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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (2025)
watermelon and fruit flies - completed story
When summer rolled around, I sank my teeth into sweet watermelon slices every day. Red juice dribbled down my chin, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the taste, and boy, were they perfect. Perfect after a day spent roaming, a day spent swimming, a day spent sleeping. Once, after gulping down too much watermelon, I swallowed a few seeds. Terrified at the idea of a watermelon tree growing in my stomach, I couldn’t eat it for days after. My mum thought it was funny — a way of getting more fruit for free. Now, years later, I can’t eat a watermelon without smiling.
But when I think of summer, I forget about the sweltering heat, the boiling sunburns, the mosquitoes that would bite at night. Loud fans, constantly blowing dry air indoors, and damp clothes sticking to my skin. I forget about the fruit flies flying around the house, swarming the watermelon with greed and hope. Each time, I'd bat them away, protecting my precious fruit from their hungry clutches.
I’m the type of person who tends to romanticize things long gone, trapped in false idealisms of the past — it’s my way of preserving my fleeting memories. I remember the freedom of the blue sky, without the oppression of the humid air. The dreamy days, without the lonely nights. The watermelon, without the fruit flies. Every year, I long to relive the perfect summers from my childhood — the endless days spent riding bikes and sleeping in. But, in doing so, I'm longing for summers that never existed. No matter how hard I tried to forget the flaws, they were always there, like fruit flies rubbing their hands together. I guess, to have a summer without fruit flies would be to not have a summer at all.
I don’t yearn for my past summers because they were perfect; I yearn for them because they were real . The never-ending bugs besieging my house were the epitome of those days, in all its flawed glory. And, try as I might, the juicy watermelon I dream of won’t be the same without the tireless fruit flies circling around it.
So, this summer, I won’t be chasing old fantasies. Instead, I’ll be creating new ones.
thank you so much to angie for the original title, i love it so much. and, i'd like to thank bea for being such an amazing friend and encouraging me when i was finishing. thank you <333I always thought of summer as long days and short nights. Waking up with the sun, sleeping under the stars. The smell of freedom, tall grass, flowing hills. Rough towels draped over our backs, cicadas chirping through lazy afternoons. Summer was when days were carefree; those days, the only thing that mattered was nothing .
When summer rolled around, I sank my teeth into sweet watermelon slices every day. Red juice dribbled down my chin, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the taste, and boy, were they perfect. Perfect after a day spent roaming, a day spent swimming, a day spent sleeping. Once, after gulping down too much watermelon, I swallowed a few seeds. Terrified at the idea of a watermelon tree growing in my stomach, I couldn’t eat it for days after. My mum thought it was funny — a way of getting more fruit for free. Now, years later, I can’t eat a watermelon without smiling.
But when I think of summer, I forget about the sweltering heat, the boiling sunburns, the mosquitoes that would bite at night. Loud fans, constantly blowing dry air indoors, and damp clothes sticking to my skin. I forget about the fruit flies flying around the house, swarming the watermelon with greed and hope. Each time, I'd bat them away, protecting my precious fruit from their hungry clutches.
I’m the type of person who tends to romanticize things long gone, trapped in false idealisms of the past — it’s my way of preserving my fleeting memories. I remember the freedom of the blue sky, without the oppression of the humid air. The dreamy days, without the lonely nights. The watermelon, without the fruit flies. Every year, I long to relive the perfect summers from my childhood — the endless days spent riding bikes and sleeping in. But, in doing so, I'm longing for summers that never existed. No matter how hard I tried to forget the flaws, they were always there, like fruit flies rubbing their hands together. I guess, to have a summer without fruit flies would be to not have a summer at all.
I don’t yearn for my past summers because they were perfect; I yearn for them because they were real . The never-ending bugs besieging my house were the epitome of those days, in all its flawed glory. And, try as I might, the juicy watermelon I dream of won’t be the same without the tireless fruit flies circling around it.
So, this summer, I won’t be chasing old fantasies. Instead, I’ll be creating new ones.
Last edited by CleverComment (Dec. 30, 2025 19:17:21)
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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (2025)
model girlfriend - revised version
this is pretty much the same as the original, but i made a few minor changes to sentences! i also added a few sentences to the ending, now that i'm not constrained by a word count. :D
Steven was lonely – very lonely. Lying in his messy bed, he felt completely and utterly alone.
He shouldn’t be; living in New York City, he was constantly surrounded by millions of lights, lives, and limousines. Yet, being near so many people made Steven feel like a loner. There he was, at midnight, in his small apartment, scrolling on his cracked phone.
Life was supposed to get better after college, that’s what they all told him. But, one year after graduating, Steven felt disappointed, let-down – his life was a movie that didn’t meet his expectations. Everyday felt the same – no, everyday was the same. A mindless routine, an endless train going in circles. Steven yearned for something different, something that would bring flavor to his life.
He had no roommates, and his family lived on the other side of the country. Most importantly, Steven didn’t have a partner. His parents were already married at his age – 24 – and he was still single. Stanley, his best friend, was already planning a proposal to his girlfriend. Steven hadn’t even had his first kiss yet!
Of course, he’d tried dating apps: Timber, Bumble, Hinge, to name a few. He’d been on a few dates, but none of them had worked out. In fact, he’d had one earlier today. The girl, Emily – or Emma? –, had walked away as soon as Steven paid the bill. When he tried to text her, he found that she had blocked him.
At that time, he had to resist the urge to throw his phone. Now, with the dark vulnerability of the night, he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his heart. With every passing day, the hole in his heart grew wider; Steven needed someone in his life, otherwise who would he be?
I guess this is my life now. He let out a small chuckle, but there was truth in his statement. Sighing, Steven turned back to the addictive comfort of his phone.
To an onlooker, it was a sorrowful sight. White bedsheets covered his body, blue light revealing his drooping features: squinted eyes, disheveled blond hair. Of course, he didn’t want to continue – but he didn’t want to stop, either. Waves of endless shorts consumed his mind: the same screaming, sped-up song; the same content creators faking their lives for views. It was horrible, and fascinating.
Steven’s thumb swiped up, and he dully watched a Tiktoker, hair resembling a bird’s nest, describe his hot girlfriend. Urgh. Not this again. He began to swipe, but then the Tiktoker said something – “Find yours with this link!”.
Steven’s thumb stopped. Find yours?
He furrowed his brows and let the TikTok play. “I’ve always wanted a girlfriend,” bird’s nest said. “But, thanks to BANG, my dreams became my reality! You, yes, you” – he pointed at the camera – “can do the same. With a 100% match rate, find yours with this link!”
Watching in subdued wonder, Steven dared to hope. Was this the chance? Can I finally find love?
It seemed as if the universe had given a sign – a sign that could not be ignored. Steven clicked on the link and was instantly transferred to a webpage. A sleek, monochromatic design emphasized the company’s name, BANG. Then, scrolling down, Steven saw the words “Find Your Ideal Girlfriend”. Interesting…
First off, he’d love a partner with blonde hair and blue eyes, just like him. In fact, he always liked girls with long and wavy hair, going down past their shoulders – Steven made sure to specify that.
When he reached the nationality section, he paused. Obviously, he was American. But, did he want an American girlfriend? Maybe she could come from an exotic country? Steven always fancied Swedish girls – Korean ones, too… After a few moments, he settled on “British”; it was the perfect balance between familiar and foreign. Besides, British accents are hot.
The last section asked for his ideal girlfriend’s name. What kind of question is that? He thought for a minute, then left it blank.
Finally, he was done. But before he could submit, Steven was greeted with a “Pay Now” page. Urgh. Of course. All good things come with a price, literally. His strained eyes glanced at the cost, a whopping $499.99. His eyes widened – for a moment, he was unsure. Could this sketchy website even find a girl nearby that met his requirements?
But, he really wanted – no, needed – a girlfriend. Nothing could stop the price of love, and so, Steven paid the bill – after all, you only live once.
He looked through the windows of his empty apartment, distant skyscrapers gleaming in the night. Will this be it?
Steven’s eyes suddenly darted to the time: 3:06 a.m. Yikes. He put his phone away and settled into a comfortable position. Please, please work. And with that, he closed his eyes.
In the city that never sleeps, Steven slept.
~
When Steven awoke, the city was in full swing. At its zenith in the blue sky, the sun was the disco ball, brightening the party below. A cacophony of car honks, conducted by traffic lights, was the music. Pedestrians navigated the dance floor, seeking shade to avoid the sweltering heat.
It was noon, and it was noon in the city.
Steven rubbed his eyes. For some reason, his pillow was on the floor, and he had rotated to the other side of his bed. Sitting up, the events of the night came back in vivid detail. He winced – did I really spend $500 to find another girlfriend? It was too early to contemplate his decisions, so he got out of bed.
Steven had a quick breakfast, then sat back on the mattress – he never really had anything to do on weekends. Stanley’s visiting tonight , he thought. At least I’ll have something to look forward to .
In the meantime, should he go grocery shopping? Or stay indoors, with the A/C? Before he could decide, a firm knock came from the door.
That’s weird – Stanley wasn’t due for a few hours. Steven walked to the door, a whole three steps from his bed, and opened it.
Standing outside his door was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She wasn’t just pretty, no – she was drop-dead gorgeous. With her long lashes and slightly puffy lips, she was an angel, descending from heaven. To top it off, the woman bore a striking resemblance to Steven’s preferences: luscious blonde hair – going down below her shoulders – and electric blue eyes.
Steven stood in shock; it wasn’t everyday that he was greeted by a literal angel outside his door. After a few moments, he mustered up the courage to speak. “Hi,” he said, then winced – someone help me .
The woman smiled, and Steven’s world lit up. “Hello, is this Steven?” she asked, traces of a British accent present.
He put his hands in his pockets, trying to appear unbothered. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replied, then paused. “How did you know?”
She nodded, and Steven wondered how she made the smallest things look so perfect. “We matched on BANG yesterday, and I wanted to get to know you better.”
“Oh,” said Steven. He looked her up and down. “Wow, you look exactly like who I wanted my girlfriend to be,” he said casually.
She winked. “And you look like my perfect boyfriend,” she smirked. “My name is Aimee, pleased to meet you.”
Steven’s head was still wrapped around the “perfect boyfriend” part, but he grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. “So,” he gestured back, “do you want to come in?”
Aimee’s electric blue eyes glanced at the apartment. “I never thought you would inquire.” The hint of a smile played on her lips. “Care to lead me in?”
Oh my gosh – she had extended her hand out. He gave a wobbly smile. “Sure,” he said. Steven reached his hand out, and hesitated. He looked down and met Aimee’s expectant gaze; then, after a split second, he took her hand.
It was silky smooth, so smooth that he could melt in it. Her touch was a dove’s feather, and for a moment, he could feel nothing else. Then, gently holding her hand, Steven led Aimee into the apartment.
His studio apartment was in rough condition: his disheveled bed, the remains of his breakfast in the sink, his clothes strewn on the wooden floor. “Sorry,” he said, turning around to face her. “It usually doesn’t look like this.” Hopefully she believes me.
Aimee laughed, a bubbling sound that made Steven forget his doubts. “Do not worry, I have seen much worse.” She squeezed his hand, and his heart gave a little jolt.
The only available space in the apartment was Steven’s unmade bed, so they sat at its edge. Just a few hours ago, I was scrolling here in the dead of night. Now, he was holding hands with the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. His bed, once a painful reminder of his loneliness, was now where he sat with his lover.
Steven looked at Aimee’s perfect face, then flinched. Her eyes, now inches away, were strikingly blue. It was almost unnatural, the intensity of her electric gaze – too rich to be real. And, when she was staring at him, it seemed as if her pupils were constantly twitching, ever so slightly.
He blinked, and the moment ended. “Stevie,” Aimee said, placing her hand on his shoulder. “May I call you Stevie?”
Suddenly, Steven couldn’t imagine being called anything else. “Yes,” he grinned. “Yes, you can.”
She smiled back at him. “Stevie,” she repeated. “It is so nice to finally meet you. I have been waiting for this moment.”
Steven broke eye contact and looked around his small apartment. “I never thought this would happen.” He turned to his thoughts. This is what my life can be. He had found her, Aimee, the love of his life. The girl he trusted, the girl he loved, the girl he would spend the rest of his life with.
His girlfriend .
The whir of the air conditioner brought Steven back to reality. Aimee was inches away, tucking her blonde hair under her ear. He moved his hand tentatively to her side, and was greeted by a smile. Was this going to be it?
Aimee leaned towards him, her exhales on his face. His heart pumped rapidly, and he could feel his breaths grow shallow. Closing his eyes, Steven slowly leaned towards his girlfriend, blood rushing, mind racing. And, just like that, it happened.
For a moment, he felt nothing. Silence, and darkness. Then, all at once, a violent rush went to his head. He felt a thousand wildfires, a thousand fireworks, a thousand burning stars. This is really happening. Steven was exuberant.
Out of nowhere, a metallic taste entered his mouth. He felt as if he was biting down on an old, rusted coin; it was horrible. Steven instantly pulled away, coughing. And, just like that, it was over.
Aimee glanced at him, patting his back with her silky smooth hand. “Would you like me to assist you?”
A bitter aftertaste remained; it was almost as if there was metal in Aimee’s mouth when they had kissed. “No,” he said. The memory of his exuberance resurfaced, and Steven beamed. “Wow, I can’t believe we just did that.”
She winked, then rose, taking her hands off his shoulder. “I think I have overstayed my welcome,” Aimee said. Hand on the doorknob, she smiled at him. “See you soon, Stevie.” In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
Sitting on his bed, Steven was alone for the second time that day. But, this time, he wasn’t truly alone. His life was bursting with millions of possibilities, all of them involving her: his model girlfriend.
Yet, for a moment, it seemed like the encounter was too good to be true – how did she, out of all people, choose him? Steven shook the thought aside: he had got what he wanted, and it was time to face his new reality. I have a girlfriend. Grinning, he laid back in his messy bed.
Steven was no longer lonely; he was in love.
this is pretty much the same as the original, but i made a few minor changes to sentences! i also added a few sentences to the ending, now that i'm not constrained by a word count. :D
Steven was lonely – very lonely. Lying in his messy bed, he felt completely and utterly alone.
He shouldn’t be; living in New York City, he was constantly surrounded by millions of lights, lives, and limousines. Yet, being near so many people made Steven feel like a loner. There he was, at midnight, in his small apartment, scrolling on his cracked phone.
Life was supposed to get better after college, that’s what they all told him. But, one year after graduating, Steven felt disappointed, let-down – his life was a movie that didn’t meet his expectations. Everyday felt the same – no, everyday was the same. A mindless routine, an endless train going in circles. Steven yearned for something different, something that would bring flavor to his life.
He had no roommates, and his family lived on the other side of the country. Most importantly, Steven didn’t have a partner. His parents were already married at his age – 24 – and he was still single. Stanley, his best friend, was already planning a proposal to his girlfriend. Steven hadn’t even had his first kiss yet!
Of course, he’d tried dating apps: Timber, Bumble, Hinge, to name a few. He’d been on a few dates, but none of them had worked out. In fact, he’d had one earlier today. The girl, Emily – or Emma? –, had walked away as soon as Steven paid the bill. When he tried to text her, he found that she had blocked him.
At that time, he had to resist the urge to throw his phone. Now, with the dark vulnerability of the night, he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his heart. With every passing day, the hole in his heart grew wider; Steven needed someone in his life, otherwise who would he be?
I guess this is my life now. He let out a small chuckle, but there was truth in his statement. Sighing, Steven turned back to the addictive comfort of his phone.
To an onlooker, it was a sorrowful sight. White bedsheets covered his body, blue light revealing his drooping features: squinted eyes, disheveled blond hair. Of course, he didn’t want to continue – but he didn’t want to stop, either. Waves of endless shorts consumed his mind: the same screaming, sped-up song; the same content creators faking their lives for views. It was horrible, and fascinating.
Steven’s thumb swiped up, and he dully watched a Tiktoker, hair resembling a bird’s nest, describe his hot girlfriend. Urgh. Not this again. He began to swipe, but then the Tiktoker said something – “Find yours with this link!”.
Steven’s thumb stopped. Find yours?
He furrowed his brows and let the TikTok play. “I’ve always wanted a girlfriend,” bird’s nest said. “But, thanks to BANG, my dreams became my reality! You, yes, you” – he pointed at the camera – “can do the same. With a 100% match rate, find yours with this link!”
Watching in subdued wonder, Steven dared to hope. Was this the chance? Can I finally find love?
It seemed as if the universe had given a sign – a sign that could not be ignored. Steven clicked on the link and was instantly transferred to a webpage. A sleek, monochromatic design emphasized the company’s name, BANG. Then, scrolling down, Steven saw the words “Find Your Ideal Girlfriend”. Interesting…
First off, he’d love a partner with blonde hair and blue eyes, just like him. In fact, he always liked girls with long and wavy hair, going down past their shoulders – Steven made sure to specify that.
When he reached the nationality section, he paused. Obviously, he was American. But, did he want an American girlfriend? Maybe she could come from an exotic country? Steven always fancied Swedish girls – Korean ones, too… After a few moments, he settled on “British”; it was the perfect balance between familiar and foreign. Besides, British accents are hot.
The last section asked for his ideal girlfriend’s name. What kind of question is that? He thought for a minute, then left it blank.
Finally, he was done. But before he could submit, Steven was greeted with a “Pay Now” page. Urgh. Of course. All good things come with a price, literally. His strained eyes glanced at the cost, a whopping $499.99. His eyes widened – for a moment, he was unsure. Could this sketchy website even find a girl nearby that met his requirements?
But, he really wanted – no, needed – a girlfriend. Nothing could stop the price of love, and so, Steven paid the bill – after all, you only live once.
He looked through the windows of his empty apartment, distant skyscrapers gleaming in the night. Will this be it?
Steven’s eyes suddenly darted to the time: 3:06 a.m. Yikes. He put his phone away and settled into a comfortable position. Please, please work. And with that, he closed his eyes.
In the city that never sleeps, Steven slept.
~
When Steven awoke, the city was in full swing. At its zenith in the blue sky, the sun was the disco ball, brightening the party below. A cacophony of car honks, conducted by traffic lights, was the music. Pedestrians navigated the dance floor, seeking shade to avoid the sweltering heat.
It was noon, and it was noon in the city.
Steven rubbed his eyes. For some reason, his pillow was on the floor, and he had rotated to the other side of his bed. Sitting up, the events of the night came back in vivid detail. He winced – did I really spend $500 to find another girlfriend? It was too early to contemplate his decisions, so he got out of bed.
Steven had a quick breakfast, then sat back on the mattress – he never really had anything to do on weekends. Stanley’s visiting tonight , he thought. At least I’ll have something to look forward to .
In the meantime, should he go grocery shopping? Or stay indoors, with the A/C? Before he could decide, a firm knock came from the door.
That’s weird – Stanley wasn’t due for a few hours. Steven walked to the door, a whole three steps from his bed, and opened it.
Standing outside his door was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She wasn’t just pretty, no – she was drop-dead gorgeous. With her long lashes and slightly puffy lips, she was an angel, descending from heaven. To top it off, the woman bore a striking resemblance to Steven’s preferences: luscious blonde hair – going down below her shoulders – and electric blue eyes.
Steven stood in shock; it wasn’t everyday that he was greeted by a literal angel outside his door. After a few moments, he mustered up the courage to speak. “Hi,” he said, then winced – someone help me .
The woman smiled, and Steven’s world lit up. “Hello, is this Steven?” she asked, traces of a British accent present.
He put his hands in his pockets, trying to appear unbothered. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replied, then paused. “How did you know?”
She nodded, and Steven wondered how she made the smallest things look so perfect. “We matched on BANG yesterday, and I wanted to get to know you better.”
“Oh,” said Steven. He looked her up and down. “Wow, you look exactly like who I wanted my girlfriend to be,” he said casually.
She winked. “And you look like my perfect boyfriend,” she smirked. “My name is Aimee, pleased to meet you.”
Steven’s head was still wrapped around the “perfect boyfriend” part, but he grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. “So,” he gestured back, “do you want to come in?”
Aimee’s electric blue eyes glanced at the apartment. “I never thought you would inquire.” The hint of a smile played on her lips. “Care to lead me in?”
Oh my gosh – she had extended her hand out. He gave a wobbly smile. “Sure,” he said. Steven reached his hand out, and hesitated. He looked down and met Aimee’s expectant gaze; then, after a split second, he took her hand.
It was silky smooth, so smooth that he could melt in it. Her touch was a dove’s feather, and for a moment, he could feel nothing else. Then, gently holding her hand, Steven led Aimee into the apartment.
His studio apartment was in rough condition: his disheveled bed, the remains of his breakfast in the sink, his clothes strewn on the wooden floor. “Sorry,” he said, turning around to face her. “It usually doesn’t look like this.” Hopefully she believes me.
Aimee laughed, a bubbling sound that made Steven forget his doubts. “Do not worry, I have seen much worse.” She squeezed his hand, and his heart gave a little jolt.
The only available space in the apartment was Steven’s unmade bed, so they sat at its edge. Just a few hours ago, I was scrolling here in the dead of night. Now, he was holding hands with the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. His bed, once a painful reminder of his loneliness, was now where he sat with his lover.
Steven looked at Aimee’s perfect face, then flinched. Her eyes, now inches away, were strikingly blue. It was almost unnatural, the intensity of her electric gaze – too rich to be real. And, when she was staring at him, it seemed as if her pupils were constantly twitching, ever so slightly.
He blinked, and the moment ended. “Stevie,” Aimee said, placing her hand on his shoulder. “May I call you Stevie?”
Suddenly, Steven couldn’t imagine being called anything else. “Yes,” he grinned. “Yes, you can.”
She smiled back at him. “Stevie,” she repeated. “It is so nice to finally meet you. I have been waiting for this moment.”
Steven broke eye contact and looked around his small apartment. “I never thought this would happen.” He turned to his thoughts. This is what my life can be. He had found her, Aimee, the love of his life. The girl he trusted, the girl he loved, the girl he would spend the rest of his life with.
His girlfriend .
The whir of the air conditioner brought Steven back to reality. Aimee was inches away, tucking her blonde hair under her ear. He moved his hand tentatively to her side, and was greeted by a smile. Was this going to be it?
Aimee leaned towards him, her exhales on his face. His heart pumped rapidly, and he could feel his breaths grow shallow. Closing his eyes, Steven slowly leaned towards his girlfriend, blood rushing, mind racing. And, just like that, it happened.
For a moment, he felt nothing. Silence, and darkness. Then, all at once, a violent rush went to his head. He felt a thousand wildfires, a thousand fireworks, a thousand burning stars. This is really happening. Steven was exuberant.
Out of nowhere, a metallic taste entered his mouth. He felt as if he was biting down on an old, rusted coin; it was horrible. Steven instantly pulled away, coughing. And, just like that, it was over.
Aimee glanced at him, patting his back with her silky smooth hand. “Would you like me to assist you?”
A bitter aftertaste remained; it was almost as if there was metal in Aimee’s mouth when they had kissed. “No,” he said. The memory of his exuberance resurfaced, and Steven beamed. “Wow, I can’t believe we just did that.”
She winked, then rose, taking her hands off his shoulder. “I think I have overstayed my welcome,” Aimee said. Hand on the doorknob, she smiled at him. “See you soon, Stevie.” In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
Sitting on his bed, Steven was alone for the second time that day. But, this time, he wasn’t truly alone. His life was bursting with millions of possibilities, all of them involving her: his model girlfriend.
Yet, for a moment, it seemed like the encounter was too good to be true – how did she, out of all people, choose him? Steven shook the thought aside: he had got what he wanted, and it was time to face his new reality. I have a girlfriend. Grinning, he laid back in his messy bed.
Steven was no longer lonely; he was in love.
Last edited by CleverComment (Dec. 13, 2025 15:24:48)
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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (2025)
He watches the candlelight flicker, the flames dancing in the shadows, the two candles providing a small respite from the empty room. In the tall mirror facing the table, Henry can see himself, sunken brown eyes, beanie covering his brown hair. The candles are the only thing illuminating his face, the rest of his body hidden in the void.
Henry hears the stillness in the room, interrupted only the faint crackling of the two candles and the slow beating of his heart. He looks down: the candles are place haphazardly on a vanilla cupcake, his favorite flavor. (He had forgot to peel the wrapper off.) He takes a small breath and closes his eyes, and the room goes dark.
What to wish for? There are a million things that he wants. But, searching through his mind, one wish comes in striking certainty. And he knows, deep in his heart, this is what he wants. Henry opens his eyes, and the light comes back. He inhales slowly, pauses, and sighs. The candles keep flickering. He tries again, breathing in as much as he can; his wish is all he can think of, and with it, blows the candles out. There is a small moment when the flames try to resist the gusts, but they ultimately give up. Henry’s eyes are open, but this time, the room truly goes dark.
He is turning 20. His life has yet to begin. This was the start of a new decade, a new chapter in his life. But, on his 20th birthday, he has one wish. Henry Cavalier wishes to die.
Henry hears the stillness in the room, interrupted only the faint crackling of the two candles and the slow beating of his heart. He looks down: the candles are place haphazardly on a vanilla cupcake, his favorite flavor. (He had forgot to peel the wrapper off.) He takes a small breath and closes his eyes, and the room goes dark.
What to wish for? There are a million things that he wants. But, searching through his mind, one wish comes in striking certainty. And he knows, deep in his heart, this is what he wants. Henry opens his eyes, and the light comes back. He inhales slowly, pauses, and sighs. The candles keep flickering. He tries again, breathing in as much as he can; his wish is all he can think of, and with it, blows the candles out. There is a small moment when the flames try to resist the gusts, but they ultimately give up. Henry’s eyes are open, but this time, the room truly goes dark.
He is turning 20. His life has yet to begin. This was the start of a new decade, a new chapter in his life. But, on his 20th birthday, he has one wish. Henry Cavalier wishes to die.
Last edited by CleverComment (Dec. 30, 2025 18:52:03)
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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (2025)
SCRIPT: THE THINGS THAT WE APPRECIATE IN THE BACK OF OUR MINDS
note: i wrote this in august
Act I, Scene I
Scene pans to show (Nora) and (Sammy) sitting at a table in an old diner. (Nora) is eating a plateful of blueberry pancakes with butter. (Sammy) is eating an English breakfast, consisting of fried eggs, beans on toast, and sausages. The diner is busy, and a waitress nearby cleans an empty table.
(Nora): Yum, this is amazing. We need to go here more often, Sammy.
(Sammy): That's so true, it’s been so long since I’ve gone out to eat. English breakfast slaps.
The two girls continue eating their breakfast comfortably.
(Sammy): I’m glad you’ve got the chance to visit. California is such an amazing place; you should definitely come more often!
(Nora): You’re right! It’s so nice here. Can we visit some of the beaches after breakfast?
(Sammy): Ooh, yes. I know a place.
(Sammy) winks.
(Nora), laughing: Sounds great. Though you’re probably sick of visiting the beaches everyday this summer.
(Sammy), shaking her head: You’d be surprised! I haven’t been in a few months.
(Nora), shocked: You’re telling me you don’t go to the beach everyday? It’s summer! And it’s California! It’s perfect!
(Nora) is waving her hands around the table, and (Sammy) is laughing.
(Sammy): That’s so true, I should. But life gets busy.
(Nora): But still, why don’t you go on like weekends or something?
(Sammy), shrugging: I don’t know, I just never felt like it.
The two continue eating their breakfast.
(Waitress) enters and approaches the table.
(Waitress): Hey y’all! How’s the breakfast going? Anything you need?
(Nora), smiling: It’s amazing! Thank you.
(Waitress), beaming: I’ll send your compliments to the chef. Enjoy!
(Waitress) exits.
(Sammy): I feel like I’ve been so used to the beaches that I’ve never thought of them as special.
(Nora), confused: Sorry, what were we talking about again?
(Sammy), cheeks turning red: We were talking about how I never visit the Californian beaches.
(Nora): Ohh, that’s right. My bad. Keep going.
(Nora) puts her fork and knife down.
(Sammy): Um. As I was saying, I don’t visit the beaches because I’ve been here for a really long time.
(Nora) nods, twiddling her thumbs.
(Sammy): When I first moved here, I went to the beaches a lot. There was something so cool about them: the splashing waves, the hot sun, the cool wind. Of course, because we both grew up in Idaho, beaches were especially fun for me.
(Nora), smiling: Definitely.
(Sammy): But now, I’ve lived here for almost five years. The beaches, which were at first so special to me, became something I’m used to.
(Nora): Yeah, that makes sense. It’s like when I got a new toy, I’d stop playing with it after a few days.
(Sammy), nodding: Exactly! The only thing that made it cool was the fact that it was new. Now, the beaches have become old for me.
(Nora): But why don’t you visit every once in a while? The beaches are so beautiful, and there’s so much you can do!
(Sammy): That’s so true. I’m not sure, though. It’s kind of been in the back of my mind.
(Nora): Well, we’ll be visiting today, so that’ll be amazing.
(Sammy), smiling: That’s right. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to experience the beach again, like it’s the first time.
(Nora), smiling with (Sammy): Maybe experiencing it in the eyes of someone new can change it for you.
(Sammy), mysteriously: We’ll see.
(Waitress) enters and approaches the table.
(Waitress): Hey y’all! All set?
(Nora): You betcha!
(Waitress), clearing the table: I’ll be back with the check soon.
(Nora): Sounds great! It’ll be on me.
(Waitress) exits.
(Sammy): You didn’t have to do that.
(Nora): I know.
(Sammy), smiling: You’re the best. Boba’s on me, though.
(Nora), beaming: Bet.
Scene slowly fades; (Nora) and (Sammy) exit.
note: i wrote this in august
Act I, Scene I
Scene pans to show (Nora) and (Sammy) sitting at a table in an old diner. (Nora) is eating a plateful of blueberry pancakes with butter. (Sammy) is eating an English breakfast, consisting of fried eggs, beans on toast, and sausages. The diner is busy, and a waitress nearby cleans an empty table.
(Nora): Yum, this is amazing. We need to go here more often, Sammy.
(Sammy): That's so true, it’s been so long since I’ve gone out to eat. English breakfast slaps.
The two girls continue eating their breakfast comfortably.
(Sammy): I’m glad you’ve got the chance to visit. California is such an amazing place; you should definitely come more often!
(Nora): You’re right! It’s so nice here. Can we visit some of the beaches after breakfast?
(Sammy): Ooh, yes. I know a place.
(Sammy) winks.
(Nora), laughing: Sounds great. Though you’re probably sick of visiting the beaches everyday this summer.
(Sammy), shaking her head: You’d be surprised! I haven’t been in a few months.
(Nora), shocked: You’re telling me you don’t go to the beach everyday? It’s summer! And it’s California! It’s perfect!
(Nora) is waving her hands around the table, and (Sammy) is laughing.
(Sammy): That’s so true, I should. But life gets busy.
(Nora): But still, why don’t you go on like weekends or something?
(Sammy), shrugging: I don’t know, I just never felt like it.
The two continue eating their breakfast.
(Waitress) enters and approaches the table.
(Waitress): Hey y’all! How’s the breakfast going? Anything you need?
(Nora), smiling: It’s amazing! Thank you.
(Waitress), beaming: I’ll send your compliments to the chef. Enjoy!
(Waitress) exits.
(Sammy): I feel like I’ve been so used to the beaches that I’ve never thought of them as special.
(Nora), confused: Sorry, what were we talking about again?
(Sammy), cheeks turning red: We were talking about how I never visit the Californian beaches.
(Nora): Ohh, that’s right. My bad. Keep going.
(Nora) puts her fork and knife down.
(Sammy): Um. As I was saying, I don’t visit the beaches because I’ve been here for a really long time.
(Nora) nods, twiddling her thumbs.
(Sammy): When I first moved here, I went to the beaches a lot. There was something so cool about them: the splashing waves, the hot sun, the cool wind. Of course, because we both grew up in Idaho, beaches were especially fun for me.
(Nora), smiling: Definitely.
(Sammy): But now, I’ve lived here for almost five years. The beaches, which were at first so special to me, became something I’m used to.
(Nora): Yeah, that makes sense. It’s like when I got a new toy, I’d stop playing with it after a few days.
(Sammy), nodding: Exactly! The only thing that made it cool was the fact that it was new. Now, the beaches have become old for me.
(Nora): But why don’t you visit every once in a while? The beaches are so beautiful, and there’s so much you can do!
(Sammy): That’s so true. I’m not sure, though. It’s kind of been in the back of my mind.
(Nora): Well, we’ll be visiting today, so that’ll be amazing.
(Sammy), smiling: That’s right. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to experience the beach again, like it’s the first time.
(Nora), smiling with (Sammy): Maybe experiencing it in the eyes of someone new can change it for you.
(Sammy), mysteriously: We’ll see.
(Waitress) enters and approaches the table.
(Waitress): Hey y’all! All set?
(Nora): You betcha!
(Waitress), clearing the table: I’ll be back with the check soon.
(Nora): Sounds great! It’ll be on me.
(Waitress) exits.
(Sammy): You didn’t have to do that.
(Nora): I know.
(Sammy), smiling: You’re the best. Boba’s on me, though.
(Nora), beaming: Bet.
Scene slowly fades; (Nora) and (Sammy) exit.
Last edited by CleverComment (Dec. 31, 2025 05:03:28)
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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (2025)
2025 writing thread wrap-up
woohoo, another year is over; woah :0 i'm not going to write so much because i don't want to get overly sentimental, but this year actually passed by so fast (yes, i say this every year). but i feel like, writing-wise, i made so much improvements and i feel really proud of myself. i wrote a bunch of pieces i'm really really proud of, and i think i'll like back to this year many times with fondness, each time discovering something new. so, goodbye 2025. and, we can only see what 2026 holds. i'm feeling very optimistic about 2026, and i have a good feeling about it. see you in the next writing thread!!
woohoo, another year is over; woah :0 i'm not going to write so much because i don't want to get overly sentimental, but this year actually passed by so fast (yes, i say this every year). but i feel like, writing-wise, i made so much improvements and i feel really proud of myself. i wrote a bunch of pieces i'm really really proud of, and i think i'll like back to this year many times with fondness, each time discovering something new. so, goodbye 2025. and, we can only see what 2026 holds. i'm feeling very optimistic about 2026, and i have a good feeling about it. see you in the next writing thread!!
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