best thing to do early spring.” said Mr. Smith in his southern accent, “Yeah it’s pretty nice but it’s hard to get that many fish in this lake, the other one a mile ahead.” said Lexi’s dad, Mr. Cummingdock “Ah yes, yes,” added Mr. Okspanhim “Feedin’ the family is hard, so hard these days, nothin’ makes ‘em happy, it’s always eat, sleep, and play, leaving all the work to us.” he said “Nothing for them to do.” Mr. Smith muttered. As they used their fresh new worms caught by their sons.George just came out of the water fist full of worms, he handed it to Mr. Okspanhim “Here.” he said “Ah thanks sonny.” Mr. Okspanhim replied. As George left, Mr. Okspanhim turned to Mr. Smith “Your son is so helpful unlike mine.” “Oh, you got mistaken, that is Mr. Miller’s son.” Mr. Smith exclaimed. Mr. Miller, who was quiet the whole time, had a lot of fish in his bucket as they were having the conversation. As Mr. Okspanhim said “Hey ya got loads of fish, care if I take one?” “Sure, but I’m done for the day, I’m going to take Linda and Cara, especially Cara, she’s been fooling around a lot.” he sighed “No, no” interrupted Mr. Cummingdock “They are just playing with imagination, eh?” he continued but Mr. Miller just ignored him. Meanwhile at the tea group, Mrs. Smith, Cummingdock, Okspanhim, and Miller were all laughing. “And when Cara was studying, she said she lost control, and when I looked at her computer to check her work, the key control was missing !” Mrs. Miller laughed “I was too cracked up to be mad!” “Oh Linda, you sure have things going on in your home!” Mrs. Cummingdock said, Mrs. Miller laughed. They were all chatting until Mrs. Miller’s husband came to pick her up, they said their goodbyes and went to get Cara. “Hey Cara, let's get out at the same time, no one wins or loses so we don’t start a fight, and anyway, isn’t that your dad” Lexi said as she pointed at Mr. Miller. “Yeah, with my goody-two-shoes brother. Today was fun, see you tomorrow!” Cara replied as her dad dragged her back home. As the other parents picked up their children, Lexi looked at the sky and the birds were back, welcomed by the green willow tree, the scene made her smile. It was a wonderful spring day.


Daily 19:
I resent being a phone, first, all the dirty humans put their germ infested hands on me. There are even studies that show that my screen is literally dirtier than a toilet seat! Even though that was bad, I took a lot of your photos and I am your life. You always watch social media on me and it’s annoying when you stay up all night watching it, like I need some rest too! Maybe you think that you should charge while watching, but that overwhelms me. The battery was sent and withdrawn from me at the same time. I also can glitch a lot if someone hacks me, it’s like my biggest fear. You basically rely on me, I have all your contact information so you can tell your parents, siblings, friends, and anybody anything when they’re not at the distance for talking. If there’s an emergency you would use me to contact the police. You must really hate it when my battery runs out because you get frustrated and throw things around looking for your charger. Sometimes, you lose track of time when you are with me because your eyes get tired and drowsy. Okay, now let's talk about my death, don’t be sad if I get eaten by your dog, get run over, get stolen, explode in a fire, get mixed in the washing machine, or get thrown by you being very unnecessarily angry and throw me off a 1000000000 floor skyscraper. Okay, now that might be the worst death but the grossest? Falling into the toilet and being flushed and clogged.

Daily for horror!
Dear Future Self, do you ever think that we could've done something else? Like instead of being who we are now, taking that physical activity path that we started and closed a few years ago? How old will I be when I read this, and will it have enough meaning? I'm so impatient that I might just read it the next day, yet so forgetful I might put it down and never read it again. Is SWC going to happen again during the schoolyear, and will I get horror cabin once agaim? Honestly, the rest of life is doing fine. Summer is great, and next year is going to be even better! Or maybe I'm just over exaggerating and its going to suck as much as the year before did, when we went from the best teachers, to the absolute worst. Regardless, its going to be eventful. Did the Op. Granite presentation work, or are we still trying to do it before the next session? Since were on the topic of the future, how is my new house? Is it fun, or is it small like this one? Whatever it is, I still want my own room. Do we still wake up early to do the wordle, or do we no longer have time with our rushed schedule, or have possibly moved on to something more useful like journaling or going on a run? I have nothing else to ask, and even if I did, I wouldn't get a reply. Bye!!

Daily 2 for Dystopian
236 words 1161 characters.

Dear Future Self,
How am I supposed to talk to you?? Don't worry I'm not good at talking to myself either. It's confusing to my brain. Anyways, did we meet any of our goals?
Did we get to 35,000 words? Not gonna lie, I kind of think I didn't. It sure would surprise me if I did. I hope we had a good birthday. Did I ever get to go to Water Country with my friend? How was my pottery class trip that happened on July 20th? Was it good? This is awkward like a soybean in the wrong position. Oh my. I'm excited for the end of the month but also not, because SWC will be over, but I will also be excited, to know if I achieved my goals, or did anything interesting. It will be a journey Anyways, (oh, it's my second time, I said anyway), did we do anything else interesting? I can't wait to find out if anything happened. I also hope I will have a drawing tablet by then. Jeesh, we are already at 184 words! Gosh! That's a lot, but also not a lot at the same time, lol. Also, I forgot to ask, but did we complete all the weekly / daily? I hope we did, even though I already missed one, but that's ok. I have to go, and I'm relieved but also sad. Bye future me!

Daily 3 for Dystopian
525 words 2923 characters.

The kingdom is hidden, only seen in the darkness of night, when the kingdom lights up like a sun from the thousands of fireflies. Hidden in the trees, dark as a raven, lies Candlewren. It's people are dressed in cloaks as dark as night, the forest rich with an earthy smell. Mountains surround it, hiding it, and a small river runs smack dab through the middle of the kingdom The people there are nocturnal, only waking when the fireflies glow. The village is peaceful, never fighting or arguing. It was pretty peaceful. It was nice and quiet. But then…
Ten years later, Candlewren is in the middle of a war, with other kingdoms. It has only one ally, but they are too far to help. They fight alone. Swords clash and whole castles explode. Arrows fly, back and forth. People scream, and kingdoms fall. This war is set to last for a long, long time. Only a few kingdoms have managed to stay out of it, but will most likely end up joining in later. The war is for one kingdom to have rule over them all, except for the people who didn't participate, which is why kingdoms are trying to get them to join. This is no laughing matter.
Another ten years later, and the war is over. No kingdom won. Any of the castles or villages left are covered in moss and vines. The only people left either moved to other places, or live in the wild, alone or in small groups. Some of the only sounds left are the birds chirping and the creeks and river rushing and trickling through the mountains. The largest civilization is three tents. Trees grow from old farmland, and wells have algae and mold growing in and on them. Arrows peak from bushes. It's an overgrown place.
Ten years after the war ended, a small village is slowly building where Candlewren once was. It's not much, but it's something. On one of the mountains cliffs, a castle slowly gets built. It's not the same as the old Candlewren. People are quieter, not speaking to anyone outside the kingdom borders, to prevent mingling with any other wars or problems.
It took ten whole years to finish building the new kingdom. The children who suffered the war are adults now. The kingdom doesn't go by Candlewren anymore. It has been renamed Embercrest. The war is now just a tale the elders tell their grandchildren. The kingdom is much brighter, and no longer runs through the night. They have more advanced technology now, with tractors used to farm, and new fashion, of red cloaks for children, green for adults, and navy blue for elders. It's a lot different.
In 10 years, the kingdom has changed a lot. The war is just a story now. The kingdom is huge, and people use cars now. It has heated homes now, and people say its a much better place to live in. It has been thirty years since the war had ended, and the kingdom was once again peaceful, and elders had made peace with their past. That is the tale of Candlewren.

Daily 4
Handwritten
324 words idk characters

Dailys 5, 6, 7, and 8:
Down elsewhere, due to forum issues



Daily 13
I slept 12 hours, but lets pretend I only got 9 and a half hehe 350 words.

-Good habits… I guess?-

• 8+ hours of sleep
  Drink more water
  Take breaks
  

Quick description of Wisp:
Wisp is a teen using she/they pronouns and is working multiple jobs along with school. She has short curly brown hair. She is pale and often has a pencil behind her ear.

Now for the story:
Wisp's head fell to the desk. She felt like they were going to fall asleep, right then and there. She lifted her head, and you could see dark circles under their eyes. Her bedroom was dark, only lit by a small lamp on Wisp's desk, and an alarm clock that showed the time in bright red letters. 2:37 am. They scribbled down a few things on a small notepad, glancing up and down from her laptop. She got up and cleaned a bit of their room up, then sat down and sent an email. They have been multitasking quite a bit lately. She glanced at the time. The clock, in its bright red letters, read 2:51 am. “Fudge” they said. Wisp glanced at the laptop, then at the notes. A tiny bar at the top of her screen read: 17/35 questions completed. Wisp groaned. Her assignment was due on a weekend, aka tomorrow, Saturday, July 29th, at 11 o'clock am. In order to finish, they would either have to wake up early tomorrow or stay up late tonight. Well, technically, it was already July 29th, but 3 am in the morning. She decided on the finish tonight option, which took WAY too long. By the time they got in bed, it was 4:47 am. She also had a doctor's appointment at 8:30 am. 2 hours of sleep. They tapped the alarm into the clock and then slammed into her bed. When they woke up, she threw on a T-shirt and some jean shorts. They grabbed a breakfast bar and trudged out the door, getting into an Uber. When she arrived, they checked in and then sat down in the waiting room. She quickly dozed off, suddenly jolting when someone tapped on their shoulder. “Is your name Wisp?” They asked. She nodded sleepily. “They have been calling for you for like, 5 minutes,” They said. Wisps jolted from their chair and then looked for the doctor. She located her and then walked over quickly apologizing. Great, I fell asleep at the doctor's. When they finished, she took an Uber and went home. They slammed into the bed, suddenly feeling extremely lightheaded, and gosh, her head hurt. They quickly fell asleep. Wisp was awoken by a ping. She picked up their phone and looked at the notification bar. It read: “Event ended. Evvy's birthday” Wisp gasped. In her tiredness and dehydration (they hadn't drunk water since 6:00 pm yesterday), she had forgotten her bestie's birthday. After that, Wisp drank lots of water and got much better rest after that. They left more room in their schedule and took breaks from hard things such as schoolwork. GET SLEEP AND DRINK WATER YALL!

Daily 22
Poof! A magical spell has transformed you into an SWC host! With increased input on behind-the-scenes decisions, what changes will you propose? Your plans should be at least 300 words - you can be as silly or serious with this as you like! Earn 250 points from completing this daily, and an additional 100 from sharing it.


OH. MY. GOSH!!!!! I just got promoted…. what! That was unexpected! I should make use of this… let's change some things!! First of all, I hate that SWC ends so soon! Like, it ends in nine freaking days! I'm so sad about it, so I shall extend it. It is now two months long! I know school goes back for many people in August, so more of a challenge. Secondly, on days I'm busy, I shall transfer host ownership so that the desc can still be edited, and the leader board can change more often. I know people sometimes don't like certain dailies, or they don't appeal to them. It's happened to me quite a few times, and I often skip dailies. Now I will post 2 dailies per day. They can both be done, and both are worth the same amount of points. I want this to happen also because, on days like World Wars or Cabin Wars, I often find myself wanting a prompt, but I don't have one! Now that that's fixed, I realize you guys don't like the tremendous amount of silly utter mangoes yummy yummy…. just kidding! Here's some mangoes for all of you! ! Anyway, now I just want to say some things. I love SWC and wish it could never end. There are lots of things I don't want to change OH MY GOSH!!!!! I just got promoted…. what! That was unexpected! I should probably make use of this… let's change some things!! First of all, it, but that's all I had in my silly mango mind. I wish you cabins the best of luck, especially the last 5 on the leaderboard. Keep earning points, and eat many mangoes. I love you all lots. Keep writing and reading! Now, go drink some water, or take a walk, I don't care! Just get off whatever device you're on BYE BYE MANGOES AND MUNGOES!!! LOVE YOU! BYE! BYE!

After SWC note to past me…
Hey past self, no, unfortunately, we did not reach our goal. We didn't end up going to Water Country, because we are going on a vacation instead. The clay class was amazing, the teacher was very kind. We had a great birthday, by the way. We got a few things on our list, along with a ton of money, haha. We did not complete any of the weeklies, and not all of the dailies. Sadly Swc is about to end. Looking forward to next session though! School may be in the way though….. will figure that out later.

Daily for Bi-Fi ✧

Dear future me,
Well, it hasn’t really been that long, but I hope it feels like it has, with it being summer and all. Summer ought to last forever. SWC too, now that I think about it. But all things end, one way or another, and only the lucky few of us can truly understand that all endings are really beginnings in another form, that the smarting pain will give way to something better if we trust time to run its course. So while you may be hurting from another ending, the ending of SWC, the inevitable ending of summer, maybe something else I don’t know about yet, know that the words “The End” will never really be true because there is always something else around every corner. Call it what you will – the next chapter, a bend in the road, change – beginnings still like to find you when you least expect it. The question is, something that has been weighing on your mind, will you be ready? I hope so because as much as I hate to admit it, I am not very good at letting go and starting anew. Here’s to hoping you have the courage to let go of the regrets and cherish the memories, so you can step towards that scary new beginning and greet it with open arms.

So anyway, how did you like my attempt at writing like Seanan McGuire? : DDD I kinda lost it at the end, but that’s okay – I hope you can write better now bahhaha. While I meant what I said, I couldn’t resist popping in here to berate you, end of month me, with questions. I’ll make it quick. How’s the whole college thing going? Did you have to actually work on applications yet? (I really don’t want to) Please, PLEASE tell me you’ve started running more because you’ve got to be ready for cross-country. ALSO, how is TSE???? We’re currently on page 24x23 and the little blurb on Laura’s Pateron post about it is driving me mad and I really, really, really need Runo to be discussed. (crossing my fingers for the next page or the one after that, since it seems like a logical next step in the story) Um, anyway, did you actually manage to do a weekly without procrastinating? If so, here’s a mango. If not, shame on you *sniff* Anyway, this is just your friendly reminder to DO YOUR SUMMER READING if you have not. Byeee!
(gack i did not like that ending)
-From Hail 07/02/24 10:39 AM

427 words

edit: BAHHAHA I PUT THE WRONG MONTH

Daily No.2 for Mystery (oof forgot to do yesterday's one :<)

Dear future me,
What happened?
You will probably look back at this and cringe. Probably? No definitely. I'm already cringing while writing this and I haven't even started. It feels strange writing to you and imagining what you would think reading this later. I hope you're ok. And that the dreams have stopped. But they probably haven't. Good luck for next week because, if you look at everything that happened in the past, you are so going to need it. The cat says hi by the way. She's sniffing the laptop right now. Did you get out of the art block? And how? I don't know what else to write. It feels weird writing letters and never getting a reply. I found the letter we wrote in 2019… I wish i could reply to it but that's impossible unfortunately. I also found the one from last year. Its amazing how much everything has changed, slowly but surely. The whole year is flying by, time slipping through my fingers and soon present me will become past me and i will become you and we will look back at this and cringe together. It's confusing. Very confusing. Oh and also i burnt all our diaries except for one, because they were all so cringe and ugh. looking back at those diaries i hated past me, so probably when you look back at this you'll hate me too. I get it. I hate myself anyway. Sorry. I read a really sad book today. I'm only writing this because you will most likely forget about that particular book. I read it twice, both times feeling raw emotion but not being able to cry. Why don't we ever cry while reading? Older sister said it was because i was made out of stone after a fight once. I think she was right. Anyway how are the herbs going? Well there won't BE any herbs if i don't plant them today but still. What do you think about that drawing? Do you still feel like the shading is good, or not? I seriously don't know what else to write so see you in a month? I'm seriously not going to be waiting like 10 years to read this I literally have no patience.
From,
Me now

I know this is cringe i'm really sorry to the poor SWC-er reading this.

Word Count: 394

Zara she/her
Daily, July 2nd
200 words (exactly)

Dear Zara from the future,
Hello!
First things first, I'm assuming nothing crazy has changed in a month, correct? Nothing drastic or life-changing, I mean. If it has, hopefully it's a positive change and not a negative one. Also, how did the chanting competition go? I hope we did good. I'm actually practicing right now. Oh, and how was the trip with our cousins? What did we do? Is our dog still begging to go for walk's?
Never mind. That's obviously a yes.
Also, PLEASE tell me you didn't procrastinate on SWC again! Seriously, it's becoming a real problem! I hope you did at least 1 or 2 weeklies.
How many words are we at?
Alright, almost there.
Did you do any freewrites lately? Did your writing improve at all? Oooh, did you participate in the writing competition this year? How'd you do? I - or we - had a lot of fun writing last year's.
Oh, and maybe you should start working on the leader application if you're interested. It is summer, so it would be the best time to do it. Although, maybe see how active you are this session first.
Good luck in all your future endeavors.

Sincerely,
You

Hi! I'm Zodiac or Zara.
she/her
My timezone is CST, but for the sake of organization, the dates below are as if I am in UTC

Daily, July 2nd
200 words (exactly)

Dear Zara from the future,
Hello!
First things first, I'm assuming nothing crazy has changed in a month, correct? Nothing drastic or life-changing, I mean. If it has, hopefully it's a positive change and not a negative one. Also, how did the chanting competition go? I hope we did good. I'm actually practicing right now. Oh, and how was the trip with our cousins? What did we do? Is our dog still begging to go for walk's?
Never mind. That's obviously a yes.
Also, PLEASE tell me you didn't procrastinate on SWC again! Seriously, it's becoming a real problem! I hope you did at least 1 or 2 weeklies.
How many words are we at?
Alright, almost there.
Did you do any freewrites lately? Did your writing improve at all? Oooh, did you participate in the writing competition this year? How'd you do? I - or we - had a lot of fun writing last year's.
Oh, and maybe you should start working on the leader application if you're interested. It is summer, so it would be the best time to do it. Although, maybe see how active you are this session first.
Good luck in all your future endeavors.

Sincerely,
You

Daily, July 3rd Freewrite (ran out of time to finish)
719 words
WARNING: There are some dark themes in this text, such as uncontrolled rage (really, seriously, uncontrolled), bl00d, and more. You have been warned.

Legs dragging, arms limp, Drasca slowly trudged up the hill. He had been wandering for days with no (real) food and scant water, and covered in scratches, from the wild forest and the beasts that roamed in it. Beasts that could overturn a simple life in a second.
He finally reached the top of the hill, and looking down, a gasp of relief escaped.
Two giant gates stood beyond the hill, the decorative finials reaching up to the sky. A vast wall stretched many miles, every brick perfectly placed, no crack or fault. But what it circled was much greater. The houses were many, small and big, dotting the plots of land. Large farmlands were visible, neat little rows of green. A larger, more ornate building stood in the middle. As he watched, he noticed a dark shape prowling by the wall. A vardskinr, a mindless, vic!ous beast that seeked destruction rather than peace. It jumped, and digging its claws in, began to climb the wall. Drasca wanted to yell a warning, but he couldn't draw attention to himself. A soldier at the top called a warning. At the vardskinr reached the top, a sudden flash of something blue crackled along the wall. It was there and then it was not, dancing back and forth. The vardskinr bellowed in pain and fell from the wall, landing with a thud that shook the ground. The beast got up and tried to limp away, but a horde of soldiers ran through the gates and hit it again and again with the blue fire. ‘Lightning!’ Drasca realized. He had only heard of it in stories. ‘This is the safest place in the world.’

10 years later..
Drasca raised the whip and turned a small dial. Lightning crackled soundlessly, and the beast shrunk with fear. Red filled his vision, and memories flashed through his head. The roaring. The screams. Bl00d everywhere. The whip cracked over and over.
THESE BEASTS K!LLED EVERYONE.
He felt the dial with his thumb, and slowly increased it.
THEY DESERVE ALL THE PAIN IN THE WORLD.
Sweat dripped down his head.
I WILL K!LL EVERY SINGLE ONE.
The red slowly faded, and he lowered the whip. A charred, black body lay in front of him, and he sighed, turning away.
“Again?” Drasca looked up at the disappointed face of his new boss. “Drasca, you need to stop wrecking the bod!es! The fur is very useful material.”
“Sorry, Xen, but I got this job so I could k!ll monsters, not meticulously preserve their bod!es.”
Xen sighed and pushed her glasses up. “You are one of our fastest Liberators.” She turned and headed for the door. “Walk with me.” Drasca followed her out. “You see, ever since the Dark Ages, technology has advanced rapidly. The Shocker Rods were only the beginning. Now we have so much more - the whips you use, bigger houses, larger walls, ” She paused and turned onto a set of stairs. “But we didn't have to evolve. We would have got along easy enough just with our walls. But now -” she said, in an almost pleading tone, "- we can do so much more. We can study these beasts and use there materials to fight them. Their hide is the thickest, their fur the warmest. I know you got this job for revenge,“ she said, placing one hand on a doorknob at the top of the stairs. ”But we need to make sure that what happened you happens to no one else.“
She opened the door and light poured in. Beyond it was a balcony and they both stepped onto it.
Below them, a bustling metropolis lay. Large houses filled the streets. Children were frolicking on the school playground with teacher's standing near the edge. People streamed in and out of the many stores, theaters, and parks. Many bikes and scooters came down the road. And now, a train speeded past them. As Drasca leaned out to watch it, he gasped. There was a giant hole in the wall, messy, as if just blown open.
”What is that!?“ Drasca asked, whirling to face Xen
”That is the starting of a new age.“ Xen placed a hand on his shoulder. ”We are wiping out these monsters, permanently."

Daily 2 for Script (guys I forgot to do the first one)
July 2nd, 291 words.
Hi, future me. I've never written a letter to myself before. Feels kind of weird if you think about it. But anyway, I want to give you an important piece of advice: don't try too hard to be popular. I know we wanted to live a popular life like the “trendy cool girls” online. (No hate to preppies, but i've only ever knew one nice preppy, and she wasn't liking retinol and stuff at a young age, but she was actually kind of normal.) We don't have to act like girls online. Don't be pressured into being popular. Just stay with girls who WONT judge you. I don't have a lot of other stuff to write (this daily is so hard) but since I actually decided to put some effort in this daily, i'm printing this out and hiding it in an old shoebox. I don't want this to just stay in the scratch forums forever. I hope you look back at swc, and think of it with happiness, just hopefully not cringe thoughts. I love scratch, but maybe future you would have “matured” or something. Even though I'm a teen who still uses scratch, because I love the community. Where else do I share my writing? But, I don't know what the future holds right now. Maybe we started a business, maybe we have multiple published books, and maybe we're still a kid writing on this small corner of the internet. And hopefully we are on swim and soccer team and know arabic and russian! And I hope we can finally get an A overall average in math. So, my last words of advice are: Do what you want. Don't do something you don't want to.
From, me from 2024.

July 2 || 204 Words

Dear Future Self,

So it's the end of the month, and that means you either took a chance to meet your goals or you didn't. It's that simple. This is something you wanted to do and even if it's hard so is accomplishing any other goal. So I am tying you to a non-negotiable contract

If you did not finish your goal of 25,000 words of your novel, you have to actually start going to the gym and getting buff. I knowww. That means actually working out and having your brother teach you how to do strength training. 30 minutes a day 5 days a week for the next month. Plus you have to go running and sign up to do a 5K by September 15… and I don't mean one of those wimpy 5K's where you end up walking the whole thing.

Sounds pretty miserable. Luckily, there's a way out.

WORK ON YOUR NOVEL. Have 25,000 words put towards a novel by the end of the month and you won't have to do any of that stuff. Plus I'll be proud of youuu. Also I'll let you get a pair of Converse (or other shoes) for back to school.

Anyways. Get working.

Toodles!

☆ Daily 2 ||| Letter to Myself ☆
Hey Julia!!
You remember me? Beginning of July you? Well shes back and I'm hoping Indont hate you. You better not have died, because I had so much planned. And I swear, if you used all of your money on something stupid– you know better then that hon. Finish your dailies, you owe ur cabin that much. Let's hope your audition went well because heaven knows how bad you wanted that role. If it did, well then one could say I'm proud of you. Bi-fi better have won or at least gotten close to winning because 8th or 7th or whatever it was from last session doesbt cut it. Did you stop being lazy and start editing your freaking novel again?? I REALLY needed you to, you get me? KEEP BEING NICE TO YOUR FRIENDS, NOBODY LIKES A JURK!! Did Mom agree to bring you to that concert? If so, THANKS MOM. If not, welp that's that. Did you write anything decent this month? Hell knows you didnt in march. The world's still spinning and hopefully so are you, keep moving on. Reminder to convince your friends to join SWC in november!!! I'm rooting for ya!
Lots of Judgement,
Julie ☆☆

Daily 2:

Dear future me,
:sigh: I dont know where to start here. There are so many things (so many!) and oh so little time, oh so little words. It's only been a month and I can tell that, by then, so much has changed. I guess, (if I must) I must ration down to around 150 words, as I have already used 50. You see how words fly by, just like time. I know it must feel to you like such a long time ago that you wrote this, yet it must also seem like yesterday. I shall just give you one piece of advice, life is short, before you know it, the world if flashing past, moving on so quickly and leaving you behind. You try to hold on, but it evaporates through your fingers. And just like that, its all gone. Just. G. O. N. E. 4 little words, yet they mean so much. And so my friend, Heed my warning, cherish every moment. Dont waste your life, its YOUR life, and you are the master of your life, dont let anyone take that. Not your family, not your friends, not your mortal enemy (yk who), NO ONE can take that from you. And also, dont take it from yourself.

Your dearest, most trustworthy friend.
Yourself.

PS: Oh yeh, how did the blackpool trip go. What? I couldnt help it?

235 words.

02.07 daily | 283 words | 200 points

Dear my future self,
I hope this message finds you well. Hopefully nothing too drastic has happened during this past month and you’re still doing fine. This is really weird, writing a letter to myself.
Firstly, did you keep up with SWC? It was already difficult to keep up with it even today, for the second daily, so I hope you managed to get… maybe two-thirds of the dailies. And hopefully we’ve done some of the weeklies – yeah, we have a residential trip, and yeah, we have a trip, but surely we can still keep on top of things. Surely we get the word goal though? I mean, we’re already like a quarter of the way there, two days in. Maybe I shouldn’t have set it that low, but I wasn’t expecting to do this well – please tell me that we continue this streak of actually doing stuff this SWC session! Did we start any big projects? And more importantly, have we started any projects which we didn’t abandon in the first five days? If so, great, and I really hope we keep the motivation and/or self-discipline to continue.
Also, have we actually decided whether I’m going to do French or Music next year? Please say yes, because it’s actually really annoying to be laying in bed at night, staring up at the ceiling and debating between the two choices.
And finally, did you actually get in any clarinet practice? I know I’ve been putting it off all the time, but I hope you finally knuckled down.
But hey – if you didn’t get all of that down, don’t worry. You’re doing great. I hope I actually believe that when I read it.

Dear Future Self,
Hey, how's it going? I'm pretty sure you'll look at this by the time SWC is over, in which case I hope it was good, I hope you got closer to your friends and made new ones. I also hope you got more confident and creative as a writer. I'm eager to learn about your progress. Did you get those ideas done that you wanted? Did things work out? Did you return to those old stories of yours? How did they turn out? Did you start any new rps you really like? I hope you're doing well. If you have any questions for me feel free to reply, or just tell yourself internally, that would probably work just fine too. What was your favorite story you wrote? Which was the most well received? What were you most anxious about that didn't turn out to be that bad? Did you become scratchlong friends with anyone new? Let me know your thoughts! Anyways say hi to your pals for me, hope they had fun as well. Make the most of the next month, and make sure you document your word count before it's too late this time! Go team Script!

Best wishes and best of luck,
Chris

(WC 208)

“Write a letter to your future self.”

Name: Krm
Pronouns: She/her
Cabin: Sci-Fi
Always looking for writing advice, recommendations, or people to talk to! :]
Archive: here

Dear Future Self,
How does it feel to be 15? I’d assume it feels no different from 14, which feels no different from 13 or 12. Every birthday, I think back to the short story “Eleven” that was read aloud in fifth grade. Did you think about it this birthday, too? Here’s to hoping your birthday was great.
That feels mildly selfish. Well, moving on—
I hope that SWC was fun! Hopefully you wrote a solid number of words, wrote something you were proud of. Did you begin any of the novel ideas you had previously? In case you’ve forgotten: Pyramus, Faustus and the superhero novel you promised to write. Actually, I promised to write it; though, you’re the one who has to do it. How many Dailies and Weeklies did you get done?
Did you make friends? Did you rediscover old friends? Did you strengthen already close friendships? Hopefully the answer is yet. Maybe write down the names of any new friends you made—you don’t want to accidentally forget their usernames and have to go on a hunt to refind them.
Also, maybe go draw something. Maybe take a walk around the yard. It’s been a bit since you’ve done either.
I hope your July was great, and I hope my July is great. Funnily enough, they seem to be the same thing.
Your Past Self,
Krm

daily 7/1
my future self is gonna cringe so hard reading this lol

Dear future Maia,
HIIII WHAT’S UP? Consider this your boost in motivation for whatever you’re doing right now, you got this <3 How did the session go? I hope it went well haha
Right now I’m a bit demotivated, but I’m working on that… I’m currently crocheting a bunny, I hope I’ve finished it by the time you’re reading this! My goal for this SWC session is to complete at least 1 weekly, 7 dailies, and submit something to the writing contest that I’m proud of. (That last one has yet to be accomplished in past sessions oops) How did co-leading go, was it a dumpster fire or would you apply again? If all goes well you should be reading this thinking dang I was such a bad writer back then… I really hope I improve this session!
Besides SWC my goals are to finish the bunny and make an owl for my friend’s birthday as well as finishing 10 attacks for Artfight (send help one of them has 9 characters), and make some progress on my Python journey! I also need to remember to do Duolingo…a lot.
Right now some songs that I listen to a lot are “Reckless,” “People Watching,” “us.,” and “Fragile” (among many others…) What are you listening to now?
Have you made any progress with the (not) fun friendship thing you’re dealing with right now? I hope you did because it’s not great right now! I believe in you, even if it’s hard it’ll be worth it.
Well that’s it for now, I think! Good luck with school and everything in August! I hope this was a great session,
Current Maia

daily jul 2 429 words

Hi there!
A month isn't that long, but it's long enough that we might have changed quite a bit. It's long enough that a lot of progress could be made. And it's long enough that the summer is now halfway over.
Okay, I'm sorry! I don't mean to bring us down. I want to focus on the positives, and I want to check in with how things have gone.
Have we stuck to our goals? Have we trained most days, despite the heat? Have we improved our handles and our stamina? Are we stronger, able to do exercises that we couldn't before? If we have- great job. I'm proud of us. This summer is the time where we get stronger and more skilled, and we're sticking to the plan. If we haven't been able to? Then as soon as we get back home- get on that grind, brother! Remember what you need to work on. Tackle the skills that you can focus on now- so that as training starts back up, you can fix that broken jump shot.
Yeah, that one's gonna take a lot of work.
But just focus on what we want to do. Watch film, improve our game knowledge. Get our vert up. Practice consistency. Maybe we're not born with talent, and we just have to accept that. But if we work hard, maybe we can make it. Maybe we have a chance.
Have we completed our Trinity? Have we practiced? Remember to practice. Don't dismiss it and put it off until tomorrow. If we love music- and we do- we should strive to improve our skills every day. But please- and I beg us of this- don't think about the others. Don't think about the child prodigies and the kids in our year that are on degree-level pieces. Think of ourselves, and of our personal journey to get better.
And also-
do nothing for a bit.
Take a break.
It's the summer- you don't need to be working every day. Take a day to do nothing. Take an afternoon to play video games four six hours straight. Take a day where you don't look at your phone. We've worked hard all year, putting pressure on ourselves, doing thing after thing after thing. We can afford two months off. We should value it whilst it's here.
Enjoy your summer. Enjoy being in Europe! Enjoy seeing your family and being in new places. Try not to get PTSD from your France trip (and avoid trains…)
It's August now- a whole other month of holiday. Enjoy it!
CD

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♩♬ || flora's table of contents . . .
➼ july 2024
➼ the sinking city (#dystopianftw)
➼ 1272/10k

“close your weary eyes…”
- rises the moon, liana flores

♩♬ || dailies . . .
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➼ 1k introduction ☆ 1016 ☆ 1st july ☆ a rant about thyself written by yours truly
➼ letter to my future self ☆ 256 ☆ 2nd july ☆ to be read after july ‘24 swc
➼ ageing kingdom ☆ (__) ☆ 3rd july ☆ timeline of an ageing kingdom

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➼ timing ☆ (__) ☆ 3rd july - 10th july ☆ ’passage of time', ‘dual timelines’, ‘pacing’, ‘tie it all together’
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“i promise you soon that autumn comes
to darken fading summer skies…”
- rises the moon, liana flores

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