❁ hello and welcome to my SWC July 2021 writing folder! ❁

here you'll find…

- dailies + weeklies
- activities
- random writing
- and more!

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rules-

- please be respectful of all rules
- helpful + friendly critiques are allowed but be kind and don't be rude please ;;
- don't get mad at me for writing in all lowercase in parts like this, it's for aesthetic xD
- be kind
- not a rule but swc is scratch writing camp! i'm in adventure cabin
- do not plagiarize or steal my writing in any way

note-

when i'm speaking like or it means it's not part of actual context or just an additional note or when i'm using it in a piece it will be me talking. thanks!

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when critiquing, please specify the specific piece you'll be critiquing thanks!

have fun reading!


- cheri

❁ Weekly #1 ❁

https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/525971/?page=1#post-5395258

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CHARACTERS

for my first character, I did the plant one and did Ficus.

“tough group of plants often grown indoors” I can say that they're pretty tough and brave but also has a softer side.
“ranging from creeping vine to giant tree.” They always overachieve, creeping up to the top. But sometimes, things can stop them and they become a sitting tree.
“glossy leaves grow in a variety of colors and patterns” Has a lot of mood swings and swings from outfit to personality to other things etc, but is very colorful and bright in their own way.
“it survives in a wide variety of conditions.” independent, able to adapt to new places easily, doesn't trust easily, and can move on quickly.

+111 words

For my 2nd character I did the random person generator and got this:



Some traits I see fit to this person is:
- Mature, not childish and always trying to make others/her family proud
- Cares a lot about her beauty and how others see her
- Calm, doesn't get too excited about a lot of things
- Not very talkative, quiet, keeps secrets well
- Very proper and intelligent
- Even though she's very mature, calm, and proper, she has a softer and more loose-spirited side around people she trusts
- That being said, she doesn't trust easily.
- Insecure about herself, always worried of how she may appear to others.

+91 words

and that's my 2nd character!

more in-depth descriptions
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1st character-

Alyvia is very brave, not scared to take risks to save someone's life. But some have come to discover she has a softer side, a side that is more of her outgoing, free-spirit shining through and not as independent as some see her. She always overachieves, trying to impress everyone and make others proud of her accomplishments. She always tries to climb to the top of the highest mountain of goals even if it's said to be impossible. That being said, she's gets distracted rather easily, wanting to see the beauty of the world from within. Alyvia does have quite a lot of mood swings and swings from person to person to try and fit in better. With this, she is also very bright and colorful in her own way. She's also very independent and is able to adapt to new places pretty easily. Aly doesn't trust easily but can move on quickly.
With her fiery reddish-orange wavey hair and her emerald green eyes, Alyvia can do almost anything once she sets her mind to it. Her skin is pale but has an added touch of color with the freckles spotted on her cheeks and nose.

+197 words

2nd character-

Vera , an auburn-haired, tan-skinned, heterochromatic eyes is a very calm, collected, and mature woman. Although she's only 17, she acts as if older. She always dresses to impress, wanting to be the one to shine and make others proud. That being said, she's quite insecure about her looks and beauty in and out always being worried about what others may think of her. Vera tends to care a lot about her looks and how others see her in fear she won't fit in. In school, Vera gets the top grades and is very intelligent as well as proper, and beautifully executes everything. She isn't very talkative, but keeps secrets very well and is easy to trust, but isn't easy to trust others. All of this being said, she does have a softer side to people she trusts where her loose spirit cuts through for once.

+152 words

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PLOT

I got Atychiphobia, the fear of failure. My plot is “She smelled gas in the room, even before she opened the door” The plot will follow Vera, this would be a backstory-type thing. It would involve her meeting Alyvia as an enemy from the ‘other side’ but soon became friends after Vera saved her from an almost disaster of a gas leak in her house. They would become friends, but that would result in war from both sides and chaos. The gas leak has been saved, but it was only the beginning. Many more leaks arose throughout both sides and it would cause many deaths and more chaos to arise.

+110 words

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SETTING

I choose the ice-cream flavor Honeycomb.
The description is “Despite being called honeycomb, it’s not made from any honey at all. It’s made with caramel candy. That all might seem confusing until you realize that ice cream is also made without ice. Your whole life has been a lie.”

In this town, it is split into two separate sections. The rich and the poor. Despite being called ‘HappyHoneyville’ , the town is made with no happiness or honey. It is divided and not very cheery on either side. Once you dig deep enough, you can find many gooey secrets that have been hiding and lurking within. The top layer of the town is a rough land with poor quality, but once you venture into the ‘rich’ side, the quality is greater and the houses and lands greener and bigger and posher. Some who become poor after living in the rich parts say their whole life was a lie, they weren't getting the best of ‘both worlds’. Some say nothing makes them happier than living out the dream, whether it be in the poor area or the rich parts. Sometimes, you may find that the poor area of the town has greater sentimental value because of the people there and the families that reunite. Even the small, little things that wouldn't impress anyone in the rich parts have greater value in the poor area. This town also has many surprises. Maybe one day there will be a tornado that helps clean the streets. Or a giant wave that gives water to the poor. Sometimes there are weeks and weeks of no rain, and then a week of rain that waters the land and lets nature grow. This land, this town… so full of mysteries, yes. Or maybe there will be a special something…someone…that will come and revive this sad town. Maybe.

+266 words

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all planning total words: 927 words

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STORY


She smelled gas in the room, even before she opened the door. Slowly but surely, with her best friend crouching beside her, Vera Dougless turned the brass doorknob and turned it open. As she and her friend, Alyvia Davidson, crawled into the room they both began to notice the bodies scattered across the floor and the smoke everywhere in the room. Vera coughed, her eyes stinging and smoke filling her lungs. She inhaled slowly, then exhaled the gas-filled air. “We need to-” Pause. Cough. “-patch the leak…” Tears spilled from her eyes and her best friend stood. “I'll do it…” Alyvia choked on the air before walking over the bodies to the eye of the gas storm. “You get the people out of here and call an ambulance!” She ordered before turning to the exposed leak. Vera began to work and got most of the bodies out of the room when she heard a scream and a thud. The scream was familiar. It was Alyvia's scream.

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Vera Douglass was a fine young woman with beautiful, wavey auburn hair and golden-tan skin. She'd always been a posh, well-respected girl who only got the finest of things. Obviously, she lived on the rich side of the city. She'd just been taking a walk when her father hurried to her. “My beautiful daughter, there you are!” “Yes, father?” Her face was confused, but her posture showed importance and tolerance. “A fine man has arrived…his family is very rich and holds much land. He has requested lunch with you.” He paused, letting this sink in. “If this goes well, I'd like to arrange a marriage.” Seeing the disbelief on his daughter's face, he continued. “If you marry this man, our riches and land will expand and I–*ahem*–we'll be able to conquer most of this land and rule with great pride.” He stood proudly and smiled down at Vera. “This will greatly aid our family, Vera.” That touched a nerve. Vera had always been wanting to help her people and her family, especially her father. “Yes, father. This sounds like a great opportunity for our family and our lands. Thank you for bestowing this upon me. I will get ready now.” She bowed to her father, then left to her room. It was quite an abundance of room and space, big enough to fit 100 people, probably more. She got in her finest dress in a beautiful forest green color and shoes that were diamond-encrusted as well as did her hair, makeup, and added some accessories for bling and to show the wealth of her family. She heard a call for her name and walked downstairs. Her dress flowed in the air as she lightly held the railing and descended down the great stairway. A fake, yet believable, smile appeared on her face as she curtseyed in front of the young man who'd invited her for lunch. He bowed and took her hand, giving a light kiss to the top of it then walking with her to the limo that would take them to their destination.
Upon arrival at the great garden where they would enjoy their lunch, Vera questioned the sudden want of marriage. Would it be so important for the lands to grow much more? They already had many acres of land as well as a lot of riches to buy more. Why must she go to the extent of marrying someone? She shook these wonders out of her mind as the young man pulled out a chair for her to sit. She thanked him, taking a seat. “Lady Vera, what a fine day to be going on such an outing. I am glad you accepted my requests.” “Why, of course. The sun is shining as bright as the gold.” A hoarse laugh escaped her mouth as he laughed along. “Yes, yes. It is very nice to meet you, Ms. Vera.” He smiled politely and bowed his head. She nodded in return. “You too…” Vera then realized he'd never told her his name. Quite rude if she would say so herself. “Oh, great apologizes Ms. Vera. I am Price Ericson III.” “What a fine name, Prince Ericson III.” She said it perfectly with a sweet ring in her voice.
Lunch went perfectly and a marriage was arranged. This was the moment Vera decided to run.
She ran far down, away from the acres of land and the responsibilities of her position. Soon, she found herself in the lands of the poor. The roads were cracked and she almost stepped in some disgusting stuff. She shuddered at the eerie breeze and the unknown smells. It seemed very empty if you weren't counting the homeless people on the streets, wet and dirty. Vera stepped over them carefully and clenched her teeth. What was she thinking?! “I ought to return home…” She thought out loud before starting home. Soon enough, she was lost. Vera wandered into a store and the bell coughed a broken ring. “H-hello? Does anyone happen to be here? I've lost my way and would be pleased if someone would show me home…” Her voice was staggered and not as confident as she'd like it to be. A cloaked person appeared out of the shadows. “Oh lookie here, boys! A pretty princess has wandered into our town.” A burst of belly laughter erupted from the voice and echoed across the room. “What do you want, your majesty? You wanna make our lives worse?” The tone was set straight once more as the cloaked person approached Vera. “Who…” Before she could finish her sentence, the cloaked person unveiled herself. She had fiery red hair and beautiful emerald green eyes that shone like the real gem. Yet, her expression was blankly unimpressed. “I'm Alyvia Davidson. The owner of this shop and the most trusted in this land.” Her voice was powerful, strong, and steady. Vera didn't show fear. She straightened. “If you're the most trusted, you must know your way around. Would you happen to know the way out of this… place?” She didn't know the official name as the rich side didn't really care for the poor as long as they stayed out and away from their lands. “We call this ”place“ the Valleys of the Lost.” Vera shuddered. “Fun ring to it, right?” The men around her agreed with laughter. “Leave us alone.” She ordered the men and they parted ways out the shop. The only sound now was the echo of the creak of the stairs and the broken floorboards. “What brings you here, princess?” “I- I ran from my home because…” “You ran? From your posh, amazing hilltop palace… to here?” Alyvia interrupted. “Well– yes. I was set for an arranged marriage that would bind more land and help us grow our money empire. I was reluctant but went on with the idea. I couldn't handle the pressure and ran.” Coughing laughter came from the girl, now standing directly in front of Vera. “Of course, Princess can't handle the pressure. Ironic.” She now circled Vera, walking in slow, long steps. “You seem nice. I'll walk you home.” This seemed off to Vera. “With one condition.” “There it is…” Vera thought. “You give me a bag of gold. Just one.” Vera nodded in agreement and they started home.
“So… how is it here in the Valley of the Lost?” She asked, reciting the name from memory. “It's… difficult. Not much of anything, really.” “Oh… I'm so, so sorry…” Vera began to show pitiful sympathy towards Alyvia and her town. “It's ok.” She smiled, then stopped, acting surprised. “I haven't…smiled in a while,” She laughed and looked at Vera. Vera tilted her head. “We're here.” Alyvia looked over at the great abundance of land that welcomed people to the rich side as well as security and scanning for ‘rich’ blood and to make sure you belonged. “Wow…” Vera had just noticed the odd quantity of security and check-ins. “Thanks, by the way… you can call me Aly.” The smile appeared again before the girl disappeared into thin air, it seemed. “Your welcome, Aly.”
A few weeks later, Aly and Vera became the best of friends. They began to meet at the border and, sometimes, Aly snuck out of the poor area and came to Vera's house. It was great. Until the poor began to rebel. They had found out about Aly and Vera and began to demand justice and rights. Soon, gas leaks began in the rich people's houses across the lands, killing many. The land had spun into chaos.
Aly and Vera became the local heroes, usually saving others from the leaks in their houses. The rich began to go at war with the poor, making leaks in their houses as well. One day, as Vera and Aly were walking to Aly's shop, gas filled the air lightly around them. “Oh no…” Aly gasped.
She smelled gas in the room, even before she opened the door. Slowly but surely, with her best friend crouching beside her, Vera grabbed the brass doorknob and turned it open. As she and Aly crawled into the room they both began to notice the bodies scattered across the floor and the smoke everywhere in the room. Vera coughed, her eyes stinging and smoke filling her lungs. She inhaled slowly, then exhaled the gas-filled air. “We need to-” Pause. Cough. “-patch the leak…” Tears spilled from her eyes and her best friend stood. “I'll do it…” Alyvia choked on the air before walking over the bodies to the eye of the gas storm. “You get the people out of here and call an ambulance!” She ordered before turning to the exposed leak. Vera began to work and got most of the bodies out of the room when she heard a scream and a thud. The scream was familiar. It was Aly's scream.
“ALY!” The leak had been patched and all the people had been moved out. The place was about to blow due to all the gas that had already escaped and the patch wasn't very good. Vera rushed to Aly's body on the floor, scooped her up, and threw herself and Aly out of the door the store. She covered her ears as the shop exploded before their eyes. Vera looked back at Aly's body, her eyes shut and laying motionless. “Aly?” Vera said, as if she'd just wake up. “ALY!?”
Tears slid down Vera's still-perfect face, though it had a few dirt marks. “Aly please…” She sobbed for hours until she finally picked Aly up and brought her home. Laying her on a bed, she covered Alyvia with a blanket and sat nearby. Soon, she awoke. “ALY!” Immedietly getting up and hugging her, Vera's tears returned. “I'm okay… but the shop…” Vera shook her head. “And the town… our town…” She looked down. “It's so divided..so horrible!” Vera nodded, then thought of a plan. She whispered it in Aly's ears and they excitedly went to bed, awaiting the next day.
The next day, they went on with their plan. They gathered tools and materials and built. The two friends had already planned a blueprint and now they built. It took about a week, but it was finally complete. A great, big building right on the border. Inside, there were paintings telling the stories of each town and how we were all the same, all humans, it was just a matter of wealth and overabundence of pride. The two lands entered the great building and came to piece.

From then on, Vera and Alyvia were known as the heroes of the Valley of Friendship and were given great respect. Not for their wealth or for what they did. For the fact they could suck up their prides and bring the valley back together.

And that's how the story ends.




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GRAND TOTAL WORD COUNT…

2,953

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wooo! that was fun and exhausting xd

hope you enjoyed!

- cheri

❁ daily #1 ❁


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A day in the life of…
A period.

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Hi. I'm Peri, a period. No, not like a period in time or something. Just a simple dot. Maybe an accidental splatter of ink. I'm pretty straightforward. Just a dot you use after your sentence. Well, maybe that's what you think.
There is this little girl, Maya, who uses me horribly. She writes sentences like this, “Hi. My name. is Maya. Yay.” Like…what?! First, you need to use exclamation points, no more period. period. period. MORE EXPRESSION! Ok, ok. I know I do sorta like being in the spotlight and knowing she–and others–like me so much, but you need to branch out a bit! Also, who invented interrobangs‽ They are SO confusing! But also fun…
Anyways! Today I decided to use my amazing, fine skill of being a small dot to my advantage. You know periods are more than just used to stop a sentence! I can be two eyes to a wacky face ._. or be used to add suspense to a situation…
Y'all'd've known this if Maya wouldn't have ruined the show… but Y'all'd've is a real combination! Cool, huh?
You see that? I just used apostrophes, periods, exclamation points, commas, and question marks in ONE SENTENCE!
See, we all need to work TOGETHER to make up perfect, amazing sentences!
You know, some call me a real ‘road blocker’ because I um.. road block- get it? no? ok-.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed my odd little rant! See ya!

- Peri.

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hope you enjoyed my writing as well as Peri's rant xD byee!

- cheri <3

❁ daily #2 ❁

https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/527440/?page=1#post-5415305

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for this daily, i wrote one example on a romantic relationship using my characters…

- Niagra + Aster

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Something lands in front of me. A seed. Kind of dull, but it lures me closer. “What…is that?” I ask the white cat perched beside me. “It's a grief seed, Niagra. It fuels your gem, your power.” It's tail swishes back and forth in a mesmerizing way. I have been feeling some weight on my shoulders since I'd made a contract with Kyubey 3 days ago. I bend down and take the grief seed in my hand. It's cold and almost weightless yet feels heavy with sadness and grief. I look at my soul gem on my left shoulder. It swirled with hues of blue and green, but it mixed with a black, gooey color. I put the seed against my gem and instantly feel better. Most of the black had vanished. I'm finally getting the hang of this!
I change into my casual wear and begin to walk home, my white hair bouncing in the ponytail as I walk. Suddenly, I hear a scream. It's terrifying, really. A skreeching, painful scream. I spawn my soul gem and see a witch labyrinth nearby. Maybe a magical girl needs help? I don't want to be vulnerable or naive, but I feel like making a friend would be nice! I change into my magical girl outfit and hop into the labyrinth. It's dark until a dim light shines from the middle of the room. The labyrinth is school-themed with a giant desk in the middle of it and papers with “F's” on them. I wander through the dark room when I spot the witch. It's behind the giant desk and in front of the biggest chalk board I've ever seen with the words “POP QUIZ” printed messily on it. Then, I see him. A boy, about my age, sitting in one of the desks screaming his head off. In a few quick shots, I find the witch's weak spot, hit it, and take the grief seed. The boy is curled in a ball sobbing. His skin is a pale, frosty color. His eyes, a beautiful ocean blue. I shake my head before leaning down to him. “Are– are you ok?” “Y-yeah I–” He looks up and stares at me for a few minutes. “Uh…” I don't know what to say. “S-sorry… What was that?” “Are you a magical– boy??” “No… I just… followed this girl and then fell into a weird room…” I think about this. The girl must've been trying to get into the labyrinth to fight a witch or something. Or maybe… was she the witch? I shake the thoughts out of my head again before smiling warmly at the boy. “It's ok… er- here-” I hand him a warm washcloth I had on hand and sat there patiently. He looks up and smiles at me. And that's how it all began.
A few months later, we were couple. I had mastered all my magical girl abilities and stuff and he knew about everything. We did have struggles with me keeping secrets from him *cough cough* my soul in trapped in a gem *cough cough* and such but our relationship went pretty… smooth, I guess. But who knows, things can change.