ScratchMarioMan64 wrote:

Reine_Regina wrote:

I might have autism… I've taken online tests that say I do and me and my parents have discussed seeing a professional but I don't want to because I'm afraid of the results.

Don't be afraid of the results. Having autism may be better than not

thx btw I'm on the third level ( if was a video game i will happy but cuz i what i what to be fames im not so happy on the third level.)

good new ma peeps i almost finished my first book! any way new OC i made.
name: red dragon ( is this copyright?)
looks: long black slicky hair, dark blue eyes, red dress with some white in the dress.
powers: can turn into a red dragon with white horns and a long spiky tail. ( i think that's copyright?)
over: she lives on a bout ( don`t ask why.)
hate: over peeps with the same powers ( she what`s to be the only one.) and veggies
loves: meat, some humans and books ( becuze everyone loves books!)
what do you guys think?

petme wrote:

good new ma peeps i almost finished my first book! any way new OC i made.
name: red dragon ( is this copyright?)
looks: long black slicky hair, dark blue eyes, red dress with some white in the dress.
powers: can turn into a red dragon with white horns and a long spiky tail. ( i think that's copyright?)
over: she lives on a bout ( don`t ask why.)
hate: over peeps with the same powers ( she what`s to be the only one.) and veggies
loves: meat, some humans and books ( becuze everyone loves books!)
what do you guys think?

Sounds interesting! If you write it on the computer, I would suggest looking over it for spelling errors and sentence mistakes. I know I have a ton and you want readers to understand your writing.

So I'm having trouble sticking to one topic. I mean it's not like I can't, I wrote a book. But I have a daily word goal and find it difficult to stay on one story. Should I start writing the second book of the series? I mean it feels weird to do that while I'm getting the first one edited. Should I just give up on a daily word goal and focus on the book I finished? Idk but I really want to work on improving my writing and work on my completed book.

Hi! I wrote a short story a while ago and I MAY enter it in a contest or two, so feedback is appreciated! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/354797/?page=1#post-3589536

Here are two characters I have for my story so far:

Alexander - Fox person species - Male - Fuchsia color
He's an aspiring programmer. Loves to develop stuff such as games. Also kind of an artist. He's incredibly lazy and is usually being useless and playing games all day.

Alex - Lizard person species - Female - Green color
She was taken in by Alexander's parents while she was still an egg. She's slightly younger than Alexander. She loves to write stories and build on her expansive world.

This place is so inactive. I'm gonna bump it up

clawthirtythree wrote:

This place is so inactive. I'm gonna bump it up

I know. It died. We should bring it back to life.

clawthirtythree wrote:

Here are two characters I have for my story so far:

Alexander - Fox person species - Male - Fuchsia color
He's an aspiring programmer. Loves to develop stuff such as games. Also kind of an artist. He's incredibly lazy and is usually being useless and playing games all day.

Alex - Lizard person species - Female - Green color
She was taken in by Alexander's parents while she was still an egg. She's slightly younger than Alexander. She loves to write stories and build on her expansive world.

FYI the names of these characters are very similar. You might want to think about whether this will confuse the reader especially if you use Alex as a nickname for Alexander.

https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/356822/

First chapter of PIP, three versions to show how it change in 2 and half years

Hi! I have a bad case of writer's block. Can anyone please give me a few fantasy prompts? TYSM!

jewellove4545 wrote:

Hi! I have a bad case of writer's block. Can anyone please give me a few fantasy prompts? TYSM!

I'd be glad to later

Why did this have to die? Nether come back to us. RIP Writing Tips.

The-Book-Worm wrote:

Why did this have to die? Nether come back to us. RIP Writing Tips.

REVIVE WRITING TIPS Y'ALL

clawthirtythree wrote:

The-Book-Worm wrote:

Why did this have to die? Nether come back to us. RIP Writing Tips.

REVIVE WRITING TIPS Y'ALL

I suppose the only thing we can do to uphold Nether's legacy is regularly give our own advice
Unfortunately I got no good advice ‘cause I’m a bad writer but hmm I'll share a… thought

Very Subjective Thought That You Should Take With a Grain of Salt of the Day
So yknow how there's often the “classic 7” cast of main characters? Often authors choose 5 out of the 7 options or combine them but yknow, you got the hero, the lancer/rival, the fighter, the smart one, the comic relief, and the mentor. (And one of them is usually the love interest.)
One day I was like “Ok so what if you want a cast of protagonists based on a different set of 7 things”
So perhaps you could experiment with basing them off of… the colors of the rainbow. Each color has its own distinct personality. Or the seven church modes. Wait, don't do that, I'm using it. Or you could do the same with a different number, like 5: ScratchStang's Elemental series has all the protagonists (well except Carter) based on five elements. Or you could try the five Olympic rings.

Ok, to end this with a really me-like note: one group of characters, not necessarily protagonists, that I find I like the balance of is Gym Leaders. There's 8 of them, not 7 or 5, but they're based around different Pokémon Types, giving them their varied personalities. I think the best put-together 8 are the Unova Leaders, who are each associated with some core value, like Clay values honesty, and… uh I forgot the rest

Edit: oh heck I only listed 6 roles. If anyone can remind me what the 7th is, thanks

You're right. No matter how bad or advice is we must keep sharing it. So…

Second tip of the day?
Like everything, you get better with practice. Practice might not make perfect, but it sure does make you a whole lot better. Not only that, the more you write, the easier it is to write more. Set up a word goal for a month. I started at 100 and went up by 32 each day (I know, 32 is a very arbitrary number, but that's not the point) Each day you need to write a little more. At first it seems easy. What's 100 or 200 words? But once I got past that, it started getting hard, fast.
In writing, to get better you need to push yourself. Don't only come up with new stories and start new things before the old ones are done. Try to finish the story, even just a loose outline so you can see how it would have gone. That way, if you come back to it, you can see where you were going and add new idea to the plot

Random Tip Yay

Some writers struggle with perfectionism, where they rewrite and rewrite a sentence multiple times because they can't get it just right. Something I've found useful is to just make a note or leave the writing in bold, so I can rest assured that I will fix that sentence at some point.

Is this place still alive??? I loved this when it was more active

clawthirtythree wrote:

Is this place still alive??? I loved this when it was more active

yeah let's keep it alive

Unofficial tip of the day that you should take with 3 grains of salt
Read your old stuff. You can often see the flaws, and learn from them. See how you've improved.

Guys we should start sharing pieces again.

Okay, I'll start us off with something short that I wrote heh.


(Rewrite of “The Little Match Girl”)

Grey snow fell in icy drifts, blanketing the city in a sheet of ash-white. Though night was approaching fast, many still were in the digitised walkways. Most had at least one to two contraptions strapped to their heads— a VR headset and a gas mask. The headset was for looking into a world they did not have, and the mask was protecting them from the world they did.

In the midst of their vibrant, colorful lives-that-did-not-exist, a girl stood. Unlike the rest, she did not have a mini gas tank the size of a penny. Hers was a huge contraptions— nearly her size in height and width. Her curly locks – dusted with snow – were the fading shades of dyed-rainbow hair. However, it was only a memory of a good time.

She still remembered the day that her father had ‘struck gold’. He came home with a hundred Ünizs, and he brought them out for a fantastic meal. Then he had granted her timid wish for – as she had called it then – unicorn hair.

That was the only day that the rainbow really shone. The next day, the money was all gone— swept away by gambling.

It was almost funny, really, how mere chance and a simple roll of a die could wreck a family’s life.

The girl took a deep breath of the air from the tank. Then she walked up to the nearest passerby.

“H-hi.” Her lips trembled in the cold. Her feet rubbed against each other, unable to generate even the slightest amount of heat. “Would you like to buy a—”

The person walked away, perhaps not even knowing a girl had spoken.

Suddenly, the walkway beneath them flashed red. Many replicas of a holographic lady appeared, lining the sides of the street.

“The countdown to 3000 will start in exactly 6 hours!” The lady sounded unnaturally cheerful. “Tune into Undersee’s Streamz for an unforgettable countdown featuring the epic pair: Oplazi Darerra and Kyde Faon!”

Everyone continued their mindless walking home. In just an hour, the walkway was empty— except for the girl, her grey dress shining in the semi-darkness. Only the walkway glowed a faint blue light. Shivering, she grabbed the handle of her gas tank and started to drag it to the side. Then she hunkered down next to an energy generator, savouring its warmth.

Beep beep.

She looked at the gas tank. The meter was blinking red.

The girl took out a small pouch, half full with little blue tubes. A faded ‘Oxygen’ label was on each bottle. After thinking for a moment, the girl slipped it into the machine. The girl knew she couldn’t afford to use a full bottle— but what else could she do? The air outside was poisoned with pollution; it was unbreathable.

The edges of her vision started blurring, and her head spun from the lack of fresh air.

Then a hiss— the sound of the oxygen releasing into her gas mask. The girl sighed happily as she relaxed against the generator.

Perhaps it was the relief, perhaps delirium, or perhaps it was just the utter exhaustion and hunger. But as the girl greedily sucked up the air, she felt a strange warmth. Then a scene spread across her vision.

Green trees, mossy ground. There was a tangy, leafy smell in the humid air. Birds flew, singing their lovely melodies. The high canopy obscured most of the sky, but she could see small patches of deep blue where the leafy foliage thinned.

Then - behold - an even stranger sight met her eyes. From behind a tree, someone snuck towards her. It was a huge beast, its muscles tense as it rose up above her.

The girl did not seem frightened at this potential danger, she just stared, mesmerized, at the animal towering over her.

The creature stared back at her, probably wondering what sort of new critter this thing was. With the gas mask and tank, and her rainbow colored hair, this girl was hardly recognizable as a human.

She raised a hand to it, slowly, gently, as if she was afraid to scare it away.

“Bear,” she whispered, for that was what it was.

The bear looked at her for a moment longer, before settling down on all fours. Then, carefully, it started to place its nose in her hand, perhaps wanting to nuzzle it—

Oh!

The girl found herself back next to the energy generator. The bear, the trees, the birds were all gone.

Her gas tank beeped again. There must be something wrong with the oxygen tubes.

Eagerly, she placed two oxygen bottle in the machine. She wanted to get back to that bear as soon as possible.

Hiss—

Something bright blinded her for a moment. Shielding her eyes, the little girl looked at the splendor around her.

There were people all around her, some children and some adults, and none of them were wearing gas mask. Their faces were bare, and the children all milled around in happy groups of smiles.

Laughter filled the air, and the ground beneath her feet was grainy and damp. On her left, people lounged under huge umbrellas, shielded from the light. And on her right was truly a scene to savor.

Water— gallons upon gallons of water spilled everywhere. She couldn’t see where it came from, or where it ended, but it was magnificent.

And the sun! It was beautiful and bright and deliciously warm, filling her with a sort of floating joy.

Then the girl realized why she felt lighter. Why— her mask was gone! The tank, that had burdened her for so very long, had disappeared.

She saw several children — and an animal she supposed was a dog — splash into the… oh yes, she found a word for it.

It was the sea.

The little girl decided to join them, jumping into the water— the sea. But just as her body hit the water, a wave of cold shook through her and—

She was back. Next to the energy generator— the last two tubes of oxygen in one hand and the other hand resting on her gas tank.

This time, there was no hesitation. She slammed the last two oxygen tubes into her machine and—

This time, everything went dark.

The little girl floated in empty darkness. She wasn’t scared nor happy nor anything at all; she just… was. After a long time — or perhaps it was no time at all — she noticed that she was standing up. But there was no color, no sound, no feeling. All she knew was that she was who she was and that she was standing.

She raised a foot and took a step forward.

The world exploded into a symphony of music and light, colors zigzagging from under her foot, cutting blue, red, green, purple and every color trails through the dark smooth ground. The music was like a hundred voices joined together in a single shout of joy and the colors were bright and beautiful and—

The chaos died down into silence. It was abrupt, but it was not final. The little girl could still hear a tiny buzz of life, though the world around her was once again blank.

She took a step, then another. Each time, the world exploded, died down, exploded, and died down. Her footsteps began quicker, more urgent, and with a growing excitement. Then she broke into a run.

The world was definitely alive now, each step sending a cascade of noise, light, and orderly chaos into the scene around her. There was no wind, but the light and the music triggered something from within the girl. She felt weightless, joyful, and truly alive.

The world didn’t seem to have an end, but she didn’t care. The blackness was now alight and she was still running, running—

Then she saw something that made her stop. The voices faded, the colors retreated, but all was not dark. A light was spreading on the horizon, a warm, welcoming sort of light.

There was a rumble from beneath her feet. She looked down— small balls of shining stars were under the smooth surface. As they came closer, she realized that they really were stars— huge, glowing and flat surfaces that were rising up. All around her, the stars broke through the surface, not cracking it but just passing through it. Without thinking, the girl ran over to a big one and climbed on it, holding on in case she might fall.

But the little girl didn’t fall. She rose up with the stars, going faster and faster and faster as the sun rose and the world exploded with colors and music and a thousand voices—

As the phrase goes, “in the dawn of the morning”, the little one sat, leaning against the wall. Her gas mask was still over her nose and mouth, but it was clear to all that she had run out of oxygen.

“And the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse… No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered on New-year’s day.”

The End.


*Note: I wrote this a year ago, so hopefully it makes some sense. xD