Young Writers Society

Is that a song or a poem?

perhaps both

it was meant to be a poem + random stuff at the end, but in hindsight it looks a bit like a song

Upon rolling hills and in the nooks and crannies of the mightiest valleys stand castles new old. Some weather and others rough with new rock. The valley per say is Actunhowstwien and is available for a clean cut of 500-2 million points.

I don't know what's happening. Are we still eliminating spunky?

I like them. That wouldn´t be nice.

500-2 million points?

Try to reach that amount of points. I don´t think anybody has over half a million points.

oofta that is many points. I sometimes wonder how many points I would have had if I had saved them haha when I was younger I would actively donate and/or gift away all of my points to literally force myself to keep reviewing if I wanted to post anything. And so I have done many more reviews than points I currently have and am curious what my lifetime total has actually been haha

I´m just like Scrooge McDuck. Just stingy.

Hahah no shame in that! We haven't had a big push to gift away your points since you've been here, as far as I recall. When I was Young we used to do a "Christmas In July" challenge where the competition was to gift the most presents of anyone -- so a lot of us would gift away literally all of our points in like a single weekend haha I think I participated in that twice? Three times? So, yeah... hahah these days I hoarde

I sometimes give gifts away, they aren´t expensive, and the pics look funny.

They do! Now I want to go give gifts haha

Gifts are more valuable when you have a purpose for them. Or just give all possible gifts to some random people. xD

Haha, yes although highkey this convo made me go back and look at my gifts records and it gave me big nostalgia of who I used to be friends with back when Christmas In July shenanigans were in full force haha like "aww I miss ___" by looking at the gifts, which is a nice gift in and of itself.

Oh, that´s nice and sad. But you have the memories that are nice to have in times of sorrow.
I don't want it to sound so sad now.