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- Starthorn
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Scratcher
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SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
I recently read a book called The 20th Century in Bite-Sized Chunks (by Nicola Chalton and Meredith MacArdle). It is a interesting book about the history of humans during the 20th century, and is non-fiction. I do not often read non-fiction books but because I am going into an advanced history class for school next year I decided that it was never too early to study. (It was the first week of summer vacation when I began to read it.)
A few things I enjoyed about it:
It is a very serious book but still manages to be easy to understand, which is hard with the difficult topics it dealt with.
The separate sections of the book were very creatively titled. (For example, a section on social inequalities of people who worked compared to people of other social classes titled “Workers, Unite!”.)
Generally I think that I know a reasonable amount about Chinese history compared to your average American teen but there was a part of this book which I had not heard of before.
For the amount of words (only about two hundred and twelve pages) there was a shocking amount of information, which was unexpected and awesome.
My writing inspired by this.
The world changes so fast when there’s inspiration. (When there isn’t… well, it gets tougher to do things of that sort.) A spread of information- like what happened with the printing press and it’s play in the form of Protestantism- fuels the peoples’ ability to think for themselves.
When they can think for themselves they come up with new ideas, new things to improve their lives. (And of course other people's lives as well when their inventions are allowed to spread.) So therefore it’s a good thing when people are able to listen to each other's voices, to hear words from people who walk different lives than them. It’s a good thing, really, when such things can happen without violence.
Violence? You might ask, when does that step in?
The answer, my poor reader, is whenever people’s disagreements aren’t understood. When people refuse to listen, refuse to talk things out among themselves. That bitter resentment which is often started from such an innocent thing as a misunderstanding between two equally important people. (Not ‘equally important’ as in the same social standing of course, just the mere fact that both have to exist as human beings upon the Earth. Their souls are what make them important, the way they have lived their own lives and at least tried to understand the ways in which they might improve.)
These disagreements can easily get out of hand, and before you know it there is a war. a fight, a battle, or a loss of life to people who once lived among their opponents. People stealing each other's ideas; people stealing each other's joy. So when people refuse to listen, when they refuse to see that they might be wrong, bad- no, horrible, things may happen. Unfortunately this is the way that humans have nearly always been, fighting and quarreling and questioning each other. (When really the ones they should ask the questions to are themselves.)
This stark difference between the good and bad is influenced by a simple thing such as information, and that in itself is nearly shocking. (How sad that lives must depend on other people’s uniform distrust and what they might do with this distrust. Maybe they will listen to others and widen their world view, or maybe they will stay in their echo chamber of voices that tell them they are correct without question. It hurts quite a bit, you know? Hearing history repeat itself over and over again, crashing humanity down into the depths of our self-loathing.)
How we as people inform ourselves often based on things within our comfort zones so that we do not have to face the fact that we might be wrong. Both ‘sides’ of many disagreements might fall closer in the middle of their ideas if they were to discuss in order to learn rather than fight and scratch their way to a ‘winning’ spot.
So that is why it is important to learn the history of human’s disagreements, the history of our faults and successes. (To see why these things end up good or bad.) How we repeat ourselves time and time again because only when we hear each other’s words and pleads does our nature change. I believe that people try to be good by nature, that no matter what most people do not want to hurt others. Still, I also believe that it is very hard for people to truly look at someone else and understand why they might feel a certain way.
That is why it is often so easy for people to see something they don’t understand and brush it off as wrong or uniformed. (They might see an opinion they do not like and brush it off as only hateful because they refuse to see the other side, they might see a way of life and brush it off as wrong or hateful because they don’t want to hear something that might upset them.) People like this are common, and really may be the largest majority within any group. In some ways every single person is like this and that is why we have to keep fighting, for each other, for ourselves, and for the ability to learn things that we might otherwise brush away.
Without the desire to better ourselves and understand each other violence is merely the next step. We as a society have already faced violence worse than what many can imagine, and most want to avoid such things from ever happening again.
So keep listening, keep discussing, keep knowing that no matter what we do we can be better for people who need help. (Or, in some cases, that we can help people to understand what they can do to help themselves or others- when they ask for it or perhaps otherwise.)
Never stop listening.
802 words
*I also wrote another peice for today (that was not related to this activity) and added the word counts together, I will leave a note of that in my comment on the studio.
I hope everyone reading this has a great day! ^u^
A few things I enjoyed about it:
It is a very serious book but still manages to be easy to understand, which is hard with the difficult topics it dealt with.
The separate sections of the book were very creatively titled. (For example, a section on social inequalities of people who worked compared to people of other social classes titled “Workers, Unite!”.)
Generally I think that I know a reasonable amount about Chinese history compared to your average American teen but there was a part of this book which I had not heard of before.
For the amount of words (only about two hundred and twelve pages) there was a shocking amount of information, which was unexpected and awesome.
My writing inspired by this.
The world changes so fast when there’s inspiration. (When there isn’t… well, it gets tougher to do things of that sort.) A spread of information- like what happened with the printing press and it’s play in the form of Protestantism- fuels the peoples’ ability to think for themselves.
When they can think for themselves they come up with new ideas, new things to improve their lives. (And of course other people's lives as well when their inventions are allowed to spread.) So therefore it’s a good thing when people are able to listen to each other's voices, to hear words from people who walk different lives than them. It’s a good thing, really, when such things can happen without violence.
Violence? You might ask, when does that step in?
The answer, my poor reader, is whenever people’s disagreements aren’t understood. When people refuse to listen, refuse to talk things out among themselves. That bitter resentment which is often started from such an innocent thing as a misunderstanding between two equally important people. (Not ‘equally important’ as in the same social standing of course, just the mere fact that both have to exist as human beings upon the Earth. Their souls are what make them important, the way they have lived their own lives and at least tried to understand the ways in which they might improve.)
These disagreements can easily get out of hand, and before you know it there is a war. a fight, a battle, or a loss of life to people who once lived among their opponents. People stealing each other's ideas; people stealing each other's joy. So when people refuse to listen, when they refuse to see that they might be wrong, bad- no, horrible, things may happen. Unfortunately this is the way that humans have nearly always been, fighting and quarreling and questioning each other. (When really the ones they should ask the questions to are themselves.)
This stark difference between the good and bad is influenced by a simple thing such as information, and that in itself is nearly shocking. (How sad that lives must depend on other people’s uniform distrust and what they might do with this distrust. Maybe they will listen to others and widen their world view, or maybe they will stay in their echo chamber of voices that tell them they are correct without question. It hurts quite a bit, you know? Hearing history repeat itself over and over again, crashing humanity down into the depths of our self-loathing.)
How we as people inform ourselves often based on things within our comfort zones so that we do not have to face the fact that we might be wrong. Both ‘sides’ of many disagreements might fall closer in the middle of their ideas if they were to discuss in order to learn rather than fight and scratch their way to a ‘winning’ spot.
So that is why it is important to learn the history of human’s disagreements, the history of our faults and successes. (To see why these things end up good or bad.) How we repeat ourselves time and time again because only when we hear each other’s words and pleads does our nature change. I believe that people try to be good by nature, that no matter what most people do not want to hurt others. Still, I also believe that it is very hard for people to truly look at someone else and understand why they might feel a certain way.
That is why it is often so easy for people to see something they don’t understand and brush it off as wrong or uniformed. (They might see an opinion they do not like and brush it off as only hateful because they refuse to see the other side, they might see a way of life and brush it off as wrong or hateful because they don’t want to hear something that might upset them.) People like this are common, and really may be the largest majority within any group. In some ways every single person is like this and that is why we have to keep fighting, for each other, for ourselves, and for the ability to learn things that we might otherwise brush away.
Without the desire to better ourselves and understand each other violence is merely the next step. We as a society have already faced violence worse than what many can imagine, and most want to avoid such things from ever happening again.
So keep listening, keep discussing, keep knowing that no matter what we do we can be better for people who need help. (Or, in some cases, that we can help people to understand what they can do to help themselves or others- when they ask for it or perhaps otherwise.)
Never stop listening.
802 words
*I also wrote another peice for today (that was not related to this activity) and added the word counts together, I will leave a note of that in my comment on the studio.
I hope everyone reading this has a great day! ^u^
Last edited by Starthorn (July 2, 2021 20:00:44)
- chloenauli9
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Scratcher
3 posts
SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Inspiration is different from Plagiarism, quite different, in fact. Plagiarism is the art of stealing someone else's work and claiming as your own. However, I don't like to think of it as an art, yet this is the truth. Inspiration is when you take the idea of someone, and create your own work. The thing that makes them different is that an idea is intangible, something that can't be put as something you can hold, touch, feel, see, or grasp. However, a plagiarized copy of a piece of work is tangible. So why would you want to plagiarize, when you could take inspiration from a work you've seen and create your own beautiful work of art!
- rxindrops-on-rxses
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Scratcher
6 posts
SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Right now I'm reading the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan, and i'm currently reading the 2nd one. Basically the series is about a group of seven powerful demigods (half-god, half-humans) who have to stop Gaia (Mother Earth, the oldest Greek goddess and the goddess of the Earth) from waking and destroying the world. There's a lot of giants and gods and magic and stuff (this is a really bad description lol) and there's two camps: one Greek (Camp Half-Blood) and one Roman (Camp Jupiter). These seven demigods are the most powerful demigods of their age, and some of them are Greek; some are Roman. The two camps don't actually know the other exists, the gods kept them apart to avoid wars between the two. But when Hera, queen of Olympus, is captured by the giants (Gaia's children) she takes one demigod from each camp, wipes their memory and switches them so that they can find their way back to their original camp and in doing so, unite the two so that they can defeat the giants and Gaia.
Things I liked (honestly I love pretty much everything about this series but):
-the plottt and the twistttsss
-the magic and all the different powers the demigods have
-all the cool stuff about greek mythology
I don't have a whole lot of time right now, otherwise I would have done this all a lot better but I'm not really going to put any of what I mentioned above into my writing (for now). Another element of the first two books that I like is how the demigods whose memories were wiped by Hera is how it's written from their point of view, the way they have amnesia and wake up in a strange place and have no idea who they are or how they got there. I find that intriguing, especially if I don't know the character beforehand, from previous books/series. Soo that's the element I'm going to take inspiration form and put into my writing, if that makes sense :)
Here is my writing~
I can feel myself floating in a sea of darkness. It's pitch black, and I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep, dreaming or in a coma, inside or outside, dead or alive. I might be in heaven or hell or the eternal abyss of space, or a mixture of the three. I can't feel or see or hear anything. I can't cry out or speak or even move, and it's suffocating. It's like being buried alive. I try to move, try to just bend my finger or straighten my toe. Nothing. Panic rises like a snake inside me, about to strike. I can feel a scream building up in my lungs, but I can't release it. Just when my lungs are almost bursting, something touches my arm and I sit bolt upright, blinking wildly as the scream escapes my mouth. It quickly dies away when I realise I can move again, I'm awake, I'm alive. Relief floods through me and I relax slightly, turning my head to examine my surroundings. It's a bright, sunny glade in what seems to be a deep forest. I'm curled up on a rock covered in moss. There's so many trees, growing so thick and close together that I can't see the sky above. I can just about see the sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting magical shadows onto the grass covered forest floor. The sounds of birds chirping unseen in the trees fills the air. The earthy smells of dirt and the sweet, honeyed scent of wildflowers swirls around me. I stand up slowly and stretch my stiff muscles. This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. But I suddenly realise…
I have no idea where I am.
I have no idea what i'm doing here.
And I don't even know who I am.
Panic floods through me again, as I try to remember something, at least my own name. Nothing. All I can feel are big blank spaces, huge spaces in my mind where my memories should be.
I can't remember anything.
I force myself to calm down. Hopefully there are people nearby. If I can just live long to find a way out of this forest, maybe I can find someone. There must be people out there looking for me. I have to have a family. Maybe, if I can just find another sign of human life, I can find them. I can find help. I can find myself again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was done in a rush so this definitely isn't my best writing but oh well :')
-Ginny
Things I liked (honestly I love pretty much everything about this series but):
-the plottt and the twistttsss
-the magic and all the different powers the demigods have
-all the cool stuff about greek mythology
I don't have a whole lot of time right now, otherwise I would have done this all a lot better but I'm not really going to put any of what I mentioned above into my writing (for now). Another element of the first two books that I like is how the demigods whose memories were wiped by Hera is how it's written from their point of view, the way they have amnesia and wake up in a strange place and have no idea who they are or how they got there. I find that intriguing, especially if I don't know the character beforehand, from previous books/series. Soo that's the element I'm going to take inspiration form and put into my writing, if that makes sense :)
Here is my writing~
I can feel myself floating in a sea of darkness. It's pitch black, and I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep, dreaming or in a coma, inside or outside, dead or alive. I might be in heaven or hell or the eternal abyss of space, or a mixture of the three. I can't feel or see or hear anything. I can't cry out or speak or even move, and it's suffocating. It's like being buried alive. I try to move, try to just bend my finger or straighten my toe. Nothing. Panic rises like a snake inside me, about to strike. I can feel a scream building up in my lungs, but I can't release it. Just when my lungs are almost bursting, something touches my arm and I sit bolt upright, blinking wildly as the scream escapes my mouth. It quickly dies away when I realise I can move again, I'm awake, I'm alive. Relief floods through me and I relax slightly, turning my head to examine my surroundings. It's a bright, sunny glade in what seems to be a deep forest. I'm curled up on a rock covered in moss. There's so many trees, growing so thick and close together that I can't see the sky above. I can just about see the sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting magical shadows onto the grass covered forest floor. The sounds of birds chirping unseen in the trees fills the air. The earthy smells of dirt and the sweet, honeyed scent of wildflowers swirls around me. I stand up slowly and stretch my stiff muscles. This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. But I suddenly realise…
I have no idea where I am.
I have no idea what i'm doing here.
And I don't even know who I am.
Panic floods through me again, as I try to remember something, at least my own name. Nothing. All I can feel are big blank spaces, huge spaces in my mind where my memories should be.
I can't remember anything.
I force myself to calm down. Hopefully there are people nearby. If I can just live long to find a way out of this forest, maybe I can find someone. There must be people out there looking for me. I have to have a family. Maybe, if I can just find another sign of human life, I can find them. I can find help. I can find myself again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was done in a rush so this definitely isn't my best writing but oh well :')
-Ginny
Last edited by rxindrops-on-rxses (July 2, 2021 21:16:31)
- LuvxlyLeia
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Scratcher
28 posts
SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Very nice Honey B)
…. question, did you happen to use any spreadsheets for this? Specifically labeled: KAT'S SPREEDSHEETS FOR TEACHING LITTLE UN-KNOLAGABLE SWCers ABOUT PLAGURISM Beacuse I have rights to belive, *that that would be plagurising* DUN-DUN-DUUUUN
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO UR IN TROUBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE /j
- Starthorn
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Right now I'm reading the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan, and i'm currently reading the 2nd one. Basically the series is about a group of seven powerful demigods (half-god, half-humans) who have to stop Gaia (Mother Earth, the oldest Greek goddess and the goddess of the Earth) from waking and destroying the world. There's a lot of giants and gods and magic and stuff (this is a really bad description lol) and there's two camps: one Greek (Camp Half-Blood) and one Roman (Camp Jupiter). These seven demigods are the most powerful demigods of their age, and some of them are Greek; some are Roman. The two camps don't actually know the other exists, the gods kept them apart to avoid wars between the two. But when Hera, queen of Olympus, is captured by the giants (Gaia's children) she takes one demigod from each camp, wipes their memory and switches them so that they can find their way back to their original camp and in doing so, unite the two so that they can defeat the giants and Gaia.
Things I liked (honestly I love pretty much everything about this series but):
-the plottt and the twistttsss
-the magic and all the different powers the demigods have
-all the cool stuff about greek mythology
I don't have a whole lot of time right now, otherwise I would have done this all a lot better but I'm not really going to put any of what I mentioned above into my writing (for now). Another element of the first two books that I like is how the demigods whose memories were wiped by Hera is how it's written from their point of view, the way they have amnesia and wake up in a strange place and have no idea who they are or how they got there. I find that intriguing, especially if I don't know the character beforehand, from previous books/series. Soo that's the element I'm going to take inspiration form and put into my writing, if that makes sense :)
Here is my writing~
I can feel myself floating in a sea of darkness. It's pitch black, and I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep, dreaming or in a coma, inside or outside, dead or alive. I might be in heaven or hell or the eternal abyss of space, or a mixture of the three. I can't feel or see or hear anything. I can't cry out or speak or even move, and it's suffocating. It's like being buried alive. I try to move, try to just bend my finger or straighten my toe. Nothing. I can feel a scream building up in my lungs, but I can't release it. Just when my lungs are almost bursting, something touches my arm and I sit bolt upright, blinking wildly as the scream escapes my mouth. It quickly dies away when I realise I can move again, I'm awake, I'm alive. Relief floods through me and I relax slightly, turning my head to examine my surroundings. It's a bright, sunny glade in what seems to be a deep forest. I'm curled up on a rock covered in moss. There's so many trees, growing so thick and close together that I can't see the sky above. I can just about see the sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting magical shadows onto the grassy forest floor. I stand up slowly and stretch my stiff muscles. This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. But I suddenly realise…
I have no idea where I am.
I have no idea what i'm doing here.
And I don't even know who I am.
Panic floods through me again, as I try to remember something, at least my own name. Nothing. All I can feel are a big blank spaces, huge spaces in my mind where my memories should be.
I can't remember anything.
I force myself to calm down. Hopefully there are people nearby. If I can just live long to find a way out of this forest, maybe I can find someone. There must be people out there looking for me. I have to have a family. Maybe, if I can just find another sign of human life, I can find them. I can find help. I can find myself again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was done in a rush so this definitely isn't my best writing but oh well :')
-Ginny
I love Heros Of Olympus! I might end up re-reading it actually. :) Your writing is super cool too.
- rxindrops-on-rxses
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Scratcher
6 posts
SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Right now I'm reading the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan, and i'm currently reading the 2nd one. Basically the series is about a group of seven powerful demigods (half-god, half-humans) who have to stop Gaia (Mother Earth, the oldest Greek goddess and the goddess of the Earth) from waking and destroying the world. There's a lot of giants and gods and magic and stuff (this is a really bad description lol) and there's two camps: one Greek (Camp Half-Blood) and one Roman (Camp Jupiter). These seven demigods are the most powerful demigods of their age, and some of them are Greek; some are Roman. The two camps don't actually know the other exists, the gods kept them apart to avoid wars between the two. But when Hera, queen of Olympus, is captured by the giants (Gaia's children) she takes one demigod from each camp, wipes their memory and switches them so that they can find their way back to their original camp and in doing so, unite the two so that they can defeat the giants and Gaia.
Things I liked (honestly I love pretty much everything about this series but):
-the plottt and the twistttsss
-the magic and all the different powers the demigods have
-all the cool stuff about greek mythology
I don't have a whole lot of time right now, otherwise I would have done this all a lot better but I'm not really going to put any of what I mentioned above into my writing (for now). Another element of the first two books that I like is how the demigods whose memories were wiped by Hera is how it's written from their point of view, the way they have amnesia and wake up in a strange place and have no idea who they are or how they got there. I find that intriguing, especially if I don't know the character beforehand, from previous books/series. Soo that's the element I'm going to take inspiration form and put into my writing, if that makes sense :)
Here is my writing~
I can feel myself floating in a sea of darkness. It's pitch black, and I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep, dreaming or in a coma, inside or outside, dead or alive. I might be in heaven or hell or the eternal abyss of space, or a mixture of the three. I can't feel or see or hear anything. I can't cry out or speak or even move, and it's suffocating. It's like being buried alive. I try to move, try to just bend my finger or straighten my toe. Nothing. I can feel a scream building up in my lungs, but I can't release it. Just when my lungs are almost bursting, something touches my arm and I sit bolt upright, blinking wildly as the scream escapes my mouth. It quickly dies away when I realise I can move again, I'm awake, I'm alive. Relief floods through me and I relax slightly, turning my head to examine my surroundings. It's a bright, sunny glade in what seems to be a deep forest. I'm curled up on a rock covered in moss. There's so many trees, growing so thick and close together that I can't see the sky above. I can just about see the sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting magical shadows onto the grassy forest floor. I stand up slowly and stretch my stiff muscles. This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. But I suddenly realise…
I have no idea where I am.
I have no idea what i'm doing here.
And I don't even know who I am.
Panic floods through me again, as I try to remember something, at least my own name. Nothing. All I can feel are a big blank spaces, huge spaces in my mind where my memories should be.
I can't remember anything.
I force myself to calm down. Hopefully there are people nearby. If I can just live long to find a way out of this forest, maybe I can find someone. There must be people out there looking for me. I have to have a family. Maybe, if I can just find another sign of human life, I can find them. I can find help. I can find myself again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was done in a rush so this definitely isn't my best writing but oh well :')
-Ginny
I love Heros Of Olympus! I might end up re-reading it actually. :) Your writing is super cool too.
:D thank you so much <3 Heroes of Olympus is amazingggg, I've read all of the books except Son Of Neptune and Mark of Athena. Which book was your favourite?
- Umi-san
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
(still reading, but I think I got it) The Trials of Apollo, book 4 (The Tyrant's Tomb)
What I like about it:
1. The overall structure of the chapters are amazing. <3 (/platonic)
2. Haikus are at the beginning of a chapter that sum it up.
(The book I'm currently writing, but changing the style of the first day of writing. Note that there are many POV switches, and the first few parts are supposed to be in third person… *inhale*)
1
The wind blew through the
autumn day, and she will soon
be “stolen” away.
I HURRIED
down the cold stone steps of the house I lived in, warm puffs of breath escaping my mouth continuously, like a steam engine. The leaves looked like they were running with me, but that didn't matter. I shouldn’t have slept in, I thought. I ran onto the street without a second thought, and⸺
A MOMENT AFTER, the I found herself in a chair. Yes, a chair. When there is a chair, there is also a table. The people sitting at the table consisted of a rabbit, a sleeping dormouse, and, of course, a hatter, all staring at me. Seriously?
“I⸺” I otherwise sat still, with my mouth slightly open in surprise. I doubt you could hear a pin drop, because there were no pins. I coughed uncomfortably for a bit and decided to observe instead.
The hatter’s bright choice of colors alarmed me immediately, but I decided not to destroy my eyes so soon.
The rabbit⸺or was it a hare? did not attract much attention, because it was brown. However, there was a suspicious twinkle in its eyes…
The dormouse was sleeping in a teapot. I wasn't sure if the teapot held tea or not.
Now I looked back at the hatter. He had hats stacked up so high that I couldn’t see the top. His smile was… unsettling, to say the least. His bright clothes clashed for attention, the red and the lime colors making the contrast even worse. I had no choice but to look away for the sake of my eye health.
AS I STARED, I realized something was amiss. There were quite a few princess /\/\U4D34$ recently, and the person in front of us was a stranger. Was it possible that she was the culprit? I took another sip of tea.
“Er… I’d best be on my way now.” The girl got out of the chair, but then I grabbed her wrist.
“I’m coming with you.”
The girl’s eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion. “Are you mad?”
Now that I thought about it, her face did remind me of someone… “I’m not mad, you’re mad.”
The March Hare groaned.
I ignored him. “If you’re mad, then I’m not mad. If I’m mad, then you’re not mad. And⸺”
The dormouse talked in its sleep. “Just go, Emmett. The tea will still be here when you get back. It’s always 6:00.”
“I’D PREFER that you unhand me,” I said.
‘Emmett’, as the dormouse called him, smiled at me again, then looked forward. Who knew what was behind that deceiving yet childish smile? “I’d prefer to hold your hand. It’s not uncommon for people to get lost here.”
I had no choice but to look away. Again. I checked our surroundings once more. There was a ridiculous amount of undergrowth everywhere, except for the suspiciously clear path we were walking on. Now that I thought about it, almost everything residing here was suspicious.
(hahaha that's where I stopped yesterday, but the Alice in Wonderland characters aren't the only ones they meet. I'm planning to introduce Rumpelstiltskin sometime soon…)
The story itself is 501 words.
What I like about it:
1. The overall structure of the chapters are amazing. <3 (/platonic)
2. Haikus are at the beginning of a chapter that sum it up.
(The book I'm currently writing, but changing the style of the first day of writing. Note that there are many POV switches, and the first few parts are supposed to be in third person… *inhale*)
1
The wind blew through the
autumn day, and she will soon
be “stolen” away.
I HURRIED
down the cold stone steps of the house I lived in, warm puffs of breath escaping my mouth continuously, like a steam engine. The leaves looked like they were running with me, but that didn't matter. I shouldn’t have slept in, I thought. I ran onto the street without a second thought, and⸺
A MOMENT AFTER, the I found herself in a chair. Yes, a chair. When there is a chair, there is also a table. The people sitting at the table consisted of a rabbit, a sleeping dormouse, and, of course, a hatter, all staring at me. Seriously?
“I⸺” I otherwise sat still, with my mouth slightly open in surprise. I doubt you could hear a pin drop, because there were no pins. I coughed uncomfortably for a bit and decided to observe instead.
The hatter’s bright choice of colors alarmed me immediately, but I decided not to destroy my eyes so soon.
The rabbit⸺or was it a hare? did not attract much attention, because it was brown. However, there was a suspicious twinkle in its eyes…
The dormouse was sleeping in a teapot. I wasn't sure if the teapot held tea or not.
Now I looked back at the hatter. He had hats stacked up so high that I couldn’t see the top. His smile was… unsettling, to say the least. His bright clothes clashed for attention, the red and the lime colors making the contrast even worse. I had no choice but to look away for the sake of my eye health.
AS I STARED, I realized something was amiss. There were quite a few princess /\/\U4D34$ recently, and the person in front of us was a stranger. Was it possible that she was the culprit? I took another sip of tea.
“Er… I’d best be on my way now.” The girl got out of the chair, but then I grabbed her wrist.
“I’m coming with you.”
The girl’s eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion. “Are you mad?”
Now that I thought about it, her face did remind me of someone… “I’m not mad, you’re mad.”
The March Hare groaned.
I ignored him. “If you’re mad, then I’m not mad. If I’m mad, then you’re not mad. And⸺”
The dormouse talked in its sleep. “Just go, Emmett. The tea will still be here when you get back. It’s always 6:00.”
“I’D PREFER that you unhand me,” I said.
‘Emmett’, as the dormouse called him, smiled at me again, then looked forward. Who knew what was behind that deceiving yet childish smile? “I’d prefer to hold your hand. It’s not uncommon for people to get lost here.”
I had no choice but to look away. Again. I checked our surroundings once more. There was a ridiculous amount of undergrowth everywhere, except for the suspiciously clear path we were walking on. Now that I thought about it, almost everything residing here was suspicious.
(hahaha that's where I stopped yesterday, but the Alice in Wonderland characters aren't the only ones they meet. I'm planning to introduce Rumpelstiltskin sometime soon…)
The story itself is 501 words.
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Thank you so much for this workshop! I've actually been thinking a lot about this an trying to figure some of it out for myself.
Do you know what the rules on aus are..? If I'm writing a comic or a story based on an au roleplay I'm in, would it be okay to change all of the elements to make it more original.. or is it still considered “fanfic” because of having remaining similarities?
Do you know what the rules on aus are..? If I'm writing a comic or a story based on an au roleplay I'm in, would it be okay to change all of the elements to make it more original.. or is it still considered “fanfic” because of having remaining similarities?
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SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Thank you so much for this workshop! I've actually been thinking a lot about this an trying to figure some of it out for myself.Hmm it depends on what you're leaving I suppose? Fanfic is still fine for this daily, as long as the elements you're incorporating aren't the characters, world, etc. (you can still include those but there have to be other things that you could include if it wasn't fanfic)
Do you know what the rules on aus are..? If I'm writing a comic or a story based on an au roleplay I'm in, would it be okay to change all of the elements to make it more original.. or is it still considered “fanfic” because of having remaining similarities?
(also I want to clarify that these are definitely not rules haha)
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Here's my daily thingy:
So recently I read Long Lost by Jacqueline West, and I really enjoyed it. Here are some things I really liked about it
The way that there was a story within a story
The character development
The timeskips
So here’s my story:
Today is Friday. I wake up early in the morning, and get on the bus. My morning classes were a blur. In our free period, I went to the library. Ms. Emmeline, the librarian, called my name.
“Jill! I’ve got a perfect story for you!” she cried.
So Ms. Emmeline reached into her desk and pulled out an orange book. On the cover, a tree hangs over a girl reading a book. “Morning”, the title reads. I reach for it, and curl up in a chair.
I once knew someone. I don’t anymore. I know I knew him, but I don’t know who he is. I think I lost my memory. I forgot how. I remember something, though. I was running. Through a forest, I think. I tripped on something. Suddenly a light is in the sky. I know it was night. Why was I out so late? Mother always tells me to be back by sundown. Perhaps I was at a carnival. I’ve always liked carnivals. At least since I lost my memory. Then it’s morning. I don’t remember anything before that. I think I lost my memory then. I drift back to sleep, remembering that all is tiring.
“Star! Star!” My mother cries. “You’ve been asleep. Like a koala, or something. It’s noon now.” Noon?! I thought it was morning. It’s expected though, after I lost my memory. Things have been… strange lately.
The bell rang. I check the book out, and I run to my next class. That afternoon, all I did was sit and read. My mother calls, but I ignore her. The story is too interesting to leave.
I’ve eaten lunch. It was good. It was pizza. I still wonder about my memory. Why did I forget? What did I forget? How did I forget? Did I know something important? Something dangerous? Why won’t anyone tell me about my memory? And then I remember. I was alone in the forest. No one else knew about what happened. They only knew that I lost my memory. I remember the night. I remember the morning. I try to remember the time between.
I remember eating something. More importantly, drinking something. It tasted good. But I don’t know the taste. Maybe it caused me to forget? That can’t be right. Technology isn’t that advanced yet. I think something trapped me.
Then my mother forcibly rips the book from my hands. I’ve never really enjoyed a book this much. Oh sure, I’ve read good books. But never like this. After dinner, I sleep. But in the morning, I read.
Something trapped me. Erased my memory. But I remember now! I knew a boy. He was my friend. He moved away. A girl was always jealous of our friendship. She couldn’t have done it though. But her family spoiled her. Did everything she wanted. Maybe..?
I turn the pages. I forget about reality. What time is it? I’m getting drowsy. Interesting. Only 6:57 in the morning. I thought I got up later. I suppose not. I read anyway. The story gets really strange here.
I need someone to help me. I will be forgotten in history of more important things. I’ll fade. I was one a real person. I need someone to honor the stories of the past.
I get up. I look up the girl’s name. Star. Nothing. Then “Star from Morning”. Still nothing. But I remember that she was once a real person. Once. Not is. She was forgotten, but not completely. Her story still lives on in the pages of the book.
I returned the book on Monday. Ms. Emmeline asks if I liked it.
“Yes. I liked it very much.” I replied.
That’s the story of a very strange book, a very strange Friday, and an adventure only I know about.
So recently I read Long Lost by Jacqueline West, and I really enjoyed it. Here are some things I really liked about it
The way that there was a story within a story
The character development
The timeskips
So here’s my story:
Today is Friday. I wake up early in the morning, and get on the bus. My morning classes were a blur. In our free period, I went to the library. Ms. Emmeline, the librarian, called my name.
“Jill! I’ve got a perfect story for you!” she cried.
So Ms. Emmeline reached into her desk and pulled out an orange book. On the cover, a tree hangs over a girl reading a book. “Morning”, the title reads. I reach for it, and curl up in a chair.
I once knew someone. I don’t anymore. I know I knew him, but I don’t know who he is. I think I lost my memory. I forgot how. I remember something, though. I was running. Through a forest, I think. I tripped on something. Suddenly a light is in the sky. I know it was night. Why was I out so late? Mother always tells me to be back by sundown. Perhaps I was at a carnival. I’ve always liked carnivals. At least since I lost my memory. Then it’s morning. I don’t remember anything before that. I think I lost my memory then. I drift back to sleep, remembering that all is tiring.
“Star! Star!” My mother cries. “You’ve been asleep. Like a koala, or something. It’s noon now.” Noon?! I thought it was morning. It’s expected though, after I lost my memory. Things have been… strange lately.
The bell rang. I check the book out, and I run to my next class. That afternoon, all I did was sit and read. My mother calls, but I ignore her. The story is too interesting to leave.
I’ve eaten lunch. It was good. It was pizza. I still wonder about my memory. Why did I forget? What did I forget? How did I forget? Did I know something important? Something dangerous? Why won’t anyone tell me about my memory? And then I remember. I was alone in the forest. No one else knew about what happened. They only knew that I lost my memory. I remember the night. I remember the morning. I try to remember the time between.
I remember eating something. More importantly, drinking something. It tasted good. But I don’t know the taste. Maybe it caused me to forget? That can’t be right. Technology isn’t that advanced yet. I think something trapped me.
Then my mother forcibly rips the book from my hands. I’ve never really enjoyed a book this much. Oh sure, I’ve read good books. But never like this. After dinner, I sleep. But in the morning, I read.
Something trapped me. Erased my memory. But I remember now! I knew a boy. He was my friend. He moved away. A girl was always jealous of our friendship. She couldn’t have done it though. But her family spoiled her. Did everything she wanted. Maybe..?
I turn the pages. I forget about reality. What time is it? I’m getting drowsy. Interesting. Only 6:57 in the morning. I thought I got up later. I suppose not. I read anyway. The story gets really strange here.
I need someone to help me. I will be forgotten in history of more important things. I’ll fade. I was one a real person. I need someone to honor the stories of the past.
I get up. I look up the girl’s name. Star. Nothing. Then “Star from Morning”. Still nothing. But I remember that she was once a real person. Once. Not is. She was forgotten, but not completely. Her story still lives on in the pages of the book.
I returned the book on Monday. Ms. Emmeline asks if I liked it.
“Yes. I liked it very much.” I replied.
That’s the story of a very strange book, a very strange Friday, and an adventure only I know about.
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Book called-The W.i.t.c.h series
I love how its a graphic novel but I also love how the best friends work together and even if they don't get along or go through hard times they still have each other as friends. This is my first time so I think you mean what the book is about so I explain that if its not then I can redo it.
The W.i.t.c.h series is about these 5 girls- Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin they are all guardians of Kandrakar and have to work together to save it but apart from that they also have their real life's which they have to be prepared for anything. They also have to make sure no one knows their secret so when they have to create astro drops which are themselves just no really themselves. Anyways I hope you enjoy the book series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love how its a graphic novel but I also love how the best friends work together and even if they don't get along or go through hard times they still have each other as friends. This is my first time so I think you mean what the book is about so I explain that if its not then I can redo it.
The W.i.t.c.h series is about these 5 girls- Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin they are all guardians of Kandrakar and have to work together to save it but apart from that they also have their real life's which they have to be prepared for anything. They also have to make sure no one knows their secret so when they have to create astro drops which are themselves just no really themselves. Anyways I hope you enjoy the book series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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In a book I read called “Wings of Fire: The Poison Jungle” the main character Sundew is in denial of her relationship with her parents. I really liked her thoughts of denial and how she felt she had to push her feelings away. So I decided to in cooperate that into my main character, since she is very reserved, and often blatantly states how she doesn't care. It was also inspired by a scratcher I really admire. Here's my writing, it's 449 words long:
They had, however, captured my non attractiveness. It wasn’t just my constant sour facial expressions, but I was skinny, my fur looked like brown dust, and my eyes had no light in them. They were an amber that looked burned out, as if I was some mad cat craved for jewels. But I WAS NOT. I for one, love high risk stealing and I am certainly not in any vulnerable state at all. I am not mad, doing anything to get by, I am perfectly well and sane. I just happen to like the chase and anticipation. I’m just… not ever satisfied with my treasure collection. It’s always more, more, more. It often feels good to take a break for a while, BUT I WANT to steal. Right? Of course I do! I also kind of have to now… since I’m a wanted criminal and can’t stroll into a marketplace… It’s better for me this way though. It is. Dawn was therefore content, but something in the teeny back of her mind was telling her that she wasn’t as happy as she told herself she was.
To calm my mind, I stole a net of fish that night. It would make a good decoration for my den. Somehow, I still had trouble falling asleep. No, it was probably because of the rough nest I had to make quickly. I didn’t have time to go back to my den.
I blinked open her eyes rapidly. My vision cleared, and I saw a white and brown spotted cat standing over me. I lunged at the cat, it was a female. But she jumped out of the way and ran out of the den. What the- I thought. I ran outside, and the cold air hit my face. I looked around. No sign of the she-cat.
“Hello?” I called, “who are you? I just want to talk!” Well, that is until I know if you’re a threat or not. I narrowed my eyes. I knew I had a lot of enemies, this could lead to my downfall, and I never fall. Come’on Dawn, think! There has to be a reason that cat was here. You just have to find it out.
I examined every bush and tree, to make sure the cat was truly gone, and settled down outside my den. There was something familiar about the cat… suddenly, an icy feeling grasped at my chest and squeezed my brain. I cried out. Memories. NO. Those would not come back.
My head jerked up, and I almost fell out of my nest. My nest? Ahhh! It was just a dream. Stupid me, I thought. NEVER let yourself get vulnerable like that AGAIN.
They had, however, captured my non attractiveness. It wasn’t just my constant sour facial expressions, but I was skinny, my fur looked like brown dust, and my eyes had no light in them. They were an amber that looked burned out, as if I was some mad cat craved for jewels. But I WAS NOT. I for one, love high risk stealing and I am certainly not in any vulnerable state at all. I am not mad, doing anything to get by, I am perfectly well and sane. I just happen to like the chase and anticipation. I’m just… not ever satisfied with my treasure collection. It’s always more, more, more. It often feels good to take a break for a while, BUT I WANT to steal. Right? Of course I do! I also kind of have to now… since I’m a wanted criminal and can’t stroll into a marketplace… It’s better for me this way though. It is. Dawn was therefore content, but something in the teeny back of her mind was telling her that she wasn’t as happy as she told herself she was.
To calm my mind, I stole a net of fish that night. It would make a good decoration for my den. Somehow, I still had trouble falling asleep. No, it was probably because of the rough nest I had to make quickly. I didn’t have time to go back to my den.
I blinked open her eyes rapidly. My vision cleared, and I saw a white and brown spotted cat standing over me. I lunged at the cat, it was a female. But she jumped out of the way and ran out of the den. What the- I thought. I ran outside, and the cold air hit my face. I looked around. No sign of the she-cat.
“Hello?” I called, “who are you? I just want to talk!” Well, that is until I know if you’re a threat or not. I narrowed my eyes. I knew I had a lot of enemies, this could lead to my downfall, and I never fall. Come’on Dawn, think! There has to be a reason that cat was here. You just have to find it out.
I examined every bush and tree, to make sure the cat was truly gone, and settled down outside my den. There was something familiar about the cat… suddenly, an icy feeling grasped at my chest and squeezed my brain. I cried out. Memories. NO. Those would not come back.
My head jerked up, and I almost fell out of my nest. My nest? Ahhh! It was just a dream. Stupid me, I thought. NEVER let yourself get vulnerable like that AGAIN.
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I recently read a book/Webtoon called “UnOrdinary.” It's about a boy named John in a world where there's a hierarchy between “low-tiers”, “mid-tiers”, “elite-tiers”, “high-tiers” and/or “god-tiers”. Your level of ability defines whether you are a low-tier, mid-tier, elite-tier or high-tier. However, there are challenges in the way… It's a fantasy/superhero comic.
Things I liked about the Webcomic:
The well-planned story plot
The different personalities
The creative foreshadowing (for example, in a deck of cards)
The introduction
Inspired writing:
There was a competition for all kinds of kids, some went to watch, some filled in as backup, while others were lined up as fighters. Among them, my friends and I were protectors, meaning we stop any aggressive behaviour from the competitors, placing ourselves in the middle of the game. Though, it was a fair game, one-against-one.
I say it was an easy job, we were chosen for it, so we took the opportunity because we had magic to help us.
They didn't.
Arms, legs, were what they used.
I kicked a rock on the sidewalk. It bounced until I put my hand in front of it. The rock floated in mid-air, then dropped again. I had trouble holding the power too long, but I had a few friends to support me. Stacey and Bradley. However, they were siblings.
“CLEA!” I turn around, as the surroundings zoom into perspective. We were in the neighbourhood, lots of houses and children playing on their driveway.
One was playing basketball, but with three balls.
“HEY ONE IS ENOUGH!” I heard their mom say.
“CLEA, CLEA, YOU THERE?”
“I… h-hi!” I say, it was Stacey, her curly short blond hair covered her eyes, “Stace! Oh! Hey Bradley!”
“Hey Clementine, fancy skirt you have there,” Bradley said calmly.
“Thanks, the competition's tonight, I thought we might have a little chat before the big night,” I said. I had tanned skin, dark-brown hair, in french braids and ___ eyes.
“Well you could've came to our house,” Stacey said, then added as a second thought, “but it's a lovely view, I guess.”
“So what are you going to talk about?” Bradley said.
“Er-” I hesitated.
“We talked about it yesterday right? We can just blow the whistle and if they don't stop, blast them apart Brad, Clea can help and I'll freeze them in their place, so they could have a chance to listen to what I say.”
“Okay Miss. Bossy,” Bradley said, as he put his hand in front of his sister. Stacey was pulled in the air and dropped to the ground, a few meters away from her starting point.
“BRADLEY STOP,” I yelled.
“Y-you want to play?” huffed Stacey.
“STOP STOP,” I yelled.
“Whatever, I'll meet you all tonight anyway, good luck, bye Clea,” Stacey said and stormed off.
“Bye Clementine!” Bradley said.
“Yeah… bye,” I said. There was nothing I can do, I wasn't much stronger anyways, but we weren't going to fight, we're protectors.
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The moon was out, but the light was visible. The darkness was supposed to be one of the obstacles, this competition was called “Nighters Fight.” The stadium was big and watchers were seated around the field.
“HEY YOU GUYS ARE LATE,” I yelled.
“Sorry, what's all the noise?” Stacey said, “also… sorry about this morning, we'll back you up anyways!”
“It's fine, apparently it was two against one fighter marching to the pit!!!”
To be continued…
(532 words)
LOL I DIDN'T SPELL CHECK YET >U<
Things I liked about the Webcomic:
The well-planned story plot
The different personalities
The creative foreshadowing (for example, in a deck of cards)
The introduction
Inspired writing:
There was a competition for all kinds of kids, some went to watch, some filled in as backup, while others were lined up as fighters. Among them, my friends and I were protectors, meaning we stop any aggressive behaviour from the competitors, placing ourselves in the middle of the game. Though, it was a fair game, one-against-one.
I say it was an easy job, we were chosen for it, so we took the opportunity because we had magic to help us.
They didn't.
Arms, legs, were what they used.
I kicked a rock on the sidewalk. It bounced until I put my hand in front of it. The rock floated in mid-air, then dropped again. I had trouble holding the power too long, but I had a few friends to support me. Stacey and Bradley. However, they were siblings.
“CLEA!” I turn around, as the surroundings zoom into perspective. We were in the neighbourhood, lots of houses and children playing on their driveway.
One was playing basketball, but with three balls.
“HEY ONE IS ENOUGH!” I heard their mom say.
“CLEA, CLEA, YOU THERE?”
“I… h-hi!” I say, it was Stacey, her curly short blond hair covered her eyes, “Stace! Oh! Hey Bradley!”
“Hey Clementine, fancy skirt you have there,” Bradley said calmly.
“Thanks, the competition's tonight, I thought we might have a little chat before the big night,” I said. I had tanned skin, dark-brown hair, in french braids and ___ eyes.
“Well you could've came to our house,” Stacey said, then added as a second thought, “but it's a lovely view, I guess.”
“So what are you going to talk about?” Bradley said.
“Er-” I hesitated.
“We talked about it yesterday right? We can just blow the whistle and if they don't stop, blast them apart Brad, Clea can help and I'll freeze them in their place, so they could have a chance to listen to what I say.”
“Okay Miss. Bossy,” Bradley said, as he put his hand in front of his sister. Stacey was pulled in the air and dropped to the ground, a few meters away from her starting point.
“BRADLEY STOP,” I yelled.
“Y-you want to play?” huffed Stacey.
“STOP STOP,” I yelled.
“Whatever, I'll meet you all tonight anyway, good luck, bye Clea,” Stacey said and stormed off.
“Bye Clementine!” Bradley said.
“Yeah… bye,” I said. There was nothing I can do, I wasn't much stronger anyways, but we weren't going to fight, we're protectors.
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The moon was out, but the light was visible. The darkness was supposed to be one of the obstacles, this competition was called “Nighters Fight.” The stadium was big and watchers were seated around the field.
“HEY YOU GUYS ARE LATE,” I yelled.
“Sorry, what's all the noise?” Stacey said, “also… sorry about this morning, we'll back you up anyways!”
“It's fine, apparently it was two against one fighter marching to the pit!!!”
To be continued…
(532 words)
LOL I DIDN'T SPELL CHECK YET >U<
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SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Please don’t necropost!
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SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Please don’t necropost!ti, suggestions, and some other forums don't have necroposting, so it wouldn't count here.
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SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Hi! I'm making a comic series with another scratcher, and I was doing a thumbnail contest, and they said ‘can I draw my oc?; we said yes, and that they could do the thumbnail for chapter 4. They said they were done, and when we checked it out, IT WAS A WHOLE OTHER CHAPTER! and I’m not that popular of a scratcher, so they have alot more ppl looking at their posts! I'm afraid that people will start making other chapters, and I'll get in trouble because other, more popular ppl will be making more chapters, I'll speak out about it, and get reported for plagiarizing MY OWN STORYLINE!!!
this is the ‘chapter 4’ they made without my permission.
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1235992558/
Last edited by flamestar6788 (Oct. 31, 2025 14:34:01)
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SWC Workshop: Inspiration vs. Plagiarism
Hi! I'm making a comic series with another scratcher, and I was doing a thumbnail contest, and they said ‘can I draw my oc?; we said yes, and that they could do the thumbnail for chapter 4. They said they were done, and when we checked it out, IT WAS A WHOLE OTHER CHAPTER! and I’m not that popular of a scratcher, so they have alot more ppl looking at their posts! I'm afraid that people will start making other chapters, and I'll get in trouble because other, more popular ppl will be making more chapters, I'll speak out about it, and get reported for plagiarizing MY OWN STORYLINE!!!
this is the ‘chapter 4’ they made without my permission.
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1235992558/
Not the scratcher I'm doing the story with. They good. A random person.
I'm the one flame's doing the storyline with. she here with me rn.
Last edited by hungergamesgirl2025 (Oct. 31, 2025 14:50:28)
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