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swc | november 2021

nicknames: rosie/rose
pronouns: she/her
cabin: fairy-tales
word goal: 17,919/10,000

november 2, 2021
daily: write about your favorite desert.
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my beloved frozen yogurt,

i remember the day i had fell for you and your sweet and delicious taste. the second you interacted with the sensory cells in my taste buds, it was as if i had entered the heavens of food for the first time. the mangoes and grapes mixed with the crushed cookies covered in a luxurious chocolate sauce gave me a new insight as to what is the true meaning of good food. it had also given me the urge to accompany my mom to her workplace everyday just so i can settle my eyes upon your holiness once more.

unfortunately, with the pandemic, that could not be done as of now due to the age restrictions and the proliferating cases of covid-19. i long for your taste, frozen yogurt. i truly do. i am incredibly woeful that we have to be separated for two years and counting. hopefully, when of all this ends, i could come back to my mom's workplace with her and still find your stall in the distance waiting for me. may your deliciousness and holiness continue to thrive for other people to get an experience of your frozen yogurt.

i love you, frozen yogurt, i really do. i do know that there is another frozen yogurt stall a floor above, but you just hit different, you know? that is how much i value you. your unique taste is something not a lot of frozen yogurts have. they are ordinary. but you? you are extraordinary! i really pity those people who have never gotten a chance to have you. they are missing out on a lot of life as a foodie. i'm glad i accompanied my mom that day. if not, then i would just be like them. that will be a horror.

that concludes my letter. thank you for taking the time to read this.

much love,
rosie <3

the disappearance of carla adams (part one)

“see you tomorrow, dani!”
those were the last words carla texted me.

it was 4 in the morning when i woke up to the sound of my ringtone. it was carla's mom. i picked up the phone and listened despite my feeling of grogginess and being half-conscious. it was only until halfway through the phone call when my senses spiked when mrs. adams uttered words i never thought i'd hear.

“dani, carla is missing.”
“what? what are you talking about?”
“i don't know! she just disappeared!”

she began to break down in tears. i was horrified, yet confused. “how did she disappear?” i asked. “well, we were all asleep. suddenly, i woke up to a scream from carla. i rushed to her room to find her missing. her blanket was on the floor and the window was open. my husband then woke up too. we searched the whole house for her, but there was nothing.” mrs. adams was then breathing heavily. “dani, i have to go for now. i'll be back with you later.” the call dropped. a river of thoughts started raging through my head. who took her? why was she taken? where was she taken?

i couldn't sleep that night. i kept turning around in my bed and fidgeting with my fingers. nothing added up. nothing made sense.

at around 7 in the morning, i decided to get out of bed. i took a shower and ate a sandwich for breakfast. my mom came downstairs a little after i started eating. “good morning, dani!” my mom exclaimed while she hugged me and started making her coffee. “morning, mom.” i replied, giving a slight smile. her smile turned into a look of worry. “everything okay?” she asked. “no. it's carla. she's missing.” i sighed as i buried my head in the table. “missing? how so?” “i don't know. earlier at 4, mrs. adams called me and told the news.” while saying those words, i started questioning the siutation even more. why would she call me at 4 in the morning? why did she suddenly hang up? the more this continues, the more questions spark. “i'm very sorry that has happened, honey, but don't be too pressured; i'm sure the authorities and carla's parents will be able to find her.” my mom gave me a rub on the back as an assurance that things will be okay, but i think otherwise. unless carla's been found, i'm going to involve myself as much as i can. she's my best friend. she has been my best friend since childhood. i won't let those memories come to an end. not now. after eating, i get going to carla's house, hoping to see her parents there so i can get more updates on the situation. i send a text to mrs. adams on the way, and i eventually arrive. while making my way up to the door, i see carla's parents along with a couple police officers. mrs. adams spots me, and runs to give me a hug. “it's so great to see you, dani!” i hug her back. “it's good to see you too.” she escorts me into their house, followed by mr. adams and the police officers. we all settle in the living room, and i listen carefully as carla's parents and the police officers discuss about the disappearance of carla. as the adams were explaining to the police officers, i just realized how much things didn't make sense. i've known that since the start, but i underestimated the situation as a whole. after the police officers left, mr. and mrs. adams sent me off too. “thank you for being here, dani. we know how much you value carla and your friendship with her. don't worry, we'll find her.” that last statement i disagreed with. it's not we who will find her, it is i.

it's time to take action.

november 3, 2021
weekly: characters
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part one (216 words)
special note: i'll be making this tied to my story: the disappearance of carla adams. this one is a flashback from dani's memories with carla. enjoy!

“help! dani, where are you?! i need a flashlight over here! help me!” carla yelled. “wait.” i yelled back. “this is bad! i'm supposed to be finishing my history homework- oh shoot, my science lab analysis report! it's due tomorrow- if the brownout continues until the morning, i'm screwed! very screwed!” i got my hands on a flashlight and moved my hand all around it, trying to find the button. i eventually found it, and started making my way to the living room, where carla was. “oh, thank goodness! if we were to wander in this darkness, i would've been passed out already.” “glad you're not.” “yeah. jeez, my hands are sweating! when will this brownout end? wait, do you have a generator? nevermind, that was in your old house. agh, i'm going to die if i can't get started on my homework within the next few minutes- no, hold on- dang it, nevermind.”

“hmm?”
“nothing! it was nothing.”
“alright then.”

carla and i just sat in silence. there was nothing to do. she was stressed (which is natural when it comes to her schoolwork). soon after, the electricity came back on.

“finally! i can get started on my schoolwork!”
“that's a relief.”

carla excitedly opened her laptop, opened up her school files, and started typing.


part two (524 words)
special note: i'll be making this tied to my story: the disappearance of carla adams. this one is a continuation to part one. enjoy!

my first stop on the way home was the park, which is also me and carla's rendezvous point. i stayed there, sitting on the bench, letting the breeze kiss my face. a few seconds later, a shadow stood over me. when i looked up, i saw a tall man with thick, black, and gelled hair, which was combed to the side, who was wearing a suit and shades. he gave a smirk at me.

“good morning, dani.”
“do i know you?”
“not yet.”

the man was giving me eerie, stalker-type vibes. i hated it, but at the same time, i was intrigued. “you may have heard about the disappearance of carla adams, correct? well, i assume you have, given your relationship with her.” the man said. “yes, i have heard. why?” the man nodded at me, then went closer to me and whispered “i know who is behind the kidnap.” my eyes grew bigger. my mouth slightly opened. “you do?” “why of course! but keep this in mind: the information is not free.” i gave a nervous look at him, then looked down. what did he mean by not free? what did i have to do? would it be anything dangerous? after a minute of silence, mystery man coughed, then straightened his tie. “i see that you need time to think. if you wish to receive the information, give me a call.” he handed out a business card then drove off in his black prius. i knew i had to do it. no matter how life-threatening the cost was, i didn't care. i wanted carla back. i let out a quiet sigh, and stayed in the park for an hour before going home.

once i got home, i called the number on the business card. it didn't take a couple seconds before the man picked up.

“hello?”
“ah, dani! i knew you'd be calling.”
i let out a nervous laugh. “yep.”
“that's what i like about you. full of perseverance, no? haha, anyway, i'll be sending you something tomorrow. it would contain all you need.”
“may i know what's in it?”
“you'll see.”

after that, he hung up. i had mixed feelings about tomorrow, but i had to set them aside. i still haven't told anyone about my plans, but i'm sure that mr. and mrs. adams are well aware about this. speaking of which, i should give them a call.

“mrs. adams?”
“dani! wonderful hearing your voice. i expect that you have already met a man in a suit?”
“yep.”
“great! as mentioned, he'll be sending the information tomorrow. has he talked about the catch?”
“no?”
“oh, alright then. woops!”
“do i have to know?”
“no! no. haha! forget about it. just- are you sure you'd be able to handle it?”
“handle what-?”

like usual, she abruptly hung up. there was something she said before hanging up that i wasn't able to hear. it sounded as if in a deeper voice, and robotic-like. well, whatever that was, i'd find out tomorrow.

i close my eyes, count slowly but surely to 10, and collapse on the bed. nothing would be the same after tomorrow.


part three (371 words)
special note: i'll be making this tied to my story: the disappearance of carla adams. this one is the character design/description of my villain. enjoy!

for the disappearance of carla adams, i have multiple villains. the villain is an organization, actually; but for this, i'll be focusing on “mystery man” from part two of my story. i won't disclose much, as he is mystery man for a reason.

looks: mystery man is a tall (maybe 6 feet?) person, with straight and dark black hair that's gelled and a bit messy. you'd usually see him wearing a suit and shades, along with a watch on his wrist. he has teeth that are purely white. he has heterochromia, so his eyes are brown and blue.

voice: he talks with formality as much as possible, but likes talking casually once comfortable with the people around him. he doesn't really have much of a very deep voice, i can't really describe it.

personality: when you first meet him, he'll seem tricky and mysterious. he'll be leaving you with questions every time. you'd feel slightly intimidated by his aura and way of talking, but you'll eventually get used to it. as your relationship with him progresses, you'd see a very clever person who's good at decision making and planning. he also is patient, so there's a 1 in 100% chance you'd see him blow. you also won't suspect this, but he's a master of manipulation.

flaws: a major flaw about him is that when he's stressed or mad, he becomes fragile and weak. it would then be easy to let his emotions take over his mind. a minor flaw that stems way back from childhood is that he's disturbed. he's paranoid at times, usually for no reason.

backstory: as a child, he was very extroverted and outgoing. he was very joyful and energetic too. but that changed when his school-age years started. his dad started to be an alcoholic, and became abusive. his mother, on the other hand, tried her best to get both her and her son out, but she fell ill and died before she could. his school environment didn't do any better for him either. thanks to his heterochromia, he was often bullied and stereotyped. the only thing that felt like his friend were books. he was an avid reader, which leads to his intelligent and clever mind.


part four (1,015 words)
special note: i'll be making this tied to my story: the disappearance of carla adams. this one is a bonus, and it contains the life of the villain from the villain's perspective. enjoy!

“hello?”
“ah, dani! i knew you'd be calling.”
i let out a nervous laugh. “yep.”
“that's what i like about you. full of perseverance, no? haha, anyway, i'll be sending you something tomorrow. it would contain all you need.”
“may i know what's in it?”
“you'll see.”

i drop the call and smirk. even up to now, i still get amused by that girl. innocent and persevering. not something you would be seeing with a lot of the youth these days. hah, she must have had a great childhood. i take off my shades and change into a shirt and denim jeans, for today's work is completed. i get my black notebook from my bookshelf, open it up, and start writing. not a lot of people would expect such a hobby coming from a man like me, but i like writing in my journal. i find it therapeutic, especially after a long day. i put on an acoustic cover playlist on spotify (i enjoy boyce avenue), and hum along as i write.

14.06.21 - monday

today was another day of work. i had already met ms. dani roosevelt. just like what the adams couple told, she is indeed a person of perseverance, which i find appealing. i had also went to starbucks earlier and ordered a mocha frappuchino. as expected, they misspelled my name. again. apologies for this journal entry being short, but i do promise there would be more tomorrow.

- ⌰⎍☊⟟⏃⋏.

i close up my journal and declutter my desk. i then decide to take a shower before reading. once i finished, i went down to my basement. i pulled out one of the dirty storage boxes, and got a dusty photo album that hasn't been touched in years. i open it up and clench my fist as i scroll through pictures of my “family”, if you would call them that, but i prefer calling them people who were living with me in first living space. they aren't my family. as part of my monthly routine, i let out my anger on the album. i curse at it, punch the pages with my fists, then i finally burn it. yes, it is an eccentric behavior of mine. i am eccentric in some ways. i like things in that manner. odd, strange, and mysterious. after my venting was over, i head back to my house library, and let myself sink in the pages of the books i read.

i was always an avid reader. my interest of it stems from childhood. i've read books from multiple genres, although, i do prefer mythology, fantasy, real fiction, and general reference books. i never saw reading as something i'd like, but it is fortunate that it happened.

after hours of reading, i check the time and find out it's already 7:30 in the evening. i close my books and head to the kitchen to prepare dinner. i'm not great at cooking, although i do have specialty with making soup. i make and eat mushroom soup for dinner, which was one of my mother's best recipes. ah, my mother. a wonderful woman. if only i were wiser back then. pfft.

it's currently 4:17 in the morning. did i forget to mention i have acute insomnia? unfortunately, tonight is one of those nights. lucky me. although, it would be a good time to send the suitcase to ms. roosevelt, considering she has other unsuspecting people in her household who will expectedly be questioning her regarding the contents of the said suitcase. i start packing the suitcase with evidence i promised: documents (i will not be disclosing anything about them), even more documents, a cap, an id, and a few other items. i really question the plans and works of my organization, but i do know that all will be revealed when the time is right. i then call up dani (yes, i do know it's 4 in the morning, but i have to.) to inform her of the delivery.

“salutations, ms. roosevelt.”
“yes?” she answered, although i can tell i have disturbed her rest.
“apologies for the call, however, the information is currently being sent on its way. expect it within 15 minutes.”
“okay, anything else?”
“no, that would be all. have a good morning!”

goodbyes are not really a thing i do when it comes to calls, but i figured that i should do it this time to put ms. roosevelt in a better mood. once the call ended, i called up my organization as well to update them regarding the progress of their plan. it was no problem calling them as they had a day shift team as well as a night shift team.

“good morning. this is ⌰⎍☊⟟⏃⋏ speaking.”
“ah, hello, ⌰⎍☊⟟⏃⋏. has the plan progressed?”
“yes. the information is on its way and will arrive within a short matter of time.”
“splendid. shall i inform the higher-ups about this?”
“please do. thank you.”

and just in time, i get a notification from my phone informing me that the suitcase has been delivered. i check the time. it's 4:35. time for me to start my morning. i take a shower, get dressed in my suit (the shades will be for later), then prepare cereal for breakfast. then, i brush my teeth and take the remaining time to relax. before i can prepare my needed things, i receive a call from ms. roosevelt.

“hello, ms. roosevelt. may i help you?”
“yes, hi. um, just wanted to let you know i received the suitcase.”
“i've heard. anything else?”
“well, i was supposed to ask this earlier, but i fell asleep. er, what's the passcode?”
“passcode? oh, that's for you to figure out. it's part of the mission.”
“what? hold on mystery man, i need to know-”

giving a suitcase with a passcode you do not seem to know is frustrating, yes. but, it's part of the plan and the test. i sigh in exhaustion. even if it seems that the work is done, it's only getting started. and that's how it will be for my remaining work years.

november 5, 2021
daily: write about your dream.
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“rosie! rosie, wake up!” a voice calls out to me. i slowly open my eyes and see a vast field of green grass, with trees and flowers dancing with the breeze and the birds singing a chorus in harmony. my eyes widen in surprise and joy. a few leaves fall from the oak tree i lay down under, and a few fairies come up to me. “welcome, traveler! let us show you around!” one of them said, while extending her hand. i reach out to her hand, and i get teleported to another part of the vast field. “this is the everlasting river, where its waters will never run out!” the fairies smiled. i smile back at them, and take a scoop of water from the river to drink. even with the fact that it is ordinary water, it didn't feel like such. by taking a sip alone, my thirst was quenched. the taste of it was spectacular, as if i have eaten food made by the gods. “this is amazing!” i said loudly. “indeed it is! and that is just the start of your tour. come, let us go to the orchard!” i get teleported once more, and this time it was a place filled with fruit-bearing trees, and it looks as if there's an infinite number of them. i was also given a basket. “go and pick as many as you want! we have a wide supply of fruit and crops, they can last years!” being excited, i ran to the trees and started picking all the fruit. apples, oranges, mangoes, mangosteens, dragon fruits, and a lot of other fruits. even with the many fruits i have picked, the basket does not seem to fill up. “this is magic. if this much supply existed, we might be able to stop world hunger!” i exclaimed. “that is true! unfortunately, this magic only works here in everland. if we fairies and other magical creatures were to apply this magic in the mortal world, then the gods will be angered. well, enjoy it while it lasts, traveler!” the fairy replied. i was going to ask why the gods will be angered, but i wanted to spare the negativity. i had to enjoy it while it lasted. “where else would you like to go, traveler? we have the crystal falls, the skyfall cliffs, the great green forest, or the flowery field; which you were in when you arrived here.” all of them seem like great places, but i had a limited amount of time here. “what are the skyfall cliffs?” i asked. “ooh, glad you asked! skyfall cliffs it is!” the fairy replied joyfully. “wait, i was just asking-” before i could finish, i have been teleported for the last time to the skyfall cliffs. i was at a cliff that seemed to be 200 feet above the ground. my body froze and quivered, but i was amazed at the sight. i was already above a patch of clouds, and i could reach my hand out to the flocks of birds passing by. that's how high i was. “jump, traveler!” the fairy said excitedly while clapping her hands. “what? jump?” i asked while raising my voice in fear. “yeah! that's the fun of the skyfall cliffs. you jump while feeling the wind kiss your face, and then you just end back up here once you reach the ground!” the fairy exclaimed. i didn't like the idea of falling 200 feet and the excitement the fairy had, but i did trust her final statement. “alright.” i closed my eyes, breathed heavily and deeply, then made a cross with my arms and fell. it was a very thrilling experience. i felt an intense and cold breeze, along with gravity dragging me down. i opened my eyes and saw the cliff that seemed to be disappearing, and the fairy was gone. as i was nearing the ground, my vision blacked out.

i opened my eyes and found myself in my bedroom. the fairy was right about enjoying it while it lasted, because it was truly a magical experience i would never be able to experience again.

november 6, 2021
daily: write a story with 4 words from a person in the comments
special note: i'm really invested in this story i've written! i know it feels rushed, but i do have a possibility of making this a full story in the future.

trigger warning: loss, death, blood
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words: incinerate, desire, indemnify, and lily (courtesy of @broken-ice)

“compensate! compensate for the unforgivable damage you have done!”
“heh. would money change anything about what has happened? what has been done is already done and cannot be changed.”
“i don't care about your riches! compensate with your life!”

and with that, he disappeared in a dark cloud of smoke. tears were streaming down my face, and the blood and lifeless body of my own mother in my hands. the amount of rage, grief, and shock i had were unimaginable. what did my mother do to receive a gruesome death? why was it my mother? i was furious. i now seek vengeance. i didn't care how long it would take and i didn't care how difficult it would be. even if it would be the last thing i'd do, i will get my revenge on behalf of my mother. “i love you mom. i really do. i promise you that your death will not be in vain.” i said to my deceased mother, while sniffling and losing breath because of my crying. i just didn't understand. i look up to the dark and rainy skies, and cry out and yell at the top of my lungs. “you will die, abaddon!” i then pass out on my mother out of exhaustion.

apparently, i've been out for 2 days. and i was in a different location as well. i seemed to be on a mountain in autumn season. my mother was also gone. in the distance was a lily that was on fire but wasn't burnt. i get up and slowly walk towards it. before i can touch it, a loud voice yells. “to thou who doth touch the flaming flower of eternity be blessed by the gods of pyro.” i look around the vicinity to try and find the being behind the voice. “hello?” i cry out. i don't get a response, so i hesitantly get closer to the lily and touch it. the second i touch it, a shot of adrenaline goes up my spine. i feel a supernatural spirit enter and merge with my soul. my body emits an orange glow. the moment then stops and i return to normal. “was that the blessing of the gods of pyro? how pathetic.” a familiar voice says from behind. i turn around and see no one other than abaddon, my nemesis. “you.” i said, clenching my fists. “i figured that it would be best to spare the time and end you already, so here i am.” he smirked. he raises his hands, and from his hands, blue fire arises. the skies turn dark and thunder clouds awaken. he brings down his hands and swings them forward. the fireballs release from his hands and fly towards me. with my slow reaction. i make a cross in front of my face and shut my eyes. i then notice that i don't feel any heat on my skin. i open my eyes and see the two fireballs just floating right against my arms. i can also see abaddon unsuccessfully trying to manipulate the fireballs into hitting me. his face was full of anger. “impossible!” he shouted. i give a smirk and launch the fireballs back. “was that the blessing of the gods of pyro, you ask? i'm pretty sure it is.” i replied. before abaddon could react due to him being focused on me, the fireballs successfully it. he stumbles backward. “you may have the upper hand now, child, but not for long!” he launches another batch of fireballs. even if i was able to block 2 of them, the rest managed to hit me. i fall back with bruises on my elbows and ankles. i look up at abaddon, who was laughing. “aren't you weak. reminds me of someone…oh yes, your mother!” abaddon continued laughing. he launched yet another batch of fireballs, but this time, i was prepared. i created a shield to destroy the fireballs, then destroyed it to release a force. “that's it. time to end this.” abaddon said while grinning. he then transformed into an anaconda, but it was 20 times larger than the size of an average one. my eyes widened at the size of the anaconda and i was at a loss for words. the sound of the hissing was louder than a roar of a lion. i felt powerless.

word war (221 words)
opponent: @monchii_

as I stare into the clouds high in the sky, with the sound of waves crashing against the shore; it was only a matter of time before he came to see me. i was nervous. my hands were fidgeting, my lips were curled up, and i just wished that i could be far away from this location; nonexistent. after a while of sky gazing, a voice comes from behind.

“hello?”
“oh, hi. you must be-”
“liam. yes, haha. you're cass, right?”

i nod and smile sheepishly. gosh, what was I doing. i had no idea. i felt like my head was going to explode out of nervousness. i hated the feeling. i blush at him. he blushes back.

“so, how are you?”
“i'm doing good. yep.”
“what do you want to do?”
“probably just sit here and watch the waves crash.”
“sounds good to me.”

he sits down and puts his arm around me. i feel like butterflies were crowding my stomach that I didn't have enough space to breathe. one waves crash after another. eventually, one of the waves brings back a shiny gem. liam walks to it and picks it up, then heads back to show me. he reaches out his hand with the gem in it.

“for you.”
“what?”
“as our first date gift.”

i reluctantly accept it.

november 9, 2021
daily: write a swc fan fiction.
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another day, another arson
“alba, over here!” sini whispers. alba quickly follows sini into the backyard of rini's house, sini's best friend. “i'll check if the coast is clear.” sini whispers to alba. sini sneaks around the area, examining whether she and alba can commit arson or not. “there's no sign of rini. let's go!” alba nods in agreement. alba starts pouring gasoline around the area of rini's house. little did she know that there was an unchecked area which had a trap. alba stumbles on a tripwire and falls. “sini!” alba shouts. before sini can get to alba, she's already caught up in a net with patches of gasoline all over the ground and on her shirt. rini then steps out of her house and into the porch where alba is. “isn't it the arsonist duo?” rini says as she claps slowly and lets out a smile. “sini, you said the coast was clear!” alba frustratingly exclaims. she looks around to see that sini's gone. “honestly, i thought that sini was my best friend. oh well.” rini shrugs. not long after, a smell of smoke starts to fill the air. “what is that?” rini asks, concerned. alba smirks. “so long, faer!” alba brings out a match from her pocket and burns the net. she takes a jump into the porch of rini's house and rushes down the stairs. “get back here!” rini exclaims. as rini was reaching the exit, alba had locked the doors shut. alba the runs to the front of the house to meet up with sini, who was clapping excitedly. “another day, another arson.” alba says as she high-fives sini. sini grins. “this time, on faer.” the two start exchanging laughs and smiles as they walk home, for the mission has been a success.

cabin sorting
before the start of the november 2021 session of scratch writing camp, the campers start taking tours and strolls around the 15 cabins. one of them, daizy, was taking a stroll around the fairy-tales cabin, a cabin she did not want to be in. while there, a co-leader from the mythology cabin, frog, also happened to be there. “hello, hello, campers! just a reminder regarding cabin wars to the fairy-tales cabin: if you plan to attack the mythology cabin, we will be blowing up the entire garden. don't take it all seriously, though; but keep it in mind. cheers!” daizy heard the statement of co-leader and was delighted. “great plan, frog! show no mercy if you do it.” daizy replies. frog lets out a small giggle. but daizy was going to be in for a big turn of events later on at the start of camp.

during the day of cabin sorting, all the campers were gathered around the main cabin. “welcome, campers!” birdi says joyfully. “today will be cabin sorting! there are 15 cabins: adventure, fan-fiction, mythology, horror, fantasy, real-fiction, contemporary, non-fiction, historical-fiction, poetry, thriller, science-fiction, dystopian, mystery, and fairy-tales! here with me are the leaders and co-leaders of each cabin. they will be in charge of bringing you to your designated cabin. have fun!” after birdi's announcement, leaders and co-leaders started rounding up their campers. during the process, faer approaches daizy. “daizy, welcome to fairy-tales. i'm your leader, and birdi's your co-leader!” faer says as she extends her hand to daizy. “what? no, this is a huge mistake-” “it isn't, sweetie. now come along.” faer interrupts with her hand still extended. daizy reluctantly extends her hand as well and follows faer with the other campers to the fairy-tales cabin. “hello to our fairy-tales campers! i'm faer, your leader this session. and on my right is birdi, your co-leader! if you have any queries, feel free to approach me or birdi! have a wonderful session!” “i have a question.” daizy states while raising her hand. “what is it, daizy?” birdi asks. “is it possible to change cabins? i have…issues with being here and i am not comfortable.” faer lets out an amused sigh. “oh? may i know the issues, daizy?” she asks. “i believe you already know them.” daizy says, shrugging with her arms still crossed. “i see. i'm afraid that such action cannot be taken due to the fact that everyone has already been sorted, and it will cause difficulty and confusion if we transfer you at the last minute.” “hmph, fine then.” faer gives out a grin. “again, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out to me or birdi!” faer then heads inside the cabin with birdi, followed by a few other campers. daizy decides to follow them into the cabin, letting out a sigh.

november 10, 2021
weekly: exploring writing
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category one: warmups (200 words, 100 words each)

Pick a topic (e.g. frogs) and write 100 words all about that topic. You only have 100 words, so think about what the most important things to say are! You can include information about the topic, your opinions on it, or a mix.

the vaquita is a species of porpoise and is also the most endangered marine mammal species due to their death from entanglements in illegal gillnets. as of july 2021, it is estimated that only 9 of them are existing. the vaquita is endemic in the gulf of california in baja california, mexico. they are about the size of humans, being about 5 feet long and weighing 120 pounds. it is also the smallest among all the living cetaceans in the world. their population has been decreasing rapidly since 2011, and has decreased by over 90% in the past 10 years.

Without planning or thinking beforehand, write 100 words as you design a character based on the prompt “secret origami expert”

his name is kyle, and he's 16 years old. he's part of his school's basketball team and one of the best among his teammates. you'd usually find him playing sports or playing music on his guitar. he's 5'10, dark-skinned, slightly curly hair, and likes wearing flannel shirts and jeans, and other times, his school varsity hoodies. his weakness is art and cooking. his favorite subjects are mathematics, history, english, and physical education. he's also well-liked by his teachers and peers, and attracts girls from different grade levels and classes. even with all of that, he still remains humble and cheerful.

category two: exploring fiction (700 words, at least 300 words each)

Write a scene with a sad/depressing mood, then write the same scene again with a happy mood, and finally once more with a mood of your choice (e.g. humorous, hopeful, fearful). 100 words per scene, for a total of 300!

it was a rainy day and the sky was dark. the rain was strong that my plans with my friends had to be canceled. i was upset as we were going to go hiking at a park, and then we were going to go on a trip at the zoo. i stayed in my bed, laying down on my side. i was going to try and talk with my friends about the sudden cancelling of plans, but apparently the wi-fi was of no favor towards that decision. i let out a sigh. it was a supposed happy turned sad day.

it was a sunny day and the sky was blue. me and my friends were hiking at a park that's somewhat near our place and it's amazing. the trees and plants there were dancing with the breeze and the trail felt like a getaway from reality. all your worries seemed to disappear. afterwards, we went to the zoo. there were so many animals and it was fun. i got to feed some of the animals and made friends with one of the amusing chimpanzees there. i wish that another trip like this could happen again soon with some more friends.

it was a rainy day and the sky was dark. the rain was strong that my plans with my friends had to be canceled. it was sad, but i still tried to make the most out of the day by being optimistic and hopeful. i pulled out some old board games to play with my family, and we also played some scavenger hunting. when your wi-fi is down and signal is low, the best you can do is spend time with the ones around us, because you never know if tomorrow can grant you that opportunity or grant you otherwise.

Use a random number generator from 1 to the age of your character. Write about a memory your character has from when they were this age. If your character’s more than, say, 50, you can split their life into periods of 5 or 10 years and write about a memory from that period of their life instead of a specific year if you want.

it was a bright and sunny day. my dad was going to teach me how to swim for the first time. my mom had already bought me swimming clothes and i was excited to put them on. i remember i kept asking my dad if we can start learning every second of that day. that's how excited i was. “alright, we can start now. put on your swim clothes and come meet me in the pool when you're done.” my dad said, giving a pat on the head. i was bursting with joy. my swimming clothes were in black and purple, my favorite color back then. after i was done putting it on, i looked at myself in the mirror jumping around in excitement and joy. “mom, i'm gonna learn how to swim!” i exclaimed. “yeah! aren't you excited?” my mom asked while hyping me up. i gave a huge nod and grin. “now go meet dad in the pool so you can start. i'll be following in a minute.” i gave another nod then ran as fast as i could to my dad who gave a smile when he saw me. “there you are, my mermaid princess!” he said. “i can't wait dad! let's start!” “yes dani, we will.” i followed my dad to the pool and sat on the side of it. “alright, you're going to want to hold on to my hands as you enter the pool. afterards, slowly hold on to the sides of the pool; one by one.” i nodded. i slowly entered the pool with my eyes widening and my grin getting larger in excitement. i held on to my dad's arms as tight as i could. “now, try to float. lift your feet up from the floor.” my dad instructed. i did as told, and i eventually found myself floating. “i'm doing it! dad, i'm actually doing it!” i shrieked. “good job! now try holding onto the sides of the pool now.” i placed my hands on the side of the pool, one hand then the other. “amazing work. now, we're gonna learn the swimming part.” that was the happiest day of my life that year. i wasn't able to take up swimming as a hobby or join a school swim team whatsoever; but hey, at least i won't die if i end up in water from whatever reason that can possibly occur.

category three: exploring non-fiction (1210 words, at least 600 words each)

Write a̶n̶ ̶e̶s̶s̶a̶y̶ a few paragraphs discussing the pros and cons of quality > quantity OR arguing your opinion on whether quality or quantity is more important in writing, for 600 words.

my opinion is that quality is better than quantity in writing, as well as all other aspects of life that include both quality and quantity. why? i have a couple of reasons to show you as to why my opinion is that of what i have said.

first off, would you rather have one hundred friends but only 3 of them are true friends? or would you rather have only 3 friends but they actually care and love you for who you are. i'm sure you'd rather have those 3 close and true friends instead of those 97 fake friends in the first option. here's another question: would you rather have a book that contains 600 pages but the plot is bland, or would you rather just have 150 pages but the plot is exciting and entertaining? you would surely choose the option with 150 pages. even if there may be a lot of that certain thing; if the quality is bad, then it ruins the whole thing. if you were a general who is going to go to war and have 500 inexperienced soliders, and the other general has 300 experienced and well-trained soldiers, the general with 300 experienced and well-trained soldiers will win against the 500 inexperienced soldiers who most likely have little training.

you can have as much pages as you want in your book, but if the plot will be bland or dragging, then who would want to buy and read it? there are a lot of books out there that may have 100 pages or less, but the plot makes up for the little pages. nobody likes things that are dragging. nobody likes a movie that's 2 hours long but the plot is a bore. nobody likes clothing that have patches of glitter sprinkled over it but has the impression that a 5 year old made it with a torn shirt. if you are to write a book, then at least make the plot consistent and entertaining. don't make it that the beginning seems so exciting, but then the rest of it are just minor events that don't add up to the plot in any significant way. keep things consistent. if you were to build a house, would you make half of the wall concrete and the other half would be straw? yeah. that's what i'm talking about. if you were to make a meal, would you make the main course delicious with fresh ingredients and then the side dish would be bland, no flavor, and made with frozen ingredients from two weeks ago? sir/ma'am, get your act together! you seriously won't do that, right? of course you won't. i don't know how many times i will emphasize this in my argument, but consistency, quality, and the like are much more important than quantity. what else would convince you? unless you wish for your writing to be like game of thrones, then go ahead.

as steve jobs said, “quality is more important than quantity. one home run is much better than two doubles.” want another example? let's talk financially. let's say there's this expensive designer bag worth $4,000. you decide to buy it. after buying and using it for a while, you find out that the material of the bag is bad and easily gets worn out. you try to get a refund, but the store refuses. congrats. you wasted $4,000 on nothing but garbage.

that ends my argument on why quality is much better than quantity. if i have not convinced you, then you either have a small brain, or you have none.

Write a piece of writing in the style of a magazine or newspaper article all about something SWC related (e.g. word wars, your cabin, SWC itself, the hosts). You could be explaining what it is, announcing breaking news about it or writing an insider’s article on all the ins and outs of it! 600 words.

scratch writing camp (swc)

scratch writing camp, or swc, is a triannual event that was founded by a scratch user named @candylanguage girl in the year of 2017. the earliest evidence to the start of scratch writing camp stems back to 27th of march 2017, with a project by the title of scratch writing camp promo. since then, it has been an ongoing event in the scratch community, being hosted every march, july, and november every year. this current session is being hosted by @bellevue91 and @-alocasia, with @-chocoloco-, @honeybreeze, and @whiteandblackcat as this session's co-hosts. there are 15 cabins: adventure, dystopian, fairy-tales, real-fiction, non-fiction, fan-fiction, historical-fiction, science-fiction, mystery, horror, thriller, fantasy, mythology, contemporary, and poetry. in scratch writing camp, you get sorted into one of the 15 cabins mentioned and do various tasks, such as dailies, weeklies, and word wars to gain points for your cabin.

what are dailies and weeklies? dailies are tasks related to writing that are presented each day for the campers to complete, whereas weeklies are tasks related to writing that are presented each week for the campers to complete. each daily and weekly has a set of points that will be received if you complete it.

word wars are like word sprints wherein you compete with a fellow camper from another cabin who has a similar words per minute count (wpm) to see who can write the most words in a set period of time. for example, let's say you compete with someone for 5 minutes. in that 5 minutes, you have to write as much words as you can. they can be as bland as they can be, but as long as it is all literary work and it does not consist of any keyboard smashing and repetitive typing of words.

at the end of each writing camp session, the final points of each cabin are then recorded and the winners (along with awards) are announced in a project with then follows with the memory book. the scratch writing camp memory book is a compilation of memorable quotes and things said by the campers, (co)leaders, and (co)hosts with each page decorated with artistic hands by the memory book committee. there's also a competition hosted in the middle of the session for the memory book cover, which campers get to vote for once the competition ends.

one significant event in the history of scratch writing camp is the studio 3.0 update made by the scratch team around july of 2021, which caused a lot of changes. one was that only the studio host was now allowed to edit the studio description, which was a disadvantage for word adding. cabin destruction also had to be put to an end due to this unfortunate update. fortunately, there was another way found for word adding, and that was districts or groups. basically, the leader and co-leaders each have their own word count studios with campers equally distributed in them. this idea was proposed by @starique, @cherrybeanie, and @sea-doodles.

even with the studio update and forumers complaining when they see another swc-related forum, (i'm kidding! no offense to the forumers. <3) scratch writing camp still remains in the scratch community for scratchers to gather and unite in the name of writing thanks to the amazing hosts and leaders. scratch writing camp will always be a significant part of my journey on scratch, and i wish others that they get to obtain the same experience as i have on scratch writing camp.

thank you for taking the time to read this. if you have not joined scratch writing camp yet, then why not? go for the opportunity, trust me.

november 11, 2021
daily: write a scene where a character from another world or timeline encounters an object that does not exist in their world.
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arthur bursts the door open with a small, interactive, and rectangular device in his hand. “harry!” he cries out. harry walks down the stairs in his pajamas, yawning. “yes?” harry asks. “say, mind taking a look at this small thing in my hand? it's interactive, and there's a thing on it called facebook. one of my colleagues gave this to me, said he took it from a place in the muggle world called the apple store.” arthur excitedly swipes and taps on the screen, opening and closing the apps. “oh, that's a cellphone.” harry answers, still yawning. “ooh, a cellphone? would you mind explaining to me the functions of a cellphone? my my, muggles these days truly have fascinating inventions.” arthur replied, moving in closer to harry. “well, it's a device that runs on electricity and-” “good morning, harry. good morning, mr. weasley. oh, and that's a cellphone. it's an electronic device that has access to a cellular radio system. it has a number of functions: texting, calling, browsing the internet and social media…” hermione interrupts while arriving from the library. “yeah. that.” harry agrees. “wonderful and spectacular! what was that thing you mentioned earlier…social media?” arthur was getting more curious with the more answers and information he received. as hermione was about to open her mouth to speak, arthur stopped her. “wait, i must get my notebook and pen so i may list these down. surely the office of muggle artifacts will be in awe once i present this information.” arthur rushed toward his bag to get his supplies while leaving the cellphone in harry's hand. “okay, you can start, hermione.” arthur said as he was quickly jotting down the previous information that hermione had told him. “so, social media is a bunch of websites or applications that allow its users to create and share content on the platform. you can share photos, videos, text, documents, and whatever things you wish to share. some examples of social media platforms are facebook and instagram.” with hermione speaking quickly, arthur was quickly jotting down his notes that his handwriting was to messy to see. “…content, documents, instagram…okay, done with my notes. is there anything else to add, hermione?” arthur asked while showing hermione and harry his scribbled up notes. “they're fine, mr. weasley. i do believe that your handwriting is rather…illegible.” hermione replied while nodding slowly at arthur's notes. harry also followed with a slow nod. “yes, thanks for pointing that out, hermione; but no worries, i will be revising them in my other notebook.” arthur replied as he close his notebook. “thank you for the information, hermione and harry. if you have any other information to give, you will find me upstairs.” he said while patting the heads of hermione and harry while the two exchanged thumbs ups. arthur then happily went upstairs to his room to revise his notes. “thanks for the save, hermione. i would've choked on my words.” harry said. “and you would've mislead him.” hermione added in.

november 12, 2021
daily: continue one (or more) of the given pieces of dialogues and continue it.
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“i’m not asking for your good graces. i’m asking for your throne.”

the queen and audience gasp in shock. “my throne? honey, do you even know what you're talking about-” “i do.” zapphira stands up from her knees. “in all my years of living, all you have done is neglect the decisions of me and daphney. It was always you who was in control and it was always you who was in charge. even until now, you forbid me from choosing a man of my choice to be my future husband? i am 18 for pete's sake, mother, and so is daph. and little by little you are making the people of gloria suffer from your decisions. all you care about is the riches, the wealth, and the money.” zapphira said in a serious manner. “is this true, your majesty?” a royal from the audience asks. murmuring and whispering start emerging from the crowd, questioning the authority of the queen. the queen gives a mad look at zapphira. “zapphira. quiet.” the queen says in a deep voice while standing up, clenching her teeth and fists. zapphira gives a smirk. “i'm not your pet, mother.” the queen raises her eyebrows and puts on a new expression. “oh? i must have forgotten then.” the queen picks up her staff and points it at zapphira. “guards, please do escort this person to the dungeons. as for the guests, escort them on the way home. the feast shall be ended now. thank you.” the guards then start taking action. the majority of the guards accompany the guests on the way out while the minority goes towards zapphira to imprison her. “now, i would like an apology from you, dear. i would like to hear it now.” the queen says. “alright, alright. sorry that i'm not sorry.” zapphira replies with a smile. just as zapphira had said those words, zapphira's boyfriend, robbie, came from behind the queen's throne to tie up her hands with rope. while doing that, daphney had put off her royal guard disguise and started to put the guards on their knees with zapphira. “fools! reinforcements will be arriving, they will be-” before the queen could finish, robbie placed a piece of cloth in her mouth. “ma'am, what were you saying? oh right, can't hear you.” robbie sarcastically said, pointing at her mouth. “great work, zaph. what's next?” daphney asked. “well, we'll have to see. but we'd definitely need more backup soon.”
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“no. burn the entire village— we can’t afford to be wrong. plus, it's going to be much fun, trust me.“ zach said. ”i can agree with zach.“ casey added. ”there's a good chance that 98% of the civilians there are already infected with the virus. it's either we do this and save us and the other survivors, or we all die.“ ”and what about the 2% that are not infected? can we not save them?“ rose asked. ”they'd be infected anyway with that 98%. alright, all in favor of burning the village?“ casey asked while raising her hand. majority, except rose, raised their hands as well. rose crosses her arms and lets out a sigh. ”fine. we'll burn the village.“ the group shouts with joy in unison.

later during the evening, the group sits by the campfire, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories. ”it's already evening. we should do it now.“ zach said. ”oh yeah. i almost forgot about the plan, my bad.“ casey said, scratching the back of her head. ”is everyone ready for it?“ damien asked. ”we all should be. okay, let's discuss the plan again: rose, zach, and i will be in charge of pouring the gasoline. damien, lucy, and mark will be ready with the matches. and in case something goes wrong, zia and jude have fire extinguishers with them. oh, and if we get in contact with any of the infected, remember that we all have nerf guns. all clear?“ casey instructed. the group nods. ”let's get the party started.“ jude said in excitement.

once the group has arrived at the village, they started to take their positions. casey, zach, and rose have positioned themselves at each side of the village. they started pouring gasoline both on the ground and on the walls of the houses. damien, lucy, and mark were paired up with one of the gasoline suppliers and waiting on the other sides for a signal. zia and jude were going around the village, making sure that everything was going to plan. the gasoline trio started pouring gasoline, spreading it on the walls and grounds. once they were done, damien, lucy, and mark were given the signal. ”this village is going down!“ damien yelled. each then threw a set of lit matches on the ground, and the fire began. they were all excited as they saw the fire spreading quickly. ”don't let your guard down! if you see ‘em, shoot ’em!“ lucy cried. a few of the infected tried to evacuate, but they were all shot down by one of the group. ”this is madness.“ rose said. ”and it's the fun type. 'least you can tell people that you burned down a whole village."

writing competition entry | scratch writing camp november 2021
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Why Children Aged 12 and Below Should Not Have Social Media (680 words)

Social media is considered to be one of the best things about the Internet. It allows you to communicate with your loved ones, it allows you to share and express your thoughts and feelings, and it also allows you to promote your businesses or work. And another convenient part about it is that anyone can register an account on social media. Although, even with that clear age level for social media of 13 and above, there are still people younger than that who still use it. And yes, it may be okay with the parent or the guardian, but if the child's usage and activity on social media is not monitored, then they might be leading themselves into the dangers and harm of social media. This is why people 12 and below should not be allowed on social media.

Just like the Internet as a whole, you can create an identity for yourself that is the complete opposite of your actual identity. For instance, a senior citizen may pose themselves as a middle schooler, or a grade schooler may pose as a full grown adult. With that possibility, people have the ability to scam people with their online identity in an event called catfishing, wherein a person gathers information and images of someone to create an identity for themselves, usually to scam people. And with the innocence of a child, they would be easy victims for scammers to prey on. Based on statistical reports (scamwatch.gov.au/scam-statistics), about 253,843 cases of scams have been reported as of this year, with 20,000 of them being identity theft. And if the activity of children on the Internet is not monitored by their parents or guardians, then they, too, may fall into those scams.

Now, like what I mentioned earlier, you are free to express your thoughts and feelings on social media. And with those advantages come the disadvantages. As an example, there are people on social media that express themselves too much to the point where some may reveal a lot of their personal information out to the public, or some may be leaking their personal and family matters. Children have that possibility as well. Without proper guidance and administration from their parent or guardian, they have nobody to stop them from doing what they want on social media. They can be posting the addresses and names of their relatives, their whereabouts, and a lot more. Internet predators, hackers, scammers, and a lot of other people on the Internet can use that information to do a lot of things, such as identity theft, hacking, and scamming, to name a few. That is why it is recommended to set your privacy settings on social media platforms to “private” or “friends only” if you are just using your account for personal matters, and do not accept friend requests from random people.

Continuing on from the final sentence of the previous paragraph, we all have heard of the phrase “stranger danger”, correct? Well, there are countless people out there on the Internet, and lots of them we do not know. But just like humankind in general, not every single person on the Internet is good or has good intentions. There are scammers, hackers, online or Internet predators, and a lot of others. Children are usually among those who unaware and least suspecting of simple friend requests on social media. If they have not been educated and told about the dangers of strangers, then they might as well send and accept friend requests from anyone, including people who they do not know. Because of that, it would be a likely possibility that they would encounter someone with bad intentions. And who knows what will happen? Well, it will depend. The possibilities are endless.

That is why if a child's parent or guardian is not willing to monitor their child's usage and activity on social media, then the child should not get social media at all. With all the harm, danger, strangers, and the endless road of possibilities and abilities on the Internet, it would be a risk.

november 23, 2021
daily: write in 5 genres.
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mystery
“sir, nobody is aware of her whereabouts-” “i know.” detective roberts interrupted, pacing around the corner of his office, his hands in his trench coat pockets, and his eyes expressing great distress. he sighs. he stops pacing, and he places his hands on his desk. “where was she last seen?” he asks. “according to cctv footage, sir, she was last seen at a party in the everfall hotels. here she is, in the velvet dress, with a glass of wine in her hand.” his assistant, sir albert, replied, while showing him a picture. the detective opened his mouth, and paused.

contemporary
going back to my home country was something i never thought i would be able to do. i never thought that i would dare go back there after all the trouble and dangers i have experienced. i wanted to forget everything. i wanted to think that i can escape my past and start a new life. no. i was wrong. because of my denial of my past, i am here once more to face the consequences of my ignorance. what a shame. a voice from the speaker comes. “we are nearing our destination. please double check your belongings. thank you.”`

fantasy
in the elven kingdom lies a gem which can grant all your heart's desires, no matter how great the desire is. this gem is called millicent. for hundreds of years, the giants, dwarves, centaurs, and fairies have all sought after the gem, but no matter how much they have tried, they all have failed. however, that all changed when a young girl stumbled upon the gem, and took it, unaware of the power that the gem possessed. only when she turned 21 did she find out of the great abilities that millicent possessed. although, that did not mean no consequences.

horror
we all settle in a dark shed, panting and sweating, our eyes moving around rapidly. nobody can be trusted. each of us are clenching our fists, gnashing our teeth, and anticipating any moment of action. “i'm going to kill you all if i should.” one says, slowly putting her hands on the handles of her dual machetes, ready to unsheathe them. “don't.” another replies. he breathes heavily. “we don't even know if one of us here is the monster-” the boy then went silent. his body started to shake and his veins were popping out. “beware of thee who seeks.”

science fiction
a light shines from the lifeless robot's eyes. mei gasps in shock. “it works! it works!” she exclaims. “hello. i am zozo, here at your service. what can i help you with, mei?” the robot, zozo, asks. mei grins in excitement. “dad! look! zozo works!” she calls to her dad, who's downstairs. within a matter of time, the door to mei's room bursts open with her dad rushing to mei to give her a hug. “i'm so proud of you mei!” he cries. he then turns to zozo, smiling. “good morning, mei's dad. what can i help you with, sir?”

november 27, 2021
weekly: fanfiction
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part one (600 words)

president roosevelt walks into the main cabin, looking around in curiosity. he happens to find his good friend, prime minister winston churchill, sitting down on one of the chairs at the far corner, exchanging conversations with some of the campers. roosevelt smiles. “churchill! wasn't expecting to be seeing you around here.” he says. churchill turns to roosevelt, and exchanges a smile as well. “roosevelt! i did not know that you had an idea about the existence of this camp.” churchill replies. a few campers turn their heads to roosevelt in surprise. “president roosevelt!” one of them exclaims. “hello, darling! why, you all truly have a wonderful place to spend your time. this is certainly something i would have encouraged in america during my tenure as president.” roosevelt said, clasping his hands in delight. “if you excuse me, campers, would you mind giving a tour of this cabin?” churchill asks. roosevelt nods. “i would truly take pleasure in a tour as well. with the grandness of this place, it shall be confusing to know where to go for a certain activity.” “ah, of course. let us all give our honorable guests a tour of our cabin, right, campers?” one asks, looking for agreement. each exchange looks at each other, some in delight and some in surprise. “right!” they agree in unison. “roosevelt, churchill, this way, please.”

the campers each explain in their own words the history of scratch writing camp, as well as the important aspects of it. roosevelt and churchill couldn't help but to nod, occasionally ask questions, and look around in awe. “…and this, sirs, is the cabin wars room.” the wide doors open to reveal a large room filled with tables, chairs, computers, and a handful amount of campers typing to their full extent. “cabin wars. interesting term. what do you do in this cabin wars?” churchill asks. “well, sir, in cabin wars, people challenge people from another cabin to write a certain amount of words within a given time period, or lose points. today is cabin wars day, which is why a lot of people are active.” a camper replies. “hmm, sounds enjoyable. i did not know that people can type words as fast as how those over there are doing.” roosevelt says. “indeed! if you do not know, there is a thing called wpm, or words per minute. it measures how fast you are at typing. would you be interested in trying it?” a camper offers. roosevelt and churchill give approving looks at each other, then both turn towards the camper. “we would love to try out this typing test.” roosevelt says. “excellent! let us move to those empty desks at the right.” the campers escort roosevelt and churchill inside the room. the other campers start taking notice of roosevelt and churchill, and start waving, giving greetings, or simply looking in surprise. churchill and roosevelt wave back to the campers as they are finally escorted to their desks. “alright, sirs, you may begin typing whenever you are ready. good luck!” roosevelt and churchill start to competitively and swiftly type, their eyes focused on the words displayed in front of them.

a minute passes, and both take their hands of the keyboard. “well done! kindly tell your scores.” “i got a score of 54. what about you, churchill?” “i got a score of 54 as well! i must say, that was an intense test.” “it truly is, roosevelt and churchill. now, that concludes our tour of the main cabin. i hope you enjoyed!” “thank you!” roosevelt and churchill say in unison. “truly a wonderful experience.” “indeed, roosevelt.”

part two (310 words)

you step into this vast forest, where the evergreen trees dance to the breeze and a variety of birds sing in harmony. the freshwater river greets you, its water never running dry. a patch of flowers welcomes you in, the delicacy and beauty of each enchanting your surroundings. in the distance, you see a creature playing the harp. its skin white as snow, its hair glistening like the sun, and its presence emitting a warm and lovely feeling. you step closer, and it takes notice of you. “hello there, human.” it leaps off from the rock on which it sits, and lands right in front of you, singing into your ear a melody of healing and peace. you take a step back in amazement, and your eyes feel blessed by its angel-like appearance. “tell me, what is your name?” the creature asks. you utter your name, stuttering. “pleased to meet you. i am alora, an elf. i play this harp to bring peace and healing to those who enter, and to bring people into the magic of the forest.” alora extends her hand. “are you willing to be part of this world? come with me, and escape all of reality. escape your worries, your troubles, your anxieties. you have been pressed on enough, my dear.” you open your mouth, but have no words. you question yourself. “what about my family and friends? what about the good things in life?” you ask. “do you not trust what i am offering you? what is presented is a hundred times better than what you possess in your miserable and mortal life. it would be foolish to disregard it.” the elf's hand is still extended. you look back, pause, then turn back to the elf. you give out a heavy sigh. you hesitantly but surely take the hand of the elf.

“welcome to hell.”

part three (300 words)

a row of lanterns welcome you from both sides of the path. you constantly turn your head around in multiple directions, enchanted by the beauty of the vast fields of flowers and trees, each one swaying to the humid breeze. sticks, stems, and plants snap and crack in half as you continue to tread, your insatiable wanderlust wanting more. you seek to find something; something that your heart has been longing for ever since it started beating. you run and walk tirelessly, thoroughly searching every nook and cranny of the garden. “what do you seek, wanderer?” a small and quiet voice calls out. you turn around and see a fairy looking at you with its round eyes. “ah, nothing.” you reply. “it is not nothing that you are looking for. so, what are you looking for?” the fairy asks once more. you let out an exasperated sigh. “it's nothing, alright? leave me alone.” you say, raising your voice at the fairy, who stumbles backwards in fear. “please, master, do not let worldly thoughts overcome your spiritual thoughts. what you are seeing in front of you now is something that is supposed to bring healing and comfort, yet you come here with a corrupted mind.” the fairy says. you start to process the words of the fairy; your eyes light up in realization. “oh my - i am incredibly sorry for my behavior. i promise i will not act like such again.” “no need to worry. a lot of people end up here, yet forget the simple beauty of nature. it is my duty to redirect them to the right path.” you nod in agreement. suddenly, the path lights up, leading to a large tree in the middle. “you have passed the test. expect that all your heart's desires may be granted.”

part four (1,060 words)

as a new day starts, the campers are woken up by the sounds of the alarms ringing. they all gather in the main cabin for their meals, and then return to their respective cabins for their roll calls. in the historical fiction cabin, otherwise known as the hi-fi cabin, there seems to be two absences from their cabin - daisy and elle. “…alright, has anyone seen elle or daisy?” juli, one of the co-leaders of hi-fi, asks the group. the campers shake their heads. juli scratches her head. “where are those two?” she asks herself. “okay, everyone stay here. i'll ask the others if they know where daisy and elle are.” juli announces. she walks out of the cabin and makes her way to the main cabin, where the hosts remain on their tables. “ah, hello, juli! do you need something?” birdi asks, noticing juli by the entrance. “hi, birdi! i was just going to ask, do you know where daisy and elle are? they aren't present for roll call.” juli asks. “have you tried checking their rooms?” kat, a co-host, asks. “yes, but they aren't there either.” juli shrugs. the hosts and co-hosts exchange confused looks at each other. “well, when did you last see them?” birdi asks, placing her hands on the desk. “last night, before we - well, i - went to sleep. they were going to stay up talking about cabin wars and hot men in flamingo suits.” juli says, feeling slightly awkward about the last sentence. “hot men in flamingo suits…? erm, was there anything else that they mentioned?” birdi tries asking, trying to receive more information. “unfortunately not. i apologize for this rather irrelevant information; there isn't much i know.” juli replies. “no worries, juli. i recommend trying to ask other leaders and campers; they might know where those two are. best of luck to you, juli.” birdi says, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder to juli. juli gives a smile, then walks away and out of the cabin. she then starts going around the area and asking different people from different cabins about daisy and elle's whereabouts. “sorry, haven't seen them.” and “i don't think so.” are the only responses given to juli, who's starting to get bemused. she then returns to the hi-fi cabin, uncertain of what to do. as she returns to the cabin, she sees a group of campers who are playing monopoly, but turn their attention away to ask about juli's success in finding daisy and elle. “have you found them?” they asked. juli lets out a sigh. “nope. no sign of them. i talked to birdi and the other hosts, along with some of the leaders and campers. they all said the same thing.” the group nods and continues playing their game of monopoly. juli heads upstairs to her room and ponders about the whereabouts of daisy and elle. after a while of pacing, juli comes up with a plan.

“campers! i have an announcement to make.” juli exclaims as she rushes down the stairs. the campers turn towards juli, who clasps her hands. “we will be conducting a search party for our beloved leader and co-leader, elle and daisy. i wish for everyone to go in pairs or threes and walk around the vicinity, thoroughly going through each nook and cranny. understood?” the campers nod. each starts grouping themselves and going out of the cabin or inside the cabin, searching tirelessly for their leader and co-leader. some of the campers, leaders, and hosts also join in the search. they search far and wide, and even in the places least expected. shouts of their names go all throughout the camp, some even put up missing posters with poor sketches of their faces that are unrecognizable at first glance. all throughout the day, the campers, hosts, and leaders alike dedicate their souls to seeking and saving the lost, even at the costs that it would take. eventually, evening greets them with a cold and still breeze, with the sounds of cicadas buzzing throughout the air. “no luck. literally.” juli says, exhausted, while she and her campers return to their cabin. they dive into the couches or beds, seeking warmth and relaxation from them after a long day's work. suddenly, the door to their cabin opens, revealing a panting birdi with a pile of papers in her hand. “hey, juli. we unfortunately weren't able to find daisy and elle yet, but i promise you that the search will be commencing tomorrow. rest well, hi-fi! we'll find them soon.” birdi gives a smile, then slowly closes the door. juli smiles back and gives a small wave, then lets out a sigh while bringing out her phone. “it's either they went sleepwalking, bought flamingo suits, or simply escaped for no reason.” the campers nodded while some started to head to their rooms to sleep, and others sank into the couches to doze off. will they find their leaders, or will they forever be bewildered by their disappearances? it shall depend whether they will be victorious in their search or not.

once again, a new day arises, and the sound of the alarms ring to give the members of scratch writing camp their wake-up call. they start their morning routine then turn to their respective agenda and tasks for the day. the historical fiction campers, as well as their co-leader, juli, start preparing more missing posters and lists of places to look for daisy and elle. although, before they can start, they receive a slow and quiet knock on the door. “come in, please.” juli replies. the doors open, and by it stands 2 average height girls, both with messy and tangled hair while carrying backpacks on their left hand and water bottles on the right. “elle! daisy!” juli cries. “where have you been?!” she asks, rushing towards the door. “we…” “were…” “drawing…” “hot men…” “in flamingo suits…” both daisy and elle responded in their groggy voices, each taking turns finishing the sentence. “for one whole day. you're kidding.” juli says, crossing her arms. “well…we fell asleep.” elle said, yawning. daisy then slowly rests herself on the floor, about on her sketch pad but falling asleep before she could do so. juli and the campers have a moment of silence, then start groaning and yelling out of frustration. “please. don't do that. ever. again. alright?”

november 28, 2021
daily: picture your mind as a physical place.
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when you step into the mind of rosetteu-, you would be welcomed to a highly organized factory that is in black and white. a futuristic, scientific-like factory, each piece of equipment being the finest, most advanced, and also the ones that you would find at the top of the market. from conveyor belts to compressors to laser sintering machines, everything that you can possibly imagine being in a factory is there at its highest quality and peak performance.

with each memory carefully being processed and stored in the storage room, it would be rare that you would find a malfunction happening with the professional workers and equipment being used. on the walls are bookshelves that span the entirety of the factory, each filled with books that contain loads of information obtained by rosetteu- over her years of living. in the vast and never-ending storage room lay shelves with neatly stacked and tightly sealed scrolls, each tied perfectly with a black ribbon. when the ribbon is untied and the scroll is opened, a holographic depiction of the memory emerges and is presented as to how well the memory is recalled.

although, not every memory of rosetteu- is perfect and something worth remembering. in the depths of the storage room lay a section not as well-lit compared to the rest of the sections, and the scrolls contained were hastily rolled and tied. the holographic depictions of those scrolls are of less quality and tend to glitch often, and some have errors in presenting the depiction.

in another room contains a room of creativity. it contains different items that represent each hobby and interest of rosetteu-. from musical instruments to racks which hold bows and quivers, it is a room to separate yourself from the world and simply be creative and let your imagination go wild. you may practice archery, perform music, create calligraphy posters, or anything that your heart desires. picture what you want in your head, and bring that image to life.

the final room is the most special of them all. it contains nothing but achievements such as certificates and trophies along with a big board that contains all of rosetteu-'s hopes, dreams, visions, and goals that are all presented in a neat and simple layout. this is to remind rosetteu- of what she wants to be in life and her journey as a person.

november 29, 2021
daily: how is it like to be an swc (co)host?
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on the last day of the year, in the time when everyone is enjoying themselves and the last few days of the year, it is also the season of releasing the leader applications for scratch writing camp's march 2022 session. it is currently 3:45pm, and the hosts and co-hosts, assumingly birdi, alba, kat, honey, and bookie, are getting ready for their short meeting regarding leader applications. they're getting comfortable in their seats, ensuring that their internet connection is stable, and logging onto zoom.

*alba has joined the meeting*
*birdi has joined the meeting*
*honey has joined the meeting*
*kat has joined the meeting*
*bakie has joined the meeting*

“hello! this meeting will be short; i would not want to waste anyone's time here. now, kat, please present the agenda for today.” birdi says. “agh, i forgot about it.” kat replies, scratching her head. “oh, erm, okay then. well, alba, is the project regarding the leader applications ready to be released?” birdi asks. alba opens her mouth and raises a finger, about to speak. “not yet. sorry, i was busy with…things.” alba answered, giving a shrug. “i guess we will have to postpone it then. please though, alba, we don't have a lot of time and we do have a quite fixed schedule.” alba nods. “now, how's the progress regarding said applications, alba, kat, and honey? ah, bakie as well.” “well…” “actually…” “we barely even started, birdi.” alba said, completing the sentence. a moment of silence circled the air, and in the center was birdi blinking, bemused. “look, birdi, we went on an arson spree with alba for the past weeks. that also explains why we weren't active.” bakie added shyly, giving a slight smile. the others also smiled shyly. “alright. i would all like a talk with you-”

*honey has left the meeting*
*bakie has left the meeting*
*alba has left the meeting*
*kat has left the meeting*

“goodness." birdi says, sighing.

*birdi has left the meeting*

later in the evening, birdi, bakie, alba, kat, and honey get together to celebrate new year's eve. they commit arson on the neighbors, do karaoke, and simply have the best time of their lives. did they forget about the leader applications? certainly. did they care? well, it is up to us to find out ourselves.

new year's eve has passed, and it is officially new year's day, as well as the start of the new year 2022. along with the festivities and gatherings, a couple hundred people anticipate and patiently wait for the leader applications for the march 2022 session to be released. once again, a final meeting is held amongst the (co)hosts.

*birdi has joined the meeting*

“hmm. i shall wait.” birdi says to herself, her hands clasped on the desk.

*kat has joined the meeting*

“hello, kat. are the others around?” birdi asks. “no, i don't think so. they're all pretty tired from last night.” kat answers. “speaking of which,” kat yawns. “i'm pretty tired too. can this please be a rest day, birdi? i promise, we'll get those leader applications done within the next 3 days.” “alright.” birdi answers.

*kat has left the meeting*
*birdi has left the meeting*

later on, in the secret group chat between bakie, alba, kat, and honey…

alba: so?
kat: we have 3 days to complete it.
bakie: 3 days. really? alba said we still have one more week left of commissioning to do before that mafia boss pays us.
*birdi has joined the group chat*
birdi: what.
*birdi has been removed from the group chat*
alba: who invited her!?!
kat: i may have did.

scratch writing camp | november 2021 (thank you notes)

the november 2021 session of scratch writing camp has finally ended. it has been my first session, and i guarantee it will not be my last. after falling into social life problems and issues, this is what brought me back up. i cannot thank everyone enough for the memories i've made, friends i've met, and everything else. this event was not just about writing, but it was about a lot more. i don't have enough words to express my gratitude.

behold, some special notes to special people involved in scratch writing camp. i truly apologize if your name wasn't included, but this is for everyone, included or not: thank you. thank you so much and i look forward to having more memories with you, on and off scratch writing camp.
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to the hosts

birdi (bellevue91): thank you for being an amazing host and co-leader of fairy-tales. i must say, i am truly impressed by your photography skills. i don't think i can say much, but we should get to know each other more - you're an interesting, kind, and friendly person to talk to.

alba (-alocasia): the arsonist superior and a wonderful songwriter-singer. you and sini are a great couple, too. apologies if i haven't started working on that paper mache art of the two of you, but i promise i'll make it. thanks for being awesome.
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to the co-hosts

bakie (-chocoloco-): ah, i don't think i know much about you but thanks for co-hosting! (goodness, this is such a short and meaningless note.)

kat (whiteandblackcat): mother! thank you for the scissor privileges and everything else you've done for scratch writing camp and your family. i hope you and honey may be able to expand your family tree.

honey (honeybreeze): my other mother! thank you for co-hosting and helping out with managing the flopflip-breeze family along with helping out with adopting 5 other children as kat is at maximum capacity.
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to the leaders and co-leaders
this will be a general note to all the leaders and co-leaders as i don't know much about each one, haha.

wow. i cannot believe the responsibility and tasks that you hold in managing your cabins, campers, and anything else that's part of being a (co)leader. thanks for keeping us campers in check, as well as tracking our word counts! each of you spent a lot of time working on the cabins alone, then you have to constantly update the description, and give out those activity check/welcome messages to campers at the start of the session? i truly give my utmost respect to you all, same goes for the (co)hosts and campers alike. thank you for your time, dedication, and effort.
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to special people

daizy (crazy-daizy): daizy. literally the person i talk to the most on an off-site platform. over the session, our friendship grew closer, and i'm glad about that. i look forward to torturing and talking with you more.

elle (-everiasting): you and daisy seem so alike that sometimes i can't tell the both of you apart, heh. well, i hope that we may be able to talk more (and possibly fill up our empty private messaging chats, haha) over time.

daisy (mydoggiedaisy): i find your energy and enthusiasm amusing. you also talk quite fast, haha. cheers to more of those questions of yours and interesting topic starters!

faer (bixez): thanks for the convincing briberies! i also noticed your note to me; yes, we should indeed talk more, haha. looking forward to those conversations and such!

sini (sunshine_the_rainbow): griffpatch. i will say this now: when i visit germany, i will look for you, i will find you, and i will greet you. i also enjoyed when we were confusing daisy and daizy about the location of germany.

jessica (rainbowcupcakey): jessica! thank you so, so much for being incredibly kind and supportive. thank you for listening to my vents and rants and overall being a great person. i await the day when we meet in-person.

ozzy (wheelxr): thanks for being the person to do matching profile pictures with me in a while. also, i hope we may be able to adopt more kids and expand our family tree.

addie/em (creatiivity): we're still starting off, but i look forward to more talks! hopefully, you'd be able to get back to learning la campanella, and if you have already, then i hope you'd be successful in mastering it. good luck!
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to everyone

thank you for being a part of my scratch writing camp experience, and i look forward (this is the nth time i've said the phrase ‘look forward’.) to have more memories and talks with you! i'm sorry if you didn't get a special note, but keep in mind that just because i didn't give you one doesn't mean you aren't special to me. you are all special and i cherish all of you, even if we haven't even got to start our own conversations together.

may you have a great life.

best regards,
rosetteu-