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Scratcher
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swc july 2021 - weekly #2
how do you add photos in the topic? i already got 3 random sprites and a random backdrop. i also screenshot those 4 pictures but scratch asked for a link so i don't know how to do it.you need an image host. a lot of people use cubeupload but it requires an account. if you can't make one, you can also set the image to the thumbnail of a project, go to your my stuff, right click it and click “copy image address” and use that link
thanks a lot!how do you add photos to the topic? I already got 3 random sprites and a random backdrop. I also screenshot those 4 pictures but scratch asked for a link so I don't know how to do it.Well, what I did was add them in a project itself and write that first bit in the desc. The second and third tasks I will write in a forum.
#MysteryCabinForTheWin
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
for some reason i want to “bump” my writing so here: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/5430479/
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Scratcher
10 posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Hello i’m hyanna! I am from adventure cabin, with alyelle as the leader and ryn and sana.
For the mini activity, i got random sprites reindeer and dinosaur, and the random backdrop is the arctic. So here’s my story..
There was a girl that is strong enough to live in the arctic, but she still need fire to survive. The girl also need food. However, she went hunting for food every morning. One morning when she was hunting, she found a magical reindeer that could fly. The girl ride the reindeer flying up high and suddenly they got eaten by a tall brontosaurus!
BAM!!
Now for the cabin character story stuff..
Adventure was powerful and has the most points among the others, but it was still not enough. He tried to steal points and energies from fairy tales and mythology. But adventure wouldn’t want to tell such things about how he was stealing points and energies.
He kept quiet so they wouldn’t hate him..
Real-fi discovered about how adventure was stealing points, real-fi wants to be a hero and tell all truth to fairy tales and mythology. They kicked adventure out of their realm but adventure haven’t returned their points and energy. Adventure finally has enough and he ruled all realms. He created a sceptre, boosted a power and there was a very loud blaring sound. Everything becomes under adventure’s control.
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Okay that’s it finished
Thanks!
Have a nice day!
For the mini activity, i got random sprites reindeer and dinosaur, and the random backdrop is the arctic. So here’s my story..
There was a girl that is strong enough to live in the arctic, but she still need fire to survive. The girl also need food. However, she went hunting for food every morning. One morning when she was hunting, she found a magical reindeer that could fly. The girl ride the reindeer flying up high and suddenly they got eaten by a tall brontosaurus!
BAM!!
Now for the cabin character story stuff..
Adventure was powerful and has the most points among the others, but it was still not enough. He tried to steal points and energies from fairy tales and mythology. But adventure wouldn’t want to tell such things about how he was stealing points and energies.
He kept quiet so they wouldn’t hate him..
Real-fi discovered about how adventure was stealing points, real-fi wants to be a hero and tell all truth to fairy tales and mythology. They kicked adventure out of their realm but adventure haven’t returned their points and energy. Adventure finally has enough and he ruled all realms. He created a sceptre, boosted a power and there was a very loud blaring sound. Everything becomes under adventure’s control.
___________________________________________________________________________________
Okay that’s it finished
Thanks!
Have a nice day!
- clarem12
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Scratcher
100+ posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Part 1: project editor generator
Background:
(unable to get photo)
Sprites:
(unable to get photos)
Tree:
I have chosen to interpret the tree as a forest
Rock:
I have chosen to interpret the stone sprite as part of a stone structure
Key:
I have left the key as a normal key
Starry sky:
The starry sky to me means the story is set mainly at night
Story:
They had almost made it, they were almost there. Celite thought desperately, her heart thundering as she watched two figures slide behind the tree next to hers. It was Two dark to see them clearly but she knew and it was Mira and Storim when one of them started reaching across to hold her hand. She grabbed it quickly holding her breath as she twines her fingers around Storims rough skin leaning back onto her tree until the sound of pounding boots fades. Storim shifts away from her drawing his dagger and rising to his feet silhouette painted against a nearby tree. She stands starting to follow him pulling out a weapon of her own and staying silent until she knew Mira had done the same.
They trudge along quietly until they come to the edge of the forest then one by one they slink out of the tree line and onto the moonlit path ahead. And as they brush past the plants that hand over the rough track Celite stays low avoiding the view of their pursuer.
She breathes in the crisp air and moves her wrist to grip her dagger tighter then she slides her free hand down down the side of her cloak to pull the worn grey material closer. They continue in a painful silence until the path becomes no more than forest. She pauses for a split second unsure of where to go but Mira grabs her wrist gently and pulls her forward. They Didn’t have time for this, not now, they had to keep moving. they were so close, too close to give up. And now they move swiftly through the forest being careful to leave no trace of themselves as they cut through the foliage. And as they flee their destiny the clouds part letting speckled moonlight decorate the ground underneath the canopy. It should have been beautiful but fear pulsed deep inside her and made her move as they darted through the undergrowth, twisting away from the thorns that tangled themselves through their path until they reached a stream. This Will tell them where to go, Celite thinks. But Storim pulls them away from the bank, wanting them to keep a distance from the mud and reeds. But they struggle on until the trees become few and the sun starts to glint on the horizon splashing the sky with oranges and purples. That was when she sees it. It was further away than she knew but she could definitely see it. She stares at it squinting to see a tall stone structure on a distant hill. It was in the direction that the river flowed and for barely a second Celite lets herself to smile as she studys what she can make out. But then She jolts Back cut off by a scream that rattles through the air.
Celite swings around heart thumping in her ears as she sees something that nearly makes her scream with terror. Mira her best friend Swaying an arrow Through her back a little golden key in her palm. And as she falls, thrusting the key out of her grip and into Celites hands she whispers one word “run”. Celite starts at Mira trembling but Storim grabs her shoulders and pulls her away and as she turns to struggle she freezes to watch him tears streaming down his face and he repeats the word yelling it. So she listens and they run.
Part 2: Cabin characters
Adventure had been watching the other cabins for a long time choosing friends and enemies carefully staying neutral with many. He played his game carefully watching over Myth and fairy tales protecting them all whilst fighting as siblings do. But Adventure particularly hated mystery. And then adventure did something horrible unforgivable.
Mystery stood pressed against an alley wall, fear and questions curling through them as they hid in the shadows. They were far from the high seas adventure usually sailed but that was before things had changed.
Adventure had been neutral with them but one small joke had set them off and fairy tales disliking them didn’t help. Mystery had to be careful, had to be sneaky. The others were turning on them too quickly for no reason and with adventure ruling things were becoming dangerous. But adventure had never done anything like this mystery, though desperately something had changed.
Mystery looks around then slowly creeps out into the alley. They needed to know what was going on, needed clues and information. But nobody would help them and they couldn’t do this alone. And as despair starts to spread a familiar face steps into the light. It was the unmistakably myth with her long snaky hair and her pale skin.
“Hello Mystery” she says in a quiet but god-like tone. Mystery quavers contemplating everything “how did you find me” he asks. Mystery stops he had barely ever talked to myth let alone had a full conversation. What did she want? “Well a woman has her ways” she stops pausing for a painful second “but you are always in the shadows as hard as it may be to find you” she added calmly. He drones as he watches her. She is an adventures sister. Whatever her reason for being here it couldn’t mean anything good. “Now don’t give me that face, I am here to assist you” she says it boldly as he looks away from her “ohh and I won’t turn you to stone as much fun as it may be” she adds the last part on playfully. He looks up at her “what do you mean by help me” he asks with as much confidence as he can muster. Mystery studies her looking for anything that might clue him to her purpose but before he can say anything Mythology speaks again “adventure is… different and so is fairy tail, especially fairy tail. I have the horrible feeling she has her tiny little fingers all over this and I don’t like it. So I am siding with you because you are their victim”. A victim was that all he was to her, no he could see she thought many other things. Myth begins to walk over to him “we must leave now. The others will be hot on our trail” she says as he nods in agreement then follows her as she continues to walk.
Somehow they have come to a meadow with pretty little flowers and plants decorating it. Unusual animals are moving all around it, most grazing on the lush grass, and a cabin sits in the center with golden light coming from the windows. “So this is where fairy tales lives?” mystery asks. Myth pauses for a second as if contemplating what to say “no but this is where she spends most of her time” she replies. Mystery had been in many fights with fairy tales before this seemed like the exact place the beautiful dark skinned girl would call home. And as they walk towards the house mystery starts to notice the golden glow coming off all the plants and animals. But Myth breaks the silence “she isn’t home as of now” she states knowingly. But mystery doesn't mind her speaking up, it makes him relax a little.
They eventually reach the big wooden doors at the front of the cottage. Mystery traces his fingers along the beautiful carvings etched into it but moves away as myth pushes them open. The hallways are clean and every room is sweet and cozy, even her armory. He hunts through the house leaving no trace of himself all while finding the clues they need as myth follows him eating cookies. They work for a few more minutes making slow but decent progress when they both hear the doors open downstairs. He slides into a dark shadowy corner disappearing from view as myth walks downstairs. He can hear the muffled conversation starting and he concentrates on it being able to make out bits and pieces. “hello sister” he hears myth say in a bored tone as the conversation begins to drift again. “are those my cookies.. How many times do I have to tell you not to eat them? I do hide them for a reason…” he heard a different voice say that he assumed belonged to fairy tales “I'm just here for updates I was awaiting your arrival” he strained his ears listening closely to the last bit he is unsure of who spoke the words but it was loud enough for him to hear. He started organizing the snippets of conversation taking note of them as he hears the door close and footsteps coming up the stairs. He exhales as he sees Myth by herself noticeably without cookies. He slowly melts out of the shadows and after a quick greeting they go over the conversation together until they come to a conclusion. something horrible, terrible even.
Fairy tales iis controlling Adventure.
To Be Continued….
Part 3: SWC fanfiction
Note: In my swc fanfiction The protagonist is adventures parrot (alley yell or bsgs) so I had to make a lot of it sound like it was being described by a parrot not a human.
Bsgs flies ahead of the tall ship. soaring high above the ocean, occasionally flapping his grey feathered wings. He watches Ryn closely as he circles back to the ship other pirates call to him but he glides past them to land on her shoulder. She was his partner and as much as the other pirates show him affection she is his keeper and protector He Flaps about settling as she strokes him. “Land ahoy” someone shouts pointing toward a blob on the horizon. crew members begin to flood onto the deck with Alyelle their captain in the lead. People whisper about the main island and Ryn moves her shoulder signaling for him to jump onto her fingers. Then she whistles telling him to fly ahead to the island.
He drifts in the breeze coming closer to a cove with a fleet of Viking ships lined along the beach, his ship only a few minutes away. A tall girl points toward him as he flaps down to land on a tall wooden post “Adventure is here” she yells to the few others scattered around the beach and pier.
Everyone gathers to welcome the tall ship helping to secure it and unload some of the goods as the Adventure crew swarms onto the beach mingling with people from other cabins until all the unloading is done. Bsgs beats his wings returning to Ryns shoulder. They walk along the beach and then they change direction coming into a field. Two massive cabins sat in it, one that resembled a cottage and had pretty little plants and mushrooms surrounding it, not to mention the three or four little creatures that glow with a golden light. And the other cabin is made of wood and stone, the grass nearby is withering and a snake is coiled up the slightly to detailed statue. Sweet songs also seem to be coming from inside. “Looks like the Mystery and fairy tale crew have arrived” someone shouts. They continue to walk already having gone past many of the other cabins, the large castle-like building belonging to fantasy and the contemporary cottage that was on a separate beach to the docks.
Bsgs is relaxing on Ryns shoulder when they eventually come to a massive building surrounded by a kind of town square with people from different cabins talking and hanging out. He spreads his wings to fly but Ryn shakes her head and he settles back down, Listening to the chatter of the growing number of people in the square. Then he jumps, flapping about as a bell rings through the air. He slips off Ryn getting knocked about by people that jostle around until a girl Clearly from adventure grabs him gently and pushes through the crowd yelling for Ryn. Ryn bursts past a group of people and thanks the girl. .
Everyone begins to walk into the big building and Bsgs follows nestled in Ryns hair and when they come into a large hall with rows of seats Bsgs flaps upward and sits perched on a beam that runs across the roof. Watching as people sit down with their assigned cabin. A platform stands at the front of the room, the host and co hosts sitting in their own chairs. one of them stands. “Now that we are all here” she begins looking over to adventure with a smile “I would like to thank you all for getting to the main island on time.” she pauses to think “we will begin by talking about the writing competition and the weekly…” she drifts off into conversation explaining things and announcing which group had the most points. Everyone in adventure claps at whatever she says next but the sound abruptly cut off a loud crack. The people below look up then one of them shouts something. Every single person in the room stops to study the roof then they immediately start scrambling for the door. Another crack. This is louder, more defined than the first and people start screaming, running as the beam below him gives way.
Bsgs squawks flapping about in a terrified frenzy. And with no Ryn to sooth him he doesn't settle. People flee outside bursting through the doors and into the courtyard.
Dust swirls around the air illuminated by hole in the roof taken away when the beam fell. He flits up and out of the hole collapsing onto the roof his heart pounding. He sits there dazed for longer than he can count. His mind flooded with fear. But eventually he stands up, his thin legs shaking. He lifts his wings up, shaking off the dust. Then he lifts into the air beating his wings and soaring down to the disorientated group of campers. He glides over the disarray searching for Ryn. He lands swiftly on a bench next to a group of adventure campers searching for someone he knows is not there. They notice him immediately staring in surprise and relief. A tall boy from the group calls his name reaching out to stroke his feathers but Bsgs ducks away and takes flight again. Shooting towards the ruined building.
He glides in and tries to remember the way Ryn took him to the hall-like room. But his memory and judgment is clouded leaving him to sweep down corridors until his determination begins to fade turning into worry. Then he hears “alley yell” a far away voice calls. He turns toward the sound following the echo of his name. Flying faster and faster until he comes into the room he knows as the hall. Or the remains of it. The dust has settled and in the light he sees Ryn. She stands with two others, a girl clearly from fairy tale, her golden glow illuminating the area around them and a sort boy who seemed to be from dystopian. Bsgs squawks and Ryn turns around to see him. The worry painted through her features changing to a smile brighter than any glow the girl for fairy tales could give. Ryn reaches out her arm and he floats down to it, hops up to her shoulder and falls asleep.
Here it is all three parts.
Also sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors just let me know
Background:
(unable to get photo)
Sprites:
(unable to get photos)
Tree:
I have chosen to interpret the tree as a forest
Rock:
I have chosen to interpret the stone sprite as part of a stone structure
Key:
I have left the key as a normal key
Starry sky:
The starry sky to me means the story is set mainly at night
Story:
They had almost made it, they were almost there. Celite thought desperately, her heart thundering as she watched two figures slide behind the tree next to hers. It was Two dark to see them clearly but she knew and it was Mira and Storim when one of them started reaching across to hold her hand. She grabbed it quickly holding her breath as she twines her fingers around Storims rough skin leaning back onto her tree until the sound of pounding boots fades. Storim shifts away from her drawing his dagger and rising to his feet silhouette painted against a nearby tree. She stands starting to follow him pulling out a weapon of her own and staying silent until she knew Mira had done the same.
They trudge along quietly until they come to the edge of the forest then one by one they slink out of the tree line and onto the moonlit path ahead. And as they brush past the plants that hand over the rough track Celite stays low avoiding the view of their pursuer.
She breathes in the crisp air and moves her wrist to grip her dagger tighter then she slides her free hand down down the side of her cloak to pull the worn grey material closer. They continue in a painful silence until the path becomes no more than forest. She pauses for a split second unsure of where to go but Mira grabs her wrist gently and pulls her forward. They Didn’t have time for this, not now, they had to keep moving. they were so close, too close to give up. And now they move swiftly through the forest being careful to leave no trace of themselves as they cut through the foliage. And as they flee their destiny the clouds part letting speckled moonlight decorate the ground underneath the canopy. It should have been beautiful but fear pulsed deep inside her and made her move as they darted through the undergrowth, twisting away from the thorns that tangled themselves through their path until they reached a stream. This Will tell them where to go, Celite thinks. But Storim pulls them away from the bank, wanting them to keep a distance from the mud and reeds. But they struggle on until the trees become few and the sun starts to glint on the horizon splashing the sky with oranges and purples. That was when she sees it. It was further away than she knew but she could definitely see it. She stares at it squinting to see a tall stone structure on a distant hill. It was in the direction that the river flowed and for barely a second Celite lets herself to smile as she studys what she can make out. But then She jolts Back cut off by a scream that rattles through the air.
Celite swings around heart thumping in her ears as she sees something that nearly makes her scream with terror. Mira her best friend Swaying an arrow Through her back a little golden key in her palm. And as she falls, thrusting the key out of her grip and into Celites hands she whispers one word “run”. Celite starts at Mira trembling but Storim grabs her shoulders and pulls her away and as she turns to struggle she freezes to watch him tears streaming down his face and he repeats the word yelling it. So she listens and they run.
Part 2: Cabin characters
Adventure had been watching the other cabins for a long time choosing friends and enemies carefully staying neutral with many. He played his game carefully watching over Myth and fairy tales protecting them all whilst fighting as siblings do. But Adventure particularly hated mystery. And then adventure did something horrible unforgivable.
Mystery stood pressed against an alley wall, fear and questions curling through them as they hid in the shadows. They were far from the high seas adventure usually sailed but that was before things had changed.
Adventure had been neutral with them but one small joke had set them off and fairy tales disliking them didn’t help. Mystery had to be careful, had to be sneaky. The others were turning on them too quickly for no reason and with adventure ruling things were becoming dangerous. But adventure had never done anything like this mystery, though desperately something had changed.
Mystery looks around then slowly creeps out into the alley. They needed to know what was going on, needed clues and information. But nobody would help them and they couldn’t do this alone. And as despair starts to spread a familiar face steps into the light. It was the unmistakably myth with her long snaky hair and her pale skin.
“Hello Mystery” she says in a quiet but god-like tone. Mystery quavers contemplating everything “how did you find me” he asks. Mystery stops he had barely ever talked to myth let alone had a full conversation. What did she want? “Well a woman has her ways” she stops pausing for a painful second “but you are always in the shadows as hard as it may be to find you” she added calmly. He drones as he watches her. She is an adventures sister. Whatever her reason for being here it couldn’t mean anything good. “Now don’t give me that face, I am here to assist you” she says it boldly as he looks away from her “ohh and I won’t turn you to stone as much fun as it may be” she adds the last part on playfully. He looks up at her “what do you mean by help me” he asks with as much confidence as he can muster. Mystery studies her looking for anything that might clue him to her purpose but before he can say anything Mythology speaks again “adventure is… different and so is fairy tail, especially fairy tail. I have the horrible feeling she has her tiny little fingers all over this and I don’t like it. So I am siding with you because you are their victim”. A victim was that all he was to her, no he could see she thought many other things. Myth begins to walk over to him “we must leave now. The others will be hot on our trail” she says as he nods in agreement then follows her as she continues to walk.
Somehow they have come to a meadow with pretty little flowers and plants decorating it. Unusual animals are moving all around it, most grazing on the lush grass, and a cabin sits in the center with golden light coming from the windows. “So this is where fairy tales lives?” mystery asks. Myth pauses for a second as if contemplating what to say “no but this is where she spends most of her time” she replies. Mystery had been in many fights with fairy tales before this seemed like the exact place the beautiful dark skinned girl would call home. And as they walk towards the house mystery starts to notice the golden glow coming off all the plants and animals. But Myth breaks the silence “she isn’t home as of now” she states knowingly. But mystery doesn't mind her speaking up, it makes him relax a little.
They eventually reach the big wooden doors at the front of the cottage. Mystery traces his fingers along the beautiful carvings etched into it but moves away as myth pushes them open. The hallways are clean and every room is sweet and cozy, even her armory. He hunts through the house leaving no trace of himself all while finding the clues they need as myth follows him eating cookies. They work for a few more minutes making slow but decent progress when they both hear the doors open downstairs. He slides into a dark shadowy corner disappearing from view as myth walks downstairs. He can hear the muffled conversation starting and he concentrates on it being able to make out bits and pieces. “hello sister” he hears myth say in a bored tone as the conversation begins to drift again. “are those my cookies.. How many times do I have to tell you not to eat them? I do hide them for a reason…” he heard a different voice say that he assumed belonged to fairy tales “I'm just here for updates I was awaiting your arrival” he strained his ears listening closely to the last bit he is unsure of who spoke the words but it was loud enough for him to hear. He started organizing the snippets of conversation taking note of them as he hears the door close and footsteps coming up the stairs. He exhales as he sees Myth by herself noticeably without cookies. He slowly melts out of the shadows and after a quick greeting they go over the conversation together until they come to a conclusion. something horrible, terrible even.
Fairy tales iis controlling Adventure.
To Be Continued….
Part 3: SWC fanfiction
Note: In my swc fanfiction The protagonist is adventures parrot (alley yell or bsgs) so I had to make a lot of it sound like it was being described by a parrot not a human.
Bsgs flies ahead of the tall ship. soaring high above the ocean, occasionally flapping his grey feathered wings. He watches Ryn closely as he circles back to the ship other pirates call to him but he glides past them to land on her shoulder. She was his partner and as much as the other pirates show him affection she is his keeper and protector He Flaps about settling as she strokes him. “Land ahoy” someone shouts pointing toward a blob on the horizon. crew members begin to flood onto the deck with Alyelle their captain in the lead. People whisper about the main island and Ryn moves her shoulder signaling for him to jump onto her fingers. Then she whistles telling him to fly ahead to the island.
He drifts in the breeze coming closer to a cove with a fleet of Viking ships lined along the beach, his ship only a few minutes away. A tall girl points toward him as he flaps down to land on a tall wooden post “Adventure is here” she yells to the few others scattered around the beach and pier.
Everyone gathers to welcome the tall ship helping to secure it and unload some of the goods as the Adventure crew swarms onto the beach mingling with people from other cabins until all the unloading is done. Bsgs beats his wings returning to Ryns shoulder. They walk along the beach and then they change direction coming into a field. Two massive cabins sat in it, one that resembled a cottage and had pretty little plants and mushrooms surrounding it, not to mention the three or four little creatures that glow with a golden light. And the other cabin is made of wood and stone, the grass nearby is withering and a snake is coiled up the slightly to detailed statue. Sweet songs also seem to be coming from inside. “Looks like the Mystery and fairy tale crew have arrived” someone shouts. They continue to walk already having gone past many of the other cabins, the large castle-like building belonging to fantasy and the contemporary cottage that was on a separate beach to the docks.
Bsgs is relaxing on Ryns shoulder when they eventually come to a massive building surrounded by a kind of town square with people from different cabins talking and hanging out. He spreads his wings to fly but Ryn shakes her head and he settles back down, Listening to the chatter of the growing number of people in the square. Then he jumps, flapping about as a bell rings through the air. He slips off Ryn getting knocked about by people that jostle around until a girl Clearly from adventure grabs him gently and pushes through the crowd yelling for Ryn. Ryn bursts past a group of people and thanks the girl. .
Everyone begins to walk into the big building and Bsgs follows nestled in Ryns hair and when they come into a large hall with rows of seats Bsgs flaps upward and sits perched on a beam that runs across the roof. Watching as people sit down with their assigned cabin. A platform stands at the front of the room, the host and co hosts sitting in their own chairs. one of them stands. “Now that we are all here” she begins looking over to adventure with a smile “I would like to thank you all for getting to the main island on time.” she pauses to think “we will begin by talking about the writing competition and the weekly…” she drifts off into conversation explaining things and announcing which group had the most points. Everyone in adventure claps at whatever she says next but the sound abruptly cut off a loud crack. The people below look up then one of them shouts something. Every single person in the room stops to study the roof then they immediately start scrambling for the door. Another crack. This is louder, more defined than the first and people start screaming, running as the beam below him gives way.
Bsgs squawks flapping about in a terrified frenzy. And with no Ryn to sooth him he doesn't settle. People flee outside bursting through the doors and into the courtyard.
Dust swirls around the air illuminated by hole in the roof taken away when the beam fell. He flits up and out of the hole collapsing onto the roof his heart pounding. He sits there dazed for longer than he can count. His mind flooded with fear. But eventually he stands up, his thin legs shaking. He lifts his wings up, shaking off the dust. Then he lifts into the air beating his wings and soaring down to the disorientated group of campers. He glides over the disarray searching for Ryn. He lands swiftly on a bench next to a group of adventure campers searching for someone he knows is not there. They notice him immediately staring in surprise and relief. A tall boy from the group calls his name reaching out to stroke his feathers but Bsgs ducks away and takes flight again. Shooting towards the ruined building.
He glides in and tries to remember the way Ryn took him to the hall-like room. But his memory and judgment is clouded leaving him to sweep down corridors until his determination begins to fade turning into worry. Then he hears “alley yell” a far away voice calls. He turns toward the sound following the echo of his name. Flying faster and faster until he comes into the room he knows as the hall. Or the remains of it. The dust has settled and in the light he sees Ryn. She stands with two others, a girl clearly from fairy tale, her golden glow illuminating the area around them and a sort boy who seemed to be from dystopian. Bsgs squawks and Ryn turns around to see him. The worry painted through her features changing to a smile brighter than any glow the girl for fairy tales could give. Ryn reaches out her arm and he floats down to it, hops up to her shoulder and falls asleep.
Here it is all three parts.
Also sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors just let me know
- --geojo--
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Scratcher
55 posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Cabin Activity #1:
Cabin Activity #2: I did that in a project.
Cabin Activity #3: (My leader is Polar btw) to do later
Cabin Activity #2: I did that in a project.
Cabin Activity #3: (My leader is Polar btw) to do later
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Question: Do we have to do every section?yep!
You must include all three sections to gain points, the Project Editor Generator, Cabin Characters, and Swc: a Fanfiction. For the Project Editor Generator, please also include what objects you got!
Remember: you must show proof of ALL parts of the weekly. Failure to meet the requirements, and/or if you do not do the weekly correctly, you will receive no points. (so make sure to read through the instructions! Also, if you have any further questions, either ask your leader, in the main cabin, or one of the co/hosts) You can, of course, edit and fix your weekly to gain the points; but this must be done before the weekly is over.
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Scratcher
10 posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Hello i’m hyanna! I am from adventure cabin, with alyelle as the leader and ryn and sana.
For the mini activity, i got random sprites reindeer and dinosaur, and the random backdrop is the arctic. So here’s my story..
There was a girl that is strong enough to live in the arctic, but she still need fire to survive. The girl also need food. However, she went hunting for food every morning. One morning when she was hunting, she found a magical reindeer that could fly. The girl ride the reindeer flying up high and suddenly they got eaten by a tall brontosaurus!
BAM!!
Now for the cabin character story stuff..
Adventure was powerful and has the most points among the others, but it was still not enough. He tried to steal points and energies from fairy tales and mythology. But adventure wouldn’t want to tell such things about how he was stealing points and energies.
He kept quiet so they wouldn’t hate him..
Real-fi discovered about how adventure was stealing points, real-fi wants to be a hero and tell all truth to fairy tales and mythology. They kicked adventure out of their realm but adventure haven’t returned their points and energy. Adventure finally has enough and he ruled all realms. He created a sceptre, boosted a power and there was a very loud blaring sound. Everything becomes under adventure’s control.
“What did you do?! I thought you were the nicest, i guess i was wrong..” Said mythology. Adventure laughs “hahaha i used to, until now!” He blasted myth with his sceptre and said “Now for my next step to rule the world”.. He said and vanished. Fairy tales was looking for myth, she finally found’em lying on the ground, “Myth! Who did this?!”. Myth replies weakly “It’s.. it’s.. a-a-adventure”.. Fairy tales got very shocked and went to help mythology to stand and walk. “Rest here, i’ll convince him to stop, he didn’t realize what he has done”.. She said. Suddenly there was a big shake and volcanoes collapse. “Oh no! Let’s get out of here” she quickly get flew away with myth behind her.
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Okay that’s it finished
Thanks!
Have a nice day!
Oh its not enough words -.-
For the mini activity, i got random sprites reindeer and dinosaur, and the random backdrop is the arctic. So here’s my story..
There was a girl that is strong enough to live in the arctic, but she still need fire to survive. The girl also need food. However, she went hunting for food every morning. One morning when she was hunting, she found a magical reindeer that could fly. The girl ride the reindeer flying up high and suddenly they got eaten by a tall brontosaurus!
BAM!!
Now for the cabin character story stuff..
Adventure was powerful and has the most points among the others, but it was still not enough. He tried to steal points and energies from fairy tales and mythology. But adventure wouldn’t want to tell such things about how he was stealing points and energies.
He kept quiet so they wouldn’t hate him..
Real-fi discovered about how adventure was stealing points, real-fi wants to be a hero and tell all truth to fairy tales and mythology. They kicked adventure out of their realm but adventure haven’t returned their points and energy. Adventure finally has enough and he ruled all realms. He created a sceptre, boosted a power and there was a very loud blaring sound. Everything becomes under adventure’s control.
“What did you do?! I thought you were the nicest, i guess i was wrong..” Said mythology. Adventure laughs “hahaha i used to, until now!” He blasted myth with his sceptre and said “Now for my next step to rule the world”.. He said and vanished. Fairy tales was looking for myth, she finally found’em lying on the ground, “Myth! Who did this?!”. Myth replies weakly “It’s.. it’s.. a-a-adventure”.. Fairy tales got very shocked and went to help mythology to stand and walk. “Rest here, i’ll convince him to stop, he didn’t realize what he has done”.. She said. Suddenly there was a big shake and volcanoes collapse. “Oh no! Let’s get out of here” she quickly get flew away with myth behind her.
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Okay that’s it finished
Thanks!
Have a nice day!
Oh its not enough words -.-
Last edited by -Banana-Animator- (July 18, 2021 05:11:48)
- savebats
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swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Wait, is the part describing the stuff you got 500+ words or am I reading this wrong?
- izzywill12
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Scratcher
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swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Ok so i started the weekly, is it fine if i kinda do it based off of Warrior Cats? Im gonna do it, like, there's gonna be panthers and they're a pack and they hunt for food and stuff- and they can talk- im not sure if that's too similar or not- it's probably not but im checking anyways-
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Scratcher
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swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Wait, is the part describing the stuff you got 500+ words or am I reading this wrong?
Nope, the story for that part is 500 words
you write a story based on/including the sprites and background you got, and mention the sprites and background too, but it’s the story part that’s 500. - shirdade_4346
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swc july 2021 - weekly #2
This sounds interesting! Just a quick question, do we have to do all of these activities to claim that we've done the Weekly, or can we also do 1 or 2?
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Scratcher
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swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Activity #1: My random sprites were A T-rex, Nano, An electric guitar and the backdrop was a basketball court.
It was a beautiful day in the State of Infinity of the country Scratchtopia. There lived a young boy (well, not exactly a HUMAN boy) named Nano. He loved pranks and basketball. One of the pranks was swapping a girl's electric guitar with Jell-o. Nano knew absolutely nothing about her. She was wearing a dark hoodie. Anyway, enough about her. Nano's buddy Tyrannosaurus Rex or ‘Ty’ as he preferred to be called was the best at Jell-o modelling. Ty made the jell-o guitar, and put it in the girl's guitar case, which was unsurprisingly decorated with rainbows. The surprise above all surprises was the lightning bolts, lack of unicorns and hearts and the clouds and sticky notes. Ty ignored those and put it in. He rubbed his hands together evilly, as he and Nano said
“Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!”
There were lots of ha's to say that the prank was the awesomest, coolest, amazingest, most funny prank they'd ever planned. The ha's stopped when the mysterious hoodie-wearing girl returned. Nano put on an evil smile and so did Ty. Ty had to go to the bathroom, so he went. “Ok, but you're missing the awesomest prank in the history of pranking!” said Nano. But he was left in a trance when the girl revealed herself. She looked extremely pretty. Nano knew nothing about her, so he decided to ask.
“Hey, Geo! Who's that girl who's gonna fall victim to my trap?”
“I'll never tell, and aren't you in my story? You can't break the fourth wall!”
“Please??” said Nano, putting on the most adorable eyes the world has ever seen.
“No, and you're gonna get grounded for that!”
“You're not my mom.”
I'm the most powerful being in the writing universe. The author.
“Is there ANY way that you can give me her name? Or contact?”
Fine, but ONLY if you do *drumroll* the Stumblegimpian Dance of Contrition. The forties edition.
“WHAT????!!! Is it the one where you write a letter to a chimpanzee and stuff?”
Yes, yes it is! And I'll even summon the Mayor of Stumblegimp to critique it. *Mayor appears* *a random ray makes Nano turn 90°*
If you ever insult a Stumblegimpian
By turning slightly to the side,
You can vin back zeir trust in ze end.
Now place six chickens on your head
Then you try to eat ze featherbed
Put a jelly donut into your pants.
Und dance!
Write a letter to a chimpanzee,
Paint a portrait underneath the sea,
Move to France and refuse to speak French.
You think I vill speak French?! I vill not speak French!
Nein!
Juggle piglets with an angry cook,
Split an atom in a breakfast nook,
Zen he vill know you're a mensch.
Now go sit down on zis bench!
'Cause you're tired!
After Nano did all those crazy stuff, an sat down on a bench brought by Buford the cupid, 'Cause he's tired!, Geo The Almighty Author responds
Very good Nano. Now I will tell you. She is… to be revealed in a future story.
“CURSE YOU AUTHOR!!!” cried Nano while Ty popped out. “Nano, are you arguing with the author? I'm telling your mom!!”
After a grounding until the Big Crunch, the story ended.
+622
It was a beautiful day in the State of Infinity of the country Scratchtopia. There lived a young boy (well, not exactly a HUMAN boy) named Nano. He loved pranks and basketball. One of the pranks was swapping a girl's electric guitar with Jell-o. Nano knew absolutely nothing about her. She was wearing a dark hoodie. Anyway, enough about her. Nano's buddy Tyrannosaurus Rex or ‘Ty’ as he preferred to be called was the best at Jell-o modelling. Ty made the jell-o guitar, and put it in the girl's guitar case, which was unsurprisingly decorated with rainbows. The surprise above all surprises was the lightning bolts, lack of unicorns and hearts and the clouds and sticky notes. Ty ignored those and put it in. He rubbed his hands together evilly, as he and Nano said
“Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!”
There were lots of ha's to say that the prank was the awesomest, coolest, amazingest, most funny prank they'd ever planned. The ha's stopped when the mysterious hoodie-wearing girl returned. Nano put on an evil smile and so did Ty. Ty had to go to the bathroom, so he went. “Ok, but you're missing the awesomest prank in the history of pranking!” said Nano. But he was left in a trance when the girl revealed herself. She looked extremely pretty. Nano knew nothing about her, so he decided to ask.
“Hey, Geo! Who's that girl who's gonna fall victim to my trap?”
“I'll never tell, and aren't you in my story? You can't break the fourth wall!”
“Please??” said Nano, putting on the most adorable eyes the world has ever seen.
“No, and you're gonna get grounded for that!”
“You're not my mom.”
I'm the most powerful being in the writing universe. The author.
“Is there ANY way that you can give me her name? Or contact?”
Fine, but ONLY if you do *drumroll* the Stumblegimpian Dance of Contrition. The forties edition.
“WHAT????!!! Is it the one where you write a letter to a chimpanzee and stuff?”
Yes, yes it is! And I'll even summon the Mayor of Stumblegimp to critique it. *Mayor appears* *a random ray makes Nano turn 90°*
If you ever insult a Stumblegimpian
By turning slightly to the side,
You can vin back zeir trust in ze end.
Now place six chickens on your head
Then you try to eat ze featherbed
Put a jelly donut into your pants.
Und dance!
Write a letter to a chimpanzee,
Paint a portrait underneath the sea,
Move to France and refuse to speak French.
You think I vill speak French?! I vill not speak French!
Nein!
Juggle piglets with an angry cook,
Split an atom in a breakfast nook,
Zen he vill know you're a mensch.
Now go sit down on zis bench!
'Cause you're tired!
After Nano did all those crazy stuff, an sat down on a bench brought by Buford the cupid, 'Cause he's tired!, Geo The Almighty Author responds
Very good Nano. Now I will tell you. She is… to be revealed in a future story.
“CURSE YOU AUTHOR!!!” cried Nano while Ty popped out. “Nano, are you arguing with the author? I'm telling your mom!!”
After a grounding until the Big Crunch, the story ended.
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Last edited by --geojo-- (July 17, 2021 11:16:10)
- --geojo--
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Scratcher
55 posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Activity #2:
Poetry is a quiet boy. He is probably 19 and, as the name suggests, loves poems. He knew he was totally gonna win the writing contest that was held thrice a year in Scratch Walter College.
“Wait hold on. Author, when did I ever say that?”
Since I made you say that.
“Please, author. I beg of you to.. QUIT IT!”
Hasn't your mom ever taught you not to argue with the author?
“Oh.. right. Back to the story now!”
_——————————————————————_
“Ugh.. this year we fifteen. Myself, Sci-Fi, Hi-Fi, Real-Fi, Fan-Fi, Dystopian, Fantasy, Adventure, Horror, Fairy Tales, Mystery, Non-Fi, Contemporary, Thriller, Myth.. Uh-oh.. Adventure.. she's winning while I'm in.. TENTH???? NOO!!! AUTHOR, HOW COULD YOU????”
Dude, as sad I am to say this, it's true.. Honestly, I'm a BIG fan of your writing. Really.
“HOW COULD YOU!! YOU SUPPORT US!!!”
Oh, right.. poems are sometimes sappy.. and, it's that way in the real world here. Blame Polar.
“Who's that?”
Oof, you DON'T KNOW HIM?? Alright, I'm not telling you. Unless you do… *drumroll* the stumblegimpian dance of contrition.
“No! Please no-no-no!!
With this song, you tortured him,
sweet little Nano”
That was a haiku, not the dance. Do it now or I put you in 15th.
If you ever insult a Stumblegimpian
By turning slightly to the side,
You can vin back zeir trust in ze end.
Now place six chickens on your head
Then you try to eat ze featherbed
Put a jelly donut into your pants.
Und dance!
Write a letter to a chimpanzee,
Paint a portrait underneath the sea,
Move to France and refuse to speak French.
You think I vill speak French?! I vill not speak French!
Nein!
Juggle piglets with an angry cook,
Split an atom in a breakfast nook,
Zen he vill know you're a mensch.
Now go sit down on zis bench!
'Cause you're tired!
After all that action, he sighed. Very good, now write about this crazy encounter with the author.
And since he's under my spelling, he did.
The Kerfuffle with the Author
One day I sat by my bed. I sighed, while I had writer's block to go with it. The Scratchingtown Weekalia College hosted a writing contest, and only me and fourteen others made it to the top. When I never wanted to be extra-confident, I was. I summoned the author, and even had to do a humiliating dance..
If you ever insult a Stumblegimpian
By turning slightly to the side,
You can vin back zeir trust in ze end.
Now place six chickens on your head
Then you try to eat ze featherbed
Put a jelly donut into your pants.
Und dance!
Write a letter to a chimpanzee,
Paint a portrait underneath the sea,
Move to France and refuse to speak French.
You think I vill speak French?! I vill not speak French!
Nein!
Juggle piglets with an angry cook,
Split an atom in a breakfast nook,
Zen he vill know you're a mensch.
Now go sit down on zis bench!
'Cause you're tired!
And I didn't insult a Stumblegimpian at all! She's crazy. And rumors say she's Sri Lankan or Nepali or from some other country in the real world similar to those.
The End
He sighed.. he won…. first place!! Then he danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced until he got tired.
And then when he woke up from his nap, he danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced!!!!
Poetry's confidence skyrocketed. “I can do anything!! YAS!! Maybe even confess to Fantasy! *gulp* ”Time to go..“
A date-planning montage later, he sighed and went to Fantasy's home. ”Hey, uh, Fantasy.. do you.. maybe.. wanna go out sometime? Maybe an ice cream? Tomorrow?“ ”Yeah! I was waiting for this moment! *mentally danceparties.*"
What seemed like
nine hundred ninety-seven trillion three hundred ninety-two billion seven hundred eighty-three million six hundred thirty-eight thousand six hundred twenty-three dates later, they got together!! That's for a different story though. The end!
+892
Poetry is a quiet boy. He is probably 19 and, as the name suggests, loves poems. He knew he was totally gonna win the writing contest that was held thrice a year in Scratch Walter College.
“Wait hold on. Author, when did I ever say that?”
Since I made you say that.
“Please, author. I beg of you to.. QUIT IT!”
Hasn't your mom ever taught you not to argue with the author?
“Oh.. right. Back to the story now!”
_——————————————————————_
“Ugh.. this year we fifteen. Myself, Sci-Fi, Hi-Fi, Real-Fi, Fan-Fi, Dystopian, Fantasy, Adventure, Horror, Fairy Tales, Mystery, Non-Fi, Contemporary, Thriller, Myth.. Uh-oh.. Adventure.. she's winning while I'm in.. TENTH???? NOO!!! AUTHOR, HOW COULD YOU????”
Dude, as sad I am to say this, it's true.. Honestly, I'm a BIG fan of your writing. Really.
“HOW COULD YOU!! YOU SUPPORT US!!!”
Oh, right.. poems are sometimes sappy.. and, it's that way in the real world here. Blame Polar.
“Who's that?”
Oof, you DON'T KNOW HIM?? Alright, I'm not telling you. Unless you do… *drumroll* the stumblegimpian dance of contrition.
“No! Please no-no-no!!
With this song, you tortured him,
sweet little Nano”
That was a haiku, not the dance. Do it now or I put you in 15th.
If you ever insult a Stumblegimpian
By turning slightly to the side,
You can vin back zeir trust in ze end.
Now place six chickens on your head
Then you try to eat ze featherbed
Put a jelly donut into your pants.
Und dance!
Write a letter to a chimpanzee,
Paint a portrait underneath the sea,
Move to France and refuse to speak French.
You think I vill speak French?! I vill not speak French!
Nein!
Juggle piglets with an angry cook,
Split an atom in a breakfast nook,
Zen he vill know you're a mensch.
Now go sit down on zis bench!
'Cause you're tired!
After all that action, he sighed. Very good, now write about this crazy encounter with the author.
And since he's under my spelling, he did.
The Kerfuffle with the Author
One day I sat by my bed. I sighed, while I had writer's block to go with it. The Scratchingtown Weekalia College hosted a writing contest, and only me and fourteen others made it to the top. When I never wanted to be extra-confident, I was. I summoned the author, and even had to do a humiliating dance..
If you ever insult a Stumblegimpian
By turning slightly to the side,
You can vin back zeir trust in ze end.
Now place six chickens on your head
Then you try to eat ze featherbed
Put a jelly donut into your pants.
Und dance!
Write a letter to a chimpanzee,
Paint a portrait underneath the sea,
Move to France and refuse to speak French.
You think I vill speak French?! I vill not speak French!
Nein!
Juggle piglets with an angry cook,
Split an atom in a breakfast nook,
Zen he vill know you're a mensch.
Now go sit down on zis bench!
'Cause you're tired!
And I didn't insult a Stumblegimpian at all! She's crazy. And rumors say she's Sri Lankan or Nepali or from some other country in the real world similar to those.
The End
He sighed.. he won…. first place!! Then he danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced until he got tired.
And then when he woke up from his nap, he danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced!!!!
Poetry's confidence skyrocketed. “I can do anything!! YAS!! Maybe even confess to Fantasy! *gulp* ”Time to go..“
A date-planning montage later, he sighed and went to Fantasy's home. ”Hey, uh, Fantasy.. do you.. maybe.. wanna go out sometime? Maybe an ice cream? Tomorrow?“ ”Yeah! I was waiting for this moment! *mentally danceparties.*"
What seemed like
nine hundred ninety-seven trillion three hundred ninety-two billion seven hundred eighty-three million six hundred thirty-eight thousand six hundred twenty-three dates later, they got together!! That's for a different story though. The end!
+892
Last edited by --geojo-- (July 17, 2021 11:57:36)
- whiteandblackcat
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
swc july 2021 - weekly #2
Part 1
For this, I got a parrot, Avery, and a green tick as well as a woods background. I decided the tick was a rune - and perhaps Avery was studying or investigating it. I wrote 525 words for this section.
Part 2
I decided to write about the Mangonator Siblings and their competition. They are all very high achieving - and I thought it interesting to speculate on how they might see themselves. You can interpret this as either character bios or a few hundred words inside the head of each sibling. I'm quite happy with this - I want the writing style to make it seem like these are things the Mangonators tell themselves daily. It's simple almost, I think - rather than spending paragraphs describing every way that they are better, every achievement, they instead tell it like it is - more or less. It makes me think of children's novels. This section is 907 words long.
Part 3
I wanted to make a sort of relaxed piece that's just a day in the gorgon's garden. This is 1075 words.
For this, I got a parrot, Avery, and a green tick as well as a woods background. I decided the tick was a rune - and perhaps Avery was studying or investigating it. I wrote 525 words for this section.
Avery crept closer to it, eyes glued to it. It glowed gently right back at him, emanating a soothing green light that commanded attention.
He darted toward its platform, smooth and round and raised. A podium, almost - although far bigger. He knelt in front of it, finally taking in what it was. A rune
Its glow was steady - not flickering, not pulsing. Unusual. He made a note for himself: *emits constant and steady light.*
He ran his hand over the stone near the rune tentatively. Coldness. He ran his hand along the edge before braving the centre, right next to the rune. If the light was dangerous, he was in for it.
He watched in awe as the small cuts and scratches on his arm swelled green and angry, skin swallowing them and joining into itself in raised bumps before deflating gently and stretching back to normal. The green light swarmed his arm, and he noticed it was warm to the touch.
He spent some time healing the cuts on his legs, on his other arm - although he couldn't quite muster the courage to put his face near the rune - before reaching inside his satchel for a notebook.
Before he could do so, as always, he paused to listen. There it was - that telltale rustle of the trees. They whispered to him deviously, telling him where his rivals were, that they were watching.
Avery hugged his satchel protectively, instead pulling out his camera. *I'll start with documenting the rune,* he thought. *That's safer than risking taking out my notebook.*
He began to snap pictures, ignoring the rustles which grew louder by the minute. *It's weird that they're approaching, usually they try much harder to stay hidden*
He pushed back the thoughts exasperatedly. Why couldn't he focus today? It couldn't have anything to do with the rune, could it? He slapped his cheeks, shaking his head from side to side. He was just uneasy. It was good to be cautious. He had heard his rivals in the bushes, after all.
At this moment the rustling grew louder, more desperate. Almost as if someone was stuck. Avery froze, listening. Should he help? Thoughts raced through his head as he helplessly tried to weigh up his options. Run? Help? Ignore? What did it matter, anyway? They would surely find the rune whether he helped or not. He was frozen, still trying to decide what to do, when - CRACK! - he heard the snap of a branch and the brushing noise of leaves as something fell through them.
He glanced up, terror turning to bitter relief as out of the trees burst a bundle of feathers. Red, blue, yellow feathers floated to the ground as the giant parrot floundered in the air before regaining itself and descending onto the rune's platform. It pecked around at the stone before spreading its great wings and descending, feet extended, into the white-hot depths of the rune. Avery watched, awestruck, as the parrot emerged - slightly singed but triumphantly clutching in its beak a writhing mass of fat worms.
This threw a spanner in the works for sure - what on earth was underneath that rune?
Part 2
I decided to write about the Mangonator Siblings and their competition. They are all very high achieving - and I thought it interesting to speculate on how they might see themselves. You can interpret this as either character bios or a few hundred words inside the head of each sibling. I'm quite happy with this - I want the writing style to make it seem like these are things the Mangonators tell themselves daily. It's simple almost, I think - rather than spending paragraphs describing every way that they are better, every achievement, they instead tell it like it is - more or less. It makes me think of children's novels. This section is 907 words long.
Myth was not the golden child, she was better. Many saw her as the forgotten sister, the poor middle. Sandwiched between the endless victories of her brother Adventure and sister Fairy Tales, hidden from the limelight by her competitive siblings' fight to reach the top. She was none of that, of course. While her siblings squabbled to be Apollo, Myth was Artemis.
Nevertheless, she was a middle child - that, upon meeting her, was made abundantly clear. There was something about her: perhaps her demeanor, or her calmness. People simply knew, once they had talked to her for a time, that she was a middle child. Myth did hold her siblings very dear to her heart, but she was different from them. Sometimes they showed her sympathy. “Little Mythy,” they’d say, “you’re special too, don’t you know? It must be hard, being overshadowed so much, but you’re special too!” Her parents once told her, while Fairy Tales and Adventure were off at some competition. She had fought not to laugh at their lack of understanding.
Myth never felt overshadowed, bested, outdone by her siblings. She knew she was just as good, better, than them. While they travelled from competition to competition, winning and studying and training, Myth went out with friends. While they turned everything from summer reading lists to sports games into competitions, Myth threw parties. While Fairy Tales and Adventure blew money besting one another at arcades and luxury and having fun, Myth crafted posts for her social media followers.
It may seem, to the reader, like a terribly shallow life. And perhaps, to some, it is. But to Myth, it was just the life she wanted. She wasn’t like them – she was different. She had a proper place in this world, one not defined by good grades and sports prowess.
She found it funny that at home, they thought she was shy. “Little Mythy,” they sometimes called her, despite Fairy Tales being both shorter and younger. The entire family thought she was quiet, hated attention. She let them think that; it worked better for her purposes after all. No, she was not shy, she supposed. Shy people did not throw weekend-long parties while their families were at soccer competitions, at swimming galas. Shy people did not have crowds of friends and followers around them wherever they went, full of people that chattered and begged for their attention. Shy people did not have thousands of social media followers.
What Myth had was far better than good grades and sports, leagues higher than being the pride of the family, the golden child. No, she was different, and she was better.
—
Adventure was the golden boy. He excelled, to be blunt. Everything he did, he did well or not at all. Musical great. Sports star. Writing prodigy. Mathematical genius. He was these and much, much more. He had always been - firstborn, the perfect child. The one who got into good schools, who won things. He had to. He was the oldest, and it was his job to make a name for his family. He was the one everyone knew, legendary for his grades and sports.
He loved his sisters, he really did. But he was special, he just knew it. Little Mythy was quiet, she wasn't made for competition. The younger Fairy Tales was more like him - but she was small, and hotheaded. No, Adventure was certainly the star of the family, who else could it be? His life was a busy life; full of competitions. What fun was there if you couldn't win?
He studied – and his marks were the best. He trained – and his skills were the best. He drew, wrote, designed, built, calculated – and he was the best. Adventure simply was the best, and he was made to be that way. Some people were just golden child material, and he was one of them.
—
Fairy Tales was the golden child, she knew it. It wasn’t little Mythy, she was shy and quiet. Besides, Fairy Tales was better in every field. It couldn’t be Adventure – he was arrogant, and Fairy Tales was better at everything than he’d been at her age. It had to be her. Where the others were spineless and followed the crowd, Fairy Tales stood up. She was bold, confident, rebellious: A true leader. There was no doubt about it in her mind.
Adventure did everything for show – he was just a performer. She loved him, but he was shallow. Fairy Tales actually cared. She got good marks because she was passionate, won sport competitions because she loved to practice. Participated in extracurriculars that mattered. If those weren’t the makings of a golden child, of a leader, then she didn’t know what were.
Little Mythy was shy; she was timid and quiet. She would never make a leader. Golden children had to be leaders, and little Mythy simply was not one. No, she’d be much more comfortable hiding behind the fuzzy wall of unremarkability. Myth had been born to be kind; to be a loving sister and a good friend. Fairy Tales had been born to shine.
Fairy Tales was the real golden child, she knew it. Younger siblings always outshone their older siblings in the end, and Fairy Tales wasn’t about to buck the trend. Golden children were leaders, they were role models. And that was what Fairy Tales did best.
Part 3
I wanted to make a sort of relaxed piece that's just a day in the gorgon's garden. This is 1075 words.
Euryale glided through the aisles of beds, surveying the dormitory.
“Good morning!” She trilled excitedly. “Wakey wakey, it's a bright new day!”
Minty was the first to jump up, well rested from a good night's sleep.
“Good morning, Euryale!” She said. “Is it breakfast time or can I write a bit before then?”
“I'll let you do a cheeky word war or two before breakfast,” Euryale said. “Breakfast might not be for a while, I have to wake the others up first.” Minty grinned, running to get her stone tablet and nestling down into a wicker chair. She began to write furiously.
Euryale continued to wake campers, scolding the occasional one who woke up regretfully and with eye bags. “See, this is why you shouldn't stay up late,” she reprimanded. “Next time, try to go to sleep before ten, you'll even get a few fragments for it.” She brought her palm up to show some fragments lying in the middle of it, whisking her hand away before the enthralled campers could grab for them. “These are for good campers only,” she smiled sweetly,
When she reached Lax and Zia's bunk - Zia on top and Lax on the bottom, since they hadn't quite worked out ladder climbing yet - a genuine smile broke through her porcelain gaze. “Good morning lovelies!” She practically bounced in her excitement. “How are my two best friend campers doing today?”
“Very good, Euryale!” Lax said enthusiastically.
“Amazing! I'm so excited for today,” Zia grinned.
“Good, good! I see you've all had enough sleep,” Euryale said approvingly. “How are your weeklies coming along? They're due today.”
“Really well!” The two chorused. Euryale smiled, about to ask another question, when Stheno called out from the other end of the room:
“Euryale love, less chattering and more waking! We have a whole cabin to wake, remember?” She yelled. Euryale turned back to her.
“Well, /Stheno/, how about you mind your own business a little more? I'll have you know my campers are the most rested and energetic bunch out of the three of us!” She said snarkily, turning away from Stheno with a flounce.
“Sorry dears, I guess I do have to wake the others…” she looked boredly at the rest of the long line of beds. “Let's chat at breakfast!” Euryale glided off to wake the other campers, lilting promises of breakfast and treats to those that got up promptly and sternly telling off those who woke reluctantly.
Breakfast time passed smoothly, as it always did. They chattered around the Gorgon's grove in the garden, eating fresh berries and fish and all manners of flowers. Kat sat with her dear Zia and Lax, right next to Stheno and Medusa. Every few seconds she ducked into their conversation to provide input, much to their frustration.
“Just sit with us if you want to be in the conversation!” Medusa whined.
“Come on, we need to plan.” Stheno grumbled. “You really should spend more time planning with us and less time talking to those campers of yours.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Euryale waved them off. “You’re too boring for me.”
After breakfast, it was writing time. Medusa sat at her grand desk, tracing the intricate carvings with her finger as she thought over the next weekly.
“Stheno! Euryale!” she called impatiently.
“Yes, what is it?” The two of them replied in synchrony.
“I need ideas for the weekly! Oh dear, it’s due in just a few hours! Can you help me?”
“Of course!” Euryale replied, sitting down at the desk with Medusa to help her write. “That’s what sisters are for!” She began to furiously scribble ideas all over Medusa’s flowered notebook. Stheno watched the two with a frown.
“You’ll never finish if you do that! You two better be serious, or the weekly will be late! I’ll supervise our campers- we certainly need them to do a few weeklies.” She marched into the main garden space and began to gather the campers, telling them sternly that they had to work on their weeklies now. The campers got to work at once, splitting off into small groups as they whispered between themselves and scratched at their tablets diligently.
After quite some time, Euryale and Medusa had finished writing the new weekly. They returned to the main garden space to find campers still writing. Euryale smiled.
“I suppose I should finish my weekly!” She said. “I only need a few hundred words, then I’ll get all 5000 points!”
“We really need them!” Medusa said. “Horror and Mystery are beating us again, the dastardly things.”
“OH NO!” Euryale screamed hysterically. “WE CAN’T LET THEM BEAT US, ADVENTURE AND FAIRY TALES WILL BE SO DISAPPOINTED, AND WE NEED TO COME THIRD AT LEAST!” She began. Stheno, seeing the beginning of an outburst, ran in.
“Oh no you don’t- oh no you DO NOT have a hissy fit here!” She said through gritted teeth. “BREATHE! TAKE ANOTHER BREATH!” She said menacingly as Euryale gulped air, then began to hiccup. She thumped her hands down onto Euryale’s shoulders. “Keep. It. Together. For the campers, at least,” she said.
“Okay. Okay.” Euryale sucked in a deep breath, expelling it slowly. “Keep it together. Keep it together, keeeeep it togeeeethhhheeeerrrr.” She looked unconvinced, but was somewhat calmer now. Medusa walked around to her other side.
“I’m in for a spot of redecorating, the garden’s looking awfully bare! I think we should plant some more flowers. Are you in, dears?” Euryale made a face behind Medusa’s back.
“Nah, I’ll just finish my weekly.” Stheno, ever more tasteful than Euryale, kept a straight face. “I think I’ll keep supervising the campers, or else they’ll never finish their weeklies.”
“Okay, dears! I’ll be gardening then, you know where to find me,” Medusa said as she tied back her hair, scolding her snakes as they wriggled. She walked off into the untamed madness of their bushy garden and disappeared as she trimmed the garden lovingly.
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Overseer Kat, still bound and tied up from when Euryale had found and kidnapped her soul almost a month ago so that she could become Kat/Euryale the gorgon, sat up with excitement at hearing the leaves rustle near her. “MMMPHHHRR NNNGNGNGGG,” she yelled through her gag, “NNNNNNNHHNM FFRRRRGRHH!” But Medusa pruned right past her, never touching the plants that obscured her from view. It was almost as if she knew Kat was there, and was avoiding the spot for that very reason.