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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
SWC Daily 3/2
I created this story off of the flavors sunlight, shattered glass, and peppermint. I focused more on the actual flavors than I did on the ice cream part. The total word count is 528!
“You do it.”
“No, you.”
Anxious voices filled the room, their hushed tones breaking the solemn silence of the room. At the center of the room, the glass orb stirred. It’s golden glow illuminated the otherwise dark room. Inside the orb contained a single drop of sunlight. The group of children stood huddled around the orb, their eyes wide in astonished wonder.
“Who’s going to touch it?” someone asked
“Not me,” one replied
“Never!” the second one cried.
All the children took turns voicing their fervent oppositions, until only one girl remained. Expectant gazes shifted to focus on the one girl left.
“Well Violet,” said the oldest of the children. “Since you’re the only one left…” His voice trailed off. Everyone knew what Violet had to do.
Violet shifted uncomfortably. Finally, she sighed and proceeded to touch the mysterious orb. The children gasped as her hands met the surface of the glass. Julie picked up the orb and peered through the glass. At first nothing happened. Suddenly, the orb started to get brighter. A sudden gust of wind swept over Violet’s mind, and her mind grew cloudy. When the fog started to clear, Julie found herself standing in the village she lived in. But how? A few seconds ago, she had been inside the basement, with the other children. Down the street, she spotted a fellow neighbor. Violet waved but he didn’t seem to notice her. Her neighbor continued walking down the street, in Violet’s direction. Yet even as he got closer, he didn’t seem to notice her. It was then that realization suddenly dawned on her. They can’t see me, she thought to herself. Is this a dream?
The scenery started to fade, and was replaced by a different one. She was still in her village, but this time she was outside her home. The air was thick and smoky. With a sinking feeling, Violet realized what was happening.
Her house was in flames. Trapped inside the house was her family, including herself.
The horrifying image of what lay in front of her submerged Violet in dread and alarm. Make it stop! The thick smoke from the fire was starting to cloud Violet’s senses. She also detected a strange smell of peppermint, the same one she had smelled earlier. Fog began to seep into Violet’s mind and everything went blank.
Violet woke to the sound of hushed whispers. She recognized the voices of her fellow children. Her eyes opened to the sight of the children staring over her. She recognized the familiar walls of the basement. Pure relief washed over her. She wasn’t trapped anymore! As Violet stood shakily to her feet, the children pestered her with questions. She ignored them, instead focusing on the glass orb that had now shattered. Broken pieces of glass scattered the floor, but the drop of sunlight was gone. Good, Violet thought to herself. She never wanted to see another drop of sunlight in her life. Not after the images it had shown her.
With sudden understanding, Violet realized what the drop of sunlight had shown her—not being seen and watching her family suffer.
They were her worst fears, her nightmares.
I created this story off of the flavors sunlight, shattered glass, and peppermint. I focused more on the actual flavors than I did on the ice cream part. The total word count is 528!
“You do it.”
“No, you.”
Anxious voices filled the room, their hushed tones breaking the solemn silence of the room. At the center of the room, the glass orb stirred. It’s golden glow illuminated the otherwise dark room. Inside the orb contained a single drop of sunlight. The group of children stood huddled around the orb, their eyes wide in astonished wonder.
“Who’s going to touch it?” someone asked
“Not me,” one replied
“Never!” the second one cried.
All the children took turns voicing their fervent oppositions, until only one girl remained. Expectant gazes shifted to focus on the one girl left.
“Well Violet,” said the oldest of the children. “Since you’re the only one left…” His voice trailed off. Everyone knew what Violet had to do.
Violet shifted uncomfortably. Finally, she sighed and proceeded to touch the mysterious orb. The children gasped as her hands met the surface of the glass. Julie picked up the orb and peered through the glass. At first nothing happened. Suddenly, the orb started to get brighter. A sudden gust of wind swept over Violet’s mind, and her mind grew cloudy. When the fog started to clear, Julie found herself standing in the village she lived in. But how? A few seconds ago, she had been inside the basement, with the other children. Down the street, she spotted a fellow neighbor. Violet waved but he didn’t seem to notice her. Her neighbor continued walking down the street, in Violet’s direction. Yet even as he got closer, he didn’t seem to notice her. It was then that realization suddenly dawned on her. They can’t see me, she thought to herself. Is this a dream?
The scenery started to fade, and was replaced by a different one. She was still in her village, but this time she was outside her home. The air was thick and smoky. With a sinking feeling, Violet realized what was happening.
Her house was in flames. Trapped inside the house was her family, including herself.
The horrifying image of what lay in front of her submerged Violet in dread and alarm. Make it stop! The thick smoke from the fire was starting to cloud Violet’s senses. She also detected a strange smell of peppermint, the same one she had smelled earlier. Fog began to seep into Violet’s mind and everything went blank.
Violet woke to the sound of hushed whispers. She recognized the voices of her fellow children. Her eyes opened to the sight of the children staring over her. She recognized the familiar walls of the basement. Pure relief washed over her. She wasn’t trapped anymore! As Violet stood shakily to her feet, the children pestered her with questions. She ignored them, instead focusing on the glass orb that had now shattered. Broken pieces of glass scattered the floor, but the drop of sunlight was gone. Good, Violet thought to herself. She never wanted to see another drop of sunlight in her life. Not after the images it had shown her.
With sudden understanding, Violet realized what the drop of sunlight had shown her—not being seen and watching her family suffer.
They were her worst fears, her nightmares.
Last edited by -RoseBunni (March 3, 2022 23:58:52)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
- misuhk
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
misu's swc writing thread
♪─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────♪
july ‘22
dailies
➵ 4th jul
ambiguity
“Hurry, I’m telling you we’ll be late –”
“But I don’t want to go. I’m not ready yet!”
“Come on, I know it’s really close. But we have to hurry, before the doors close. You know when the doors close, you can’t get in right?”
“It’s fine, I just don’t want to go, I’m scared!”
“I know it’s your first time and it’s my first time as well, don’t be scared! You know so many have come here before us, it’s a well known place. They wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t something great, would they? Besides you’ll never know if you never try, everyone only gets one chance!”
“But, you know, this is the only place to go, right?”
“Well there’s another place over on the other side, really far away. I heard it’s a horrible place to be, let alone be stuck there for, like, forever. A whole eternity. Until you get a chance to move on, you don’t have a choice at all. You don’t want to go there … “
“But please, I miss the people I left behind. Can’t I go back?”
“We’re already here, it’ll become a missed opportunity.”
“They’ll fade into my memory … “
“You won’t remember them anyways. It’s time to move on.”
“Just — let me — please — ?”
“No you can’t, please, I don’t want to stay here. Come on, let’s go. We’ll really be locked out if you don’t hurry. Have you heard about those who didn’t make it?”
*silence*
*clock tolls in the distance*
“Now look. We’ve missed it.” 256
vagueness
“Look! Don’t you want to get that?”
“Oooooooooh, that looks so nice. If only I could have luck and stuff like that, I’d become a millionaire in no time at all.”
“I know, I know.”
“I wish! I want to become someone like them. But these things just aren’t for people like us.”
“Hmmmm, maybe not? I mean, you never know, right? But it’s true, perhaps not for now, no.”
“Yeah, but one can imagine. Imagine getting whatever we want and having all the cool stuff in our lives. Life would really be way easier, wouldn’t it … ”
“Don’t trick yourself. Let’s stop ogling at things we don’t have and go somewhere else.”
“Haha, it’s always fun to dream, isn’t it. Things are so unpredictable, we were a little unlucky in life.”
“But yeah, you know impossible things won’t become possible solely with wishful thinking so — Look, all eyes are on us. Shhhhh and hurry up already.”
“Okay okay I get it! ………. Ugh look at this. Another bad one. Guess my luck’s run out for the day.”
“Don’t blame it on luck and start taking action. Things don’t happen overnight, do they. Let’s get another one. No, this isn’t good. They aren’t any. Have they run out?”
“I don’t know, maybe. Let’s go somewhere else, maybe it’ll be there!”
“Good idea, but we can’t just walk out like this …”
“Hm, yeah, let me get something then.”
“They’re watching us, haha. Better choose quickly.”
“Don’t rush it! It looks suspicious.” 251 and i give up
weeklies
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other writing stuff idk
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♪─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────♪
july ‘22
dailies
➵ 4th jul
ambiguity
“Hurry, I’m telling you we’ll be late –”
“But I don’t want to go. I’m not ready yet!”
“Come on, I know it’s really close. But we have to hurry, before the doors close. You know when the doors close, you can’t get in right?”
“It’s fine, I just don’t want to go, I’m scared!”
“I know it’s your first time and it’s my first time as well, don’t be scared! You know so many have come here before us, it’s a well known place. They wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t something great, would they? Besides you’ll never know if you never try, everyone only gets one chance!”
“But, you know, this is the only place to go, right?”
“Well there’s another place over on the other side, really far away. I heard it’s a horrible place to be, let alone be stuck there for, like, forever. A whole eternity. Until you get a chance to move on, you don’t have a choice at all. You don’t want to go there … “
“But please, I miss the people I left behind. Can’t I go back?”
“We’re already here, it’ll become a missed opportunity.”
“They’ll fade into my memory … “
“You won’t remember them anyways. It’s time to move on.”
“Just — let me — please — ?”
“No you can’t, please, I don’t want to stay here. Come on, let’s go. We’ll really be locked out if you don’t hurry. Have you heard about those who didn’t make it?”
*silence*
*clock tolls in the distance*
“Now look. We’ve missed it.” 256
vagueness
“Look! Don’t you want to get that?”
“Oooooooooh, that looks so nice. If only I could have luck and stuff like that, I’d become a millionaire in no time at all.”
“I know, I know.”
“I wish! I want to become someone like them. But these things just aren’t for people like us.”
“Hmmmm, maybe not? I mean, you never know, right? But it’s true, perhaps not for now, no.”
“Yeah, but one can imagine. Imagine getting whatever we want and having all the cool stuff in our lives. Life would really be way easier, wouldn’t it … ”
“Don’t trick yourself. Let’s stop ogling at things we don’t have and go somewhere else.”
“Haha, it’s always fun to dream, isn’t it. Things are so unpredictable, we were a little unlucky in life.”
“But yeah, you know impossible things won’t become possible solely with wishful thinking so — Look, all eyes are on us. Shhhhh and hurry up already.”
“Okay okay I get it! ………. Ugh look at this. Another bad one. Guess my luck’s run out for the day.”
“Don’t blame it on luck and start taking action. Things don’t happen overnight, do they. Let’s get another one. No, this isn’t good. They aren’t any. Have they run out?”
“I don’t know, maybe. Let’s go somewhere else, maybe it’ll be there!”
“Good idea, but we can’t just walk out like this …”
“Hm, yeah, let me get something then.”
“They’re watching us, haha. Better choose quickly.”
“Don’t rush it! It looks suspicious.” 251 and i give up
weeklies
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other writing stuff idk
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Last edited by misuhk (July 4, 2022 13:27:18)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Blue's March 2022 SWC Bread Crumbs
Follow the bread crumbs and you'll find my main thread! Wow! I promise I absolutely will not be recreating Hansel and Gretel. I swear. I am not a candy witch in the forest. Yet.
>> Blue's March 2022 SWC Content Log <<
Main Cabin Weekly #1
>> Link to Weekly Challenge Listing/Requirements/Explanation
Part 1: Poetry
Requirements: 5 types of poetry consisting of 300 words in total
>> Poetry Workshop <<
- Diamante
Cats
Mischievous, Intelligent
Slinking, Hiding, Sleeping,
Pets, Lovable, Trusting, Perfect
Running, Eating, Barking
Honest, Loyal
Dogs - Haikus
Haikyu #1: Spring
Springtime awaits for
Winter's last yawn to pass first
before blossoming
Haikyu #2: Popcorn
The happy popping
of the wild kernels sparked them
with the joy of youth
Haikyu #3:
When the frogs ribbit
One should heed the coming rain
For frogs love the rain - Free Verse
Title: Me
Like the roots of a stubborn plant - I need to hold steadfast
Steadfast against the curling, churling of worms; strong against the world overhead
Or maybe, if not like the smallest, tiniest, plant, then like the ant of the grand anthill
Patiently, patiently, preparing for a instinctual thrill
Or perhaps, if not like the ant - one of faceless many, then just me
Steadfast against the chaos of the world
Patient for the expectation of the unknown
Me, steadfast, patient, me. - Didactic Cinquain
Competition
Arduous, Worthwhile
Exciting, Challenging, Nail-biting
Competition is chaotic good.
Rivalry - Acrostic
Title: Blue
Boiling over with
Love and the antithesis,
Unhappiness rolling covertly beneath
Exclaim, for you have yet to discover the truth
Title: Enthusiasm
Evening calls toward those who listen, a lullaby of treacherous complacency for anyone to hear.
“Never shall I rest,” respond a wayward traveller; worn and weary, cold and bone-chilled
“Thy eyes art tired” Evening countered, “Whatever keeps thee moving?”
He refused to falter, “My soul warms my bones and my eyes art opened by the hope of future things.”
“Useless is thy plight of resistance - thee will crumble to the path of time.”
“Simple are my thoughts of excitement” the traveler called, “Time awaits none, but neither will I await it.”
In bellowed a wave of cold, swirling flurries of white
and down the weary traveler fell: “Asinine art thy hopes,” Evening jittered, “Thee too will find sleep.”
Stubborn is the traveler, fallen and crumbled, worn and weary, cold and bone-chilled.
“My soul warms my bones,” a new lullaby joining the air, “and my eyes art opened by the hope of future things”
Poetry Section Word Total: 324/300
Part 2: Essays
Requirements: 1 three paragraph (Introduction, 1 Body Paragraph, Conclusion) essay about a nonpolitical topic. The total word count of this essay should be 500 words or more.
>> Essay Workshop <<
Essay Section Word Total:
Part 3: Script Writing
Script Writing Total:
Part 4: Non-Fiction
Requirements: Write two different non-fiction writing pieces of different types, written in different styles. Each piece should be at least 400 words.
>> Non-Fiction Workshop <<
Autobiography - Narrative Writing
The issue with the weather of my hometown, as I've found over the years, is that it can never quite decide what temperament it shall wear for the day. In turn, it seeks vengeance upon those that guessed and still found themselves woefully unprepared. I, myself, have found myself in such clutches of the weather's annoyance. Today was one of those such days. The rainy season had settled like blanket, seemingly snuffing out the sun's rays for days on end. Monday had been rainy and warm and humid, and, yet, when the moon had showed its face behind a curtain of looming clouds, the temperature was anything but muggy.
Journalism - Persuasive Writing
Non-Fiction Total: - - - /800
Last edited by Bluemoon195 (March 9, 2022 03:49:29)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
in-cabin daily 3/2/22
I created this story from three randomly generated sprites (Soccer ball, Hen, Tatiana)
Word count: 398
On a rainy day, Tatiana was walking back to her house. It was pouring hard, and Tatiana’s home was too far away. Tatiana decided to cut through the soccer field to get to her house. She knew that her shoes would get wet, but she would get to her house faster. Tatiana was halfway through the soccer field when she spotted a hen with a soccer ball.
“How strange…a chicken with a soccer ball. When did hens play soccer?” Tatiana said to herself.
Tatiana pretended she never saw that and kept walking through the field. She ignored the hen as best as possible and tried to focus on getting to home.
“If only I could play soccer.”
Tatiana suddenly halted. She just heard a hen talk. This day was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Tatiana had played soccer for a few years and maybe she could teach the hen the basics. Ignoring that she was completely soaked, Tatiana carefully approached toward the hen.
“Excuse me, but I believe I could teach you the basics of playing soccer. You already have a soccer ball so teaching you should be easy.” Said Tatiana.
“Ack! Who are you? How could teaching soccer to a chicken be so easy! Our legs are shorter and thinner than humans making it hard to kick the ball. I am barely taller than the soccer ball.” replied the hen.
Tatiana took a moment to realize that teaching a chicken to play soccer was harder than she thought. Trying to stay positive, Tatiana replied “My name is Tatiana. It will take longer than usual, but I believe that you have the potential to play soccer!”
The hen believed her and let her teach her. The process was long and painful. Lots of arguing and fighting happened but it was worth it. In the end, Tatiana had taught the hen how to kick the soccer ball and the rules of soccer. It wasn’t that much, but Tatiana felt it was worth it. By the time Tatiana was done teaching the chicken, the rain had gone away, and the sun was shining brightly.
“I really appreciate you helping me!” said the hen
Tatiana smiled and said nothing. She walked back home and change her wet clothes. When Tatiana got home, she plopped down her bed. “This is the weirdest day I’ve ever had” Tatiana said to herself.
I created this story from three randomly generated sprites (Soccer ball, Hen, Tatiana)
Word count: 398
On a rainy day, Tatiana was walking back to her house. It was pouring hard, and Tatiana’s home was too far away. Tatiana decided to cut through the soccer field to get to her house. She knew that her shoes would get wet, but she would get to her house faster. Tatiana was halfway through the soccer field when she spotted a hen with a soccer ball.
“How strange…a chicken with a soccer ball. When did hens play soccer?” Tatiana said to herself.
Tatiana pretended she never saw that and kept walking through the field. She ignored the hen as best as possible and tried to focus on getting to home.
“If only I could play soccer.”
Tatiana suddenly halted. She just heard a hen talk. This day was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Tatiana had played soccer for a few years and maybe she could teach the hen the basics. Ignoring that she was completely soaked, Tatiana carefully approached toward the hen.
“Excuse me, but I believe I could teach you the basics of playing soccer. You already have a soccer ball so teaching you should be easy.” Said Tatiana.
“Ack! Who are you? How could teaching soccer to a chicken be so easy! Our legs are shorter and thinner than humans making it hard to kick the ball. I am barely taller than the soccer ball.” replied the hen.
Tatiana took a moment to realize that teaching a chicken to play soccer was harder than she thought. Trying to stay positive, Tatiana replied “My name is Tatiana. It will take longer than usual, but I believe that you have the potential to play soccer!”
The hen believed her and let her teach her. The process was long and painful. Lots of arguing and fighting happened but it was worth it. In the end, Tatiana had taught the hen how to kick the soccer ball and the rules of soccer. It wasn’t that much, but Tatiana felt it was worth it. By the time Tatiana was done teaching the chicken, the rain had gone away, and the sun was shining brightly.
“I really appreciate you helping me!” said the hen
Tatiana smiled and said nothing. She walked back home and change her wet clothes. When Tatiana got home, she plopped down her bed. “This is the weirdest day I’ve ever had” Tatiana said to herself.
Last edited by hxney-cloud (March 3, 2022 05:03:39)
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3.3.2022 - daily 3
Wonderful prompt from @filly3000! Flavors: vanilla, rainbows, & ash
Daily for Contemporary:
Chloe skipped high in the air, Joey walked slowly, his head down, and I, Zoe tried to stand tall and act like I knew neither of them.
“Let's go, let's go, let's go!” Chloe pushed Joey ahead by the shoulders, annoyed with how slow he was walking.
“Ugh…” Joey mumbled, getting even slower, “Leave me alone.”
I walked ahead, not wanting to bother with them, the ice cream store just a few blocks away.
“Joey!” I heard Chloe screech from behind, “I know some bad things have happened but you've gotta be more positive. Going to an ice cream store will be just the right thing!”
"Some bad things have happened?“ Joey replied. ”A million things have!“
Chloe's head went down just like Joey. She was obviously getting sad. I didn't want that. I turned around, walked towards them, and put a hand on Chloe's shoulder. I was taller than all of them, although we were triplets.
”Look, I know it's a few months since Mom died, but we can't keep staying as sad as we are now. We gotta move on.“ I said, not really knowing what I was saying.
”Do you not even care?“ Joey stood up straight, staring at me with the same green eyes I had.
”I do care. Of course I do. We all do.“ I didn't want to argue so I just said, ”We've arrived at the ice cream store, let's go.“
”I'm not going.“ Joey grumbled.
”Oh, come on!“ Chloe yelled. ”This was where the happiest memory we've had happened!“
Chloe dragged Joey all the way into the store. I looked at the cashier and tried to smile.
”Hello!“ I said, a bit too cheerfully.
”Greetings! Wow! Are you all triplets?“ The cashier exclaimed.
”Yes.“ Joey spoke up. He added, ”Wish we weren't.“
”I'm sorry, I didn't hear the second part of what you said?“ The cashier asked.
”Oh,“ Chloe interrupted, ”He said nothing!“
”Well, take a look at the menu! Unless you already know what you want.“ The cashier replied, turning her head towards the menu on the screen.
I looked. There was a huge amount of unusual sounding ice creams. I figured I'd get the usual, the one I'd ordered when Chloe, Joey, my mom, and I were at this same ice cream store last time.
”I'll have… vanilla. Plain vanilla.“ I said.
”One vanilla ice cream, coming up! Anything else?“ The cashier tapped a button on the register.
”Rainbows! Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows!“ Chloe could act so childish sometimes.
”Ash…“ Joey muttered.
I was surprised. Chloe, Joey, and I all ordered the same thing we ordered last time we were here with Mom. I guess we didn't want to let go of the memory.
”Perfect!“ said the cashier, ”Will that be all?“
I nodded. We paid for the ice cream and found a table for us to sit at.
The ice cream was delicious. As I swallowed one scoop after another, I smiled at the thought of the memory.
”Chocolate isn't a very fancy flavor like Rainbows,“ Mom had said, ”But it's equally delicious!“
I looked from Chloe to Joey. They seemed to be enjoying their ice cream too.
”Yum!" I said, and smiled again.
(534 words)
Wonderful prompt from @filly3000! Flavors: vanilla, rainbows, & ash
Daily for Contemporary:
Chloe skipped high in the air, Joey walked slowly, his head down, and I, Zoe tried to stand tall and act like I knew neither of them.
“Let's go, let's go, let's go!” Chloe pushed Joey ahead by the shoulders, annoyed with how slow he was walking.
“Ugh…” Joey mumbled, getting even slower, “Leave me alone.”
I walked ahead, not wanting to bother with them, the ice cream store just a few blocks away.
“Joey!” I heard Chloe screech from behind, “I know some bad things have happened but you've gotta be more positive. Going to an ice cream store will be just the right thing!”
"Some bad things have happened?“ Joey replied. ”A million things have!“
Chloe's head went down just like Joey. She was obviously getting sad. I didn't want that. I turned around, walked towards them, and put a hand on Chloe's shoulder. I was taller than all of them, although we were triplets.
”Look, I know it's a few months since Mom died, but we can't keep staying as sad as we are now. We gotta move on.“ I said, not really knowing what I was saying.
”Do you not even care?“ Joey stood up straight, staring at me with the same green eyes I had.
”I do care. Of course I do. We all do.“ I didn't want to argue so I just said, ”We've arrived at the ice cream store, let's go.“
”I'm not going.“ Joey grumbled.
”Oh, come on!“ Chloe yelled. ”This was where the happiest memory we've had happened!“
Chloe dragged Joey all the way into the store. I looked at the cashier and tried to smile.
”Hello!“ I said, a bit too cheerfully.
”Greetings! Wow! Are you all triplets?“ The cashier exclaimed.
”Yes.“ Joey spoke up. He added, ”Wish we weren't.“
”I'm sorry, I didn't hear the second part of what you said?“ The cashier asked.
”Oh,“ Chloe interrupted, ”He said nothing!“
”Well, take a look at the menu! Unless you already know what you want.“ The cashier replied, turning her head towards the menu on the screen.
I looked. There was a huge amount of unusual sounding ice creams. I figured I'd get the usual, the one I'd ordered when Chloe, Joey, my mom, and I were at this same ice cream store last time.
”I'll have… vanilla. Plain vanilla.“ I said.
”One vanilla ice cream, coming up! Anything else?“ The cashier tapped a button on the register.
”Rainbows! Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows!“ Chloe could act so childish sometimes.
”Ash…“ Joey muttered.
I was surprised. Chloe, Joey, and I all ordered the same thing we ordered last time we were here with Mom. I guess we didn't want to let go of the memory.
”Perfect!“ said the cashier, ”Will that be all?“
I nodded. We paid for the ice cream and found a table for us to sit at.
The ice cream was delicious. As I swallowed one scoop after another, I smiled at the thought of the memory.
”Chocolate isn't a very fancy flavor like Rainbows,“ Mom had said, ”But it's equally delicious!“
I looked from Chloe to Joey. They seemed to be enjoying their ice cream too.
”Yum!" I said, and smiled again.
(534 words)
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March 3, 2022 - Daily
✧×✧
Flavors: dragon scale, lofi vibes, lemon (courtesy of @-DesVision-)
“Here.”
A cool glass slipped into his hands brought Quetzal out of his thoughts. Smiling, holding a similar glass of lemon tea, was Lily.
Quetzal glanced down at his cup. Ice cubes floated in the honey-colored tea, bumping slightly against the lemon wedges as the cup trembled in his hands. “You remembered the ice.”
Lily scoffed. “Of course. Ice for you, hot for me. That’s how we always did it, remember?”
‘Did’.
Not ‘do’.
“Yeah.”
Taking a seat next to him, Lily glanced out at the lake. “It’s been a while since we spent time like this.”
“Yeah.”
Lily frowned, her black eyes filled to the brim with worry. Quetzal glanced away from her piercing stare. “Quetzal… do you still not wanna talk about it?”
Almost instantly, Quetzal shook his head.
“Oh. Well, not to pressure you or anything, but Blaine’s getting worried. I’m getting worried. We’re here for you, okay? We just want to help you.”
Quetzal thought back to the person he once was. Bright. Excited. Laughing, always.
Perhaps the journey had taken more of a toll on him than he’d thought.
A sound filled his senses as he took a sip of the tea. Soft, smooth, with a hint of a crackle here and there. Soothing imperfection.
Whether he was describing the tea or the music, he didn’t know.
As Quetzal gazed out at the fog settling over the lake, he could feel himself getting lost in the sound of lo-fi music. Taking another sip of his tea, with Lily’s warmth beside him, Quetzal almost let a smile spread across his face.
Almost.
“Did you find the dragon scale, at least?”
Lily’s soft voice hurt more than it should have. Quetzal squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to not replay the memories.
She doesn’t know.
Stop before it comes.
Stop, stop, stop.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, tears welled up in his eyes - hot, stinging tears.
“Quetzal!?” Lily’s surprised voice. “Oh my gods, I am so sorry. I-”
Quetzal grabbed her wrist, where their matching friendship bracelets had once rested, mentally begging her to stop. To not say a word.
“Quetzal?”
Letting go of her wrist, he buried his head in his hands.
The dragon scale was supposed to fix everything.
We were supposed to go back to normal.
The dragon scale would have brought back normal!
But if it’s gone…
Does normal even exist anymore?
✧×✧
Flavors: dragon scale, lofi vibes, lemon (courtesy of @-DesVision-)
“Here.”
A cool glass slipped into his hands brought Quetzal out of his thoughts. Smiling, holding a similar glass of lemon tea, was Lily.
Quetzal glanced down at his cup. Ice cubes floated in the honey-colored tea, bumping slightly against the lemon wedges as the cup trembled in his hands. “You remembered the ice.”
Lily scoffed. “Of course. Ice for you, hot for me. That’s how we always did it, remember?”
‘Did’.
Not ‘do’.
“Yeah.”
Taking a seat next to him, Lily glanced out at the lake. “It’s been a while since we spent time like this.”
“Yeah.”
Lily frowned, her black eyes filled to the brim with worry. Quetzal glanced away from her piercing stare. “Quetzal… do you still not wanna talk about it?”
Almost instantly, Quetzal shook his head.
“Oh. Well, not to pressure you or anything, but Blaine’s getting worried. I’m getting worried. We’re here for you, okay? We just want to help you.”
Quetzal thought back to the person he once was. Bright. Excited. Laughing, always.
Perhaps the journey had taken more of a toll on him than he’d thought.
A sound filled his senses as he took a sip of the tea. Soft, smooth, with a hint of a crackle here and there. Soothing imperfection.
Whether he was describing the tea or the music, he didn’t know.
As Quetzal gazed out at the fog settling over the lake, he could feel himself getting lost in the sound of lo-fi music. Taking another sip of his tea, with Lily’s warmth beside him, Quetzal almost let a smile spread across his face.
Almost.
“Did you find the dragon scale, at least?”
Lily’s soft voice hurt more than it should have. Quetzal squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to not replay the memories.
She doesn’t know.
Stop before it comes.
Stop, stop, stop.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, tears welled up in his eyes - hot, stinging tears.
“Quetzal!?” Lily’s surprised voice. “Oh my gods, I am so sorry. I-”
Quetzal grabbed her wrist, where their matching friendship bracelets had once rested, mentally begging her to stop. To not say a word.
“Quetzal?”
Letting go of her wrist, he buried his head in his hands.
The dragon scale was supposed to fix everything.
We were supposed to go back to normal.
The dragon scale would have brought back normal!
But if it’s gone…
Does normal even exist anymore?
- AnuMaria
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Scratcher
50 posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
i had an error with my system now it's over
Dailey -
My ice-cream flavours - lemon- chocolate chip , ice burnt chocolate-chip cookie , key lime pie .
Lydia Martin a nervous , shy teenager and really liked a quiet space was very different from her twin Lucy Martin a goofy , outgoing and wants noisy space . anyways it was the first day of summer vacation and Lucy was very hot and tired . Why don’t you go and get some groceries . their mother asked them . really ?? lucy groaned . I have-e an idea . Lydia suggested . Let’s-s go and get ice-cream . that a good idea . mother said .
Half an hour later . they head to the ice – cream shop * Ice-cream Sundays * it was kind of an unusual shop it had many flavours even the most unusual type like crayon ice-cream , vanilla pencil ice- cream and so on ……
Lydia and lucy went with their elder sister Holly . in the shop the waitress handed them the menu . thanks you . lucy said and Lydia nodded . hmm what are you going to order . holly asked inspecting it closely . there are so many kinds . off these what will you chose hmm maybe chocolate ice – cream or strawberry ice-cream . hey – hey now something ordinary nah – ah . lucy said scoffing . I am going to get ice burnt chocolate – chip cookie my friend told me it tastes amazing and look brilliant too. Fine then Lucy . I ‘ll take uh vanilla strawberry chocolate ice – cream no wait I ‘ll vanilla pencil . no no I actually want – key lime pie ice – cream with lemon pieces with lemon sprinkle and I ‘ll take lemon chocolate chip . Lydia said
We ‘ll order now . holly said to the waitress the waitress came and wrote down their order . soon the waitress came and gave the ice – cream . Lydia got her first then lucy then holly . Lydia started licking her cone . hmm burnt crispy and tasty ahh they get it just perfect . this is like the best ice – cream shop ever . its true . holly said eating her . this ice – cream is amazing . . Lydia nodded putting a spoon full of ice – cream in her mouth . mmmmm . she said happily . you right this is one of the best ice – cream shop ever . I think so too what about you ??
charlotte took a sigh. Fine . she said in slightly grumpy voice . why don’t you read it charlotte . Alice said call me Charlie . charlotte said . I never told it before but please call me Charlie . the girls nodded and started to read the book . soon it was time to eat supper a loud bell was heard. They all ran out . A week passed by . all the girls started loving their school and were becoming closer to each other day by day . it was a Saturday Morning . Molly woke up with a scary nightmare of a ghost. What is it ? a voice asked . it was Alice . oh nothing . good morning .a bright and high voice was heard . hazel . molly though happily she was discharged from the sick bay two day ago and was up and about . molly smiled today will be as normal as any day . but it was not . the girls had got up to the dinning room to they sat down . hmm chocolate syrup and pancakes. Irene said as she dig in then she feels something she takes it out. It’s a note . she cried . she read it out . Be careful or this won’t be the only thing you get . – singed the shadow – huh !! Alice said the shadow . who’s that . she tears opens her pancake and finds a note . think you are smart ha! You are not . – signed the Shadow - miss Dale . Alice called . look here . however Miss Dale was talking to another girl and didn’t hear her . don’t tell anybody . Irene said lazily munching on some bread sticks Alice shrugged and crumbled her paper and threw it and it landed perfectly in the bin . nice throw Alice ! molly said . Alice smiled five years in basketball training and you can throw a crumbled paper into the bin . the others giggled . come on . JJ said loudly . we need to go to class now . the girls head to their classroom and in the evening the girls head their room after their dinner . they head to their dorm and went to their bunks . Suzan a housemaid greeted them . Greetings ladies , she said in polite manner . eaten your dinner . yes Suzan . molly said a bit sleepily . well then go ahead and rest and Suzan and left the room . two months later ……………………….
It was a Saturday morning and the girls were talking about all the adventures they had in the past two months . remember three weeks ago we found where all the missing jewellery went . yeah . said molly . I remember it was raining heavily and it was an light out and everyone and had a touch light most of us where chatting and telling ghost stories and stuff like that I had to go to the rest robut my tourch light had gone out and I bumped to something I thought that was the bathroom …. Molly tries to find the handle she shook her touch and the light came back she shone her light and gasped it was not the bathroom door she shone her torch and realised she wasn’t near the bathroom she gasped she got her phone out and text it to Alice and sent her location to her . Alice found the message and came running . thank goodness
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Dailey -
My ice-cream flavours - lemon- chocolate chip , ice burnt chocolate-chip cookie , key lime pie .
Lydia Martin a nervous , shy teenager and really liked a quiet space was very different from her twin Lucy Martin a goofy , outgoing and wants noisy space . anyways it was the first day of summer vacation and Lucy was very hot and tired . Why don’t you go and get some groceries . their mother asked them . really ?? lucy groaned . I have-e an idea . Lydia suggested . Let’s-s go and get ice-cream . that a good idea . mother said .
Half an hour later . they head to the ice – cream shop * Ice-cream Sundays * it was kind of an unusual shop it had many flavours even the most unusual type like crayon ice-cream , vanilla pencil ice- cream and so on ……
Lydia and lucy went with their elder sister Holly . in the shop the waitress handed them the menu . thanks you . lucy said and Lydia nodded . hmm what are you going to order . holly asked inspecting it closely . there are so many kinds . off these what will you chose hmm maybe chocolate ice – cream or strawberry ice-cream . hey – hey now something ordinary nah – ah . lucy said scoffing . I am going to get ice burnt chocolate – chip cookie my friend told me it tastes amazing and look brilliant too. Fine then Lucy . I ‘ll take uh vanilla strawberry chocolate ice – cream no wait I ‘ll vanilla pencil . no no I actually want – key lime pie ice – cream with lemon pieces with lemon sprinkle and I ‘ll take lemon chocolate chip . Lydia said
We ‘ll order now . holly said to the waitress the waitress came and wrote down their order . soon the waitress came and gave the ice – cream . Lydia got her first then lucy then holly . Lydia started licking her cone . hmm burnt crispy and tasty ahh they get it just perfect . this is like the best ice – cream shop ever . its true . holly said eating her . this ice – cream is amazing . . Lydia nodded putting a spoon full of ice – cream in her mouth . mmmmm . she said happily . you right this is one of the best ice – cream shop ever . I think so too what about you ??
charlotte took a sigh. Fine . she said in slightly grumpy voice . why don’t you read it charlotte . Alice said call me Charlie . charlotte said . I never told it before but please call me Charlie . the girls nodded and started to read the book . soon it was time to eat supper a loud bell was heard. They all ran out . A week passed by . all the girls started loving their school and were becoming closer to each other day by day . it was a Saturday Morning . Molly woke up with a scary nightmare of a ghost. What is it ? a voice asked . it was Alice . oh nothing . good morning .a bright and high voice was heard . hazel . molly though happily she was discharged from the sick bay two day ago and was up and about . molly smiled today will be as normal as any day . but it was not . the girls had got up to the dinning room to they sat down . hmm chocolate syrup and pancakes. Irene said as she dig in then she feels something she takes it out. It’s a note . she cried . she read it out . Be careful or this won’t be the only thing you get . – singed the shadow – huh !! Alice said the shadow . who’s that . she tears opens her pancake and finds a note . think you are smart ha! You are not . – signed the Shadow - miss Dale . Alice called . look here . however Miss Dale was talking to another girl and didn’t hear her . don’t tell anybody . Irene said lazily munching on some bread sticks Alice shrugged and crumbled her paper and threw it and it landed perfectly in the bin . nice throw Alice ! molly said . Alice smiled five years in basketball training and you can throw a crumbled paper into the bin . the others giggled . come on . JJ said loudly . we need to go to class now . the girls head to their classroom and in the evening the girls head their room after their dinner . they head to their dorm and went to their bunks . Suzan a housemaid greeted them . Greetings ladies , she said in polite manner . eaten your dinner . yes Suzan . molly said a bit sleepily . well then go ahead and rest and Suzan and left the room . two months later ……………………….
It was a Saturday morning and the girls were talking about all the adventures they had in the past two months . remember three weeks ago we found where all the missing jewellery went . yeah . said molly . I remember it was raining heavily and it was an light out and everyone and had a touch light most of us where chatting and telling ghost stories and stuff like that I had to go to the rest robut my tourch light had gone out and I bumped to something I thought that was the bathroom …. Molly tries to find the handle she shook her touch and the light came back she shone her light and gasped it was not the bathroom door she shone her torch and realised she wasn’t near the bathroom she gasped she got her phone out and text it to Alice and sent her location to her . Alice found the message and came running . thank goodness
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Daily Mar. 3
Flavors suggested by @WarriorsSilverstream
Flavors: Adrenaline, Screaming from rooftops, Wind Blasting in Face.
Word Count: 969
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Kai shut down his alarm clock and lazily dragged himself out of bed, taking a look out his bedroom in the process. Outside the road was blocked off to make way for dozens of stands, lined up across the entire street as far as Kai could see, all of them selling… Wait, what is that? Ice cream? “Oh yeah,” Kai thought. Today was ice cream day in this town. Hundreds of vendors and customers as far as the eye could see were lined along the street. Yes, this may seem strange, absurd, or, dare I say, wacky, but ever since Kai had moved to Kethel, Illinois, not much had seemed very “strange.” I mean, the only reason this city's on the map is because it was voted “America's weirdest” by the people of the US for the past 8 years. And they do not plan on losing that record. Anywho, where was I? Oh yeah, Kai went downstairs, ate some french toast for breakfast, and went to go see his friends and enjoy this lovely Saturday. Kai got on his bike and started riding towards his best friend Mark's house. During the ride, Kai couldn't help but admire all the ice cream he was riding by. A truck came in and delivered what looked like 400 pounds of ice cream. After a glance at one of the vendors, he could faintly make out Mark's face, who was hanging out alongside their other friends Justin, Kori, and Sam. Kai began to ride towards them. The group said their hellos, started talking about random stuff, like who aced last week's math exam, and who spammed the group chat last night. “Oh hey! We're a an ice cream fair, aren't we?” Mark asked “So how about we go get some ice cream?” “Sounds good to me.” Sam replied. “I'll go with Kori to that stand…” “Me and Mark can go over there,” Kai interjected. “And I'll go by myself over there.” Justin added. “Let's meet up here at 4:00.” Kai suggested. Agreements came from the rest of the friends as they split up. Time passed, while each of them tried a few flavors, ‘til the clock struck 4 and they had all met back where they started. “I gotta leave soon. my mom’s pickin' me up,” remarked Kori. “Yeah, and I promised my parents I'd be home by 4:30.” Mark added. “Okay then.. how about we all do something together?” Kai suggested. “How about..” Justin started. “Ice cream water slide?” “No way!” Kori exclaimed. “Yeah, I'm with her.” Kai added. “This is the only time this week I have actually good clothes on.” “How about an ice cream rodeo?” Sam suggested. “I don't even wanna know what that is.” Justin said. ‘Oh come on!“ Sam started. ”Like your suggestion was any better!“ ”Guys, guys!“ Kai interjected. ”Quit arguing. How about uh.. erm… ’Ice Cream Wheel?'“ he asked, reading from the sign to his left. ”Sure.“ ”I don't see why not.“ ”Okay then, let's go.“ said Kai, as he walked into the tent. ”Greetings,“ said their guide. ”I'm Hal, and I'll be your guide. Step through any door you want and experience…“ he paused for dramatic effect. ”The ‘Ice Cream Wheel’“ The group stepped forward to find a giant wheel with nonsensical flavors in each slot. Each flavor was written in a different color, from green, to red. Kai assumed each green flavor was normal, like strawberry and chocolate. Each red flavor was probably something unexpected, like dandelions or clouds. Hal spoke. ”Who would like to-“ Sam pushed him out of the way and said, ”Me!“ and spun the wheel as hard as she could. The wheel spun for a longer than anyone could expect, about 45 seconds, until it rested on a flavor written in orange writing, labeled ”Adrenaline“ ”Cool! So can I try it?!“ Sam asked. ”Here ya go.“ Hal said as he handed her the ice cream cone. ”I have an extra; who wants one?“ ”I'll take it!“ said Justin. The pair tried the ice cream. Suddenly, in both their minds, they felt an odd sensation. In simple words, they felt adrenaline, which you probably guessed by now. I could describe to you in many words, how they felt. The way their bodies felt, restless, bursting with energy. I could describe how it was unlike anything they had ever tasted, which probably meant it was unsafe so they didn't eat anymore after the first bite. I could describe it. But I won't. Anyway, Mark went up to spin the wheel next. It landed on ”Screaming on the Rooftops'“ Flavor. ”Wow, that was… oddly specific.“ Kori said. She and Mark went up to taste the ice cream. Now, it's hard to describe how screaming from the rooftops would taste like. So I guess we'll skip that. Finally, Kai spun the wheel, and landed on Wind Blasting in Face flavor. Hal handed him a cone with blue ice cream. Kai was reluctant to eat it, so he took a small slick beforehand. As soon as he tasted the ice cream, he felt it. The exhilaration he felt, along with the sweetness of the ice cream, gave off a sensation so vibrant, so awe-inducing, that he ate the whole thing. Welp, after an entire day devoted to eating ice cream, the group was stuffed. An incredible day in this odd town. ”Maybe living here won't be so bad after all,“ Kai thought. As he walked out, he reflected on the incredible journey he had this day, a day he wouldn't forget. ”Yes,“ he thought. ”It won't be that bad.“ Their guide, Hal, picked up a scrap of paper with some notes scribbled onto it. ”Yeah, that'll be 49.99.“ he said. Kai thought to himself. ”On second thought…"
Thanks for reading!
Flavors suggested by @WarriorsSilverstream
Flavors: Adrenaline, Screaming from rooftops, Wind Blasting in Face.
Word Count: 969
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Kai shut down his alarm clock and lazily dragged himself out of bed, taking a look out his bedroom in the process. Outside the road was blocked off to make way for dozens of stands, lined up across the entire street as far as Kai could see, all of them selling… Wait, what is that? Ice cream? “Oh yeah,” Kai thought. Today was ice cream day in this town. Hundreds of vendors and customers as far as the eye could see were lined along the street. Yes, this may seem strange, absurd, or, dare I say, wacky, but ever since Kai had moved to Kethel, Illinois, not much had seemed very “strange.” I mean, the only reason this city's on the map is because it was voted “America's weirdest” by the people of the US for the past 8 years. And they do not plan on losing that record. Anywho, where was I? Oh yeah, Kai went downstairs, ate some french toast for breakfast, and went to go see his friends and enjoy this lovely Saturday. Kai got on his bike and started riding towards his best friend Mark's house. During the ride, Kai couldn't help but admire all the ice cream he was riding by. A truck came in and delivered what looked like 400 pounds of ice cream. After a glance at one of the vendors, he could faintly make out Mark's face, who was hanging out alongside their other friends Justin, Kori, and Sam. Kai began to ride towards them. The group said their hellos, started talking about random stuff, like who aced last week's math exam, and who spammed the group chat last night. “Oh hey! We're a an ice cream fair, aren't we?” Mark asked “So how about we go get some ice cream?” “Sounds good to me.” Sam replied. “I'll go with Kori to that stand…” “Me and Mark can go over there,” Kai interjected. “And I'll go by myself over there.” Justin added. “Let's meet up here at 4:00.” Kai suggested. Agreements came from the rest of the friends as they split up. Time passed, while each of them tried a few flavors, ‘til the clock struck 4 and they had all met back where they started. “I gotta leave soon. my mom’s pickin' me up,” remarked Kori. “Yeah, and I promised my parents I'd be home by 4:30.” Mark added. “Okay then.. how about we all do something together?” Kai suggested. “How about..” Justin started. “Ice cream water slide?” “No way!” Kori exclaimed. “Yeah, I'm with her.” Kai added. “This is the only time this week I have actually good clothes on.” “How about an ice cream rodeo?” Sam suggested. “I don't even wanna know what that is.” Justin said. ‘Oh come on!“ Sam started. ”Like your suggestion was any better!“ ”Guys, guys!“ Kai interjected. ”Quit arguing. How about uh.. erm… ’Ice Cream Wheel?'“ he asked, reading from the sign to his left. ”Sure.“ ”I don't see why not.“ ”Okay then, let's go.“ said Kai, as he walked into the tent. ”Greetings,“ said their guide. ”I'm Hal, and I'll be your guide. Step through any door you want and experience…“ he paused for dramatic effect. ”The ‘Ice Cream Wheel’“ The group stepped forward to find a giant wheel with nonsensical flavors in each slot. Each flavor was written in a different color, from green, to red. Kai assumed each green flavor was normal, like strawberry and chocolate. Each red flavor was probably something unexpected, like dandelions or clouds. Hal spoke. ”Who would like to-“ Sam pushed him out of the way and said, ”Me!“ and spun the wheel as hard as she could. The wheel spun for a longer than anyone could expect, about 45 seconds, until it rested on a flavor written in orange writing, labeled ”Adrenaline“ ”Cool! So can I try it?!“ Sam asked. ”Here ya go.“ Hal said as he handed her the ice cream cone. ”I have an extra; who wants one?“ ”I'll take it!“ said Justin. The pair tried the ice cream. Suddenly, in both their minds, they felt an odd sensation. In simple words, they felt adrenaline, which you probably guessed by now. I could describe to you in many words, how they felt. The way their bodies felt, restless, bursting with energy. I could describe how it was unlike anything they had ever tasted, which probably meant it was unsafe so they didn't eat anymore after the first bite. I could describe it. But I won't. Anyway, Mark went up to spin the wheel next. It landed on ”Screaming on the Rooftops'“ Flavor. ”Wow, that was… oddly specific.“ Kori said. She and Mark went up to taste the ice cream. Now, it's hard to describe how screaming from the rooftops would taste like. So I guess we'll skip that. Finally, Kai spun the wheel, and landed on Wind Blasting in Face flavor. Hal handed him a cone with blue ice cream. Kai was reluctant to eat it, so he took a small slick beforehand. As soon as he tasted the ice cream, he felt it. The exhilaration he felt, along with the sweetness of the ice cream, gave off a sensation so vibrant, so awe-inducing, that he ate the whole thing. Welp, after an entire day devoted to eating ice cream, the group was stuffed. An incredible day in this odd town. ”Maybe living here won't be so bad after all,“ Kai thought. As he walked out, he reflected on the incredible journey he had this day, a day he wouldn't forget. ”Yes,“ he thought. ”It won't be that bad.“ Their guide, Hal, picked up a scrap of paper with some notes scribbled onto it. ”Yeah, that'll be 49.99.“ he said. Kai thought to himself. ”On second thought…"
Thanks for reading!
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Ivy, Stones, and Dandelions - March 3rd Daily
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Just beyond that hill lays a stone castle. It's been there for years, yet no one has gone near it since it's sudden fall years ago. No one has been taking care of it since the owners disappeared and the weather has slowly chipped away at it, walls are crumbling down and the structure is collapsing. Nature has slowly been making its move and the property is covered with weeds, mostly dandelions. They sway with the wind and their seeds follow the breeze to settle in a new place. Ivy covers many of the walls, creating an overgrown effect.
A little girl walks along a cobblestoned path, skipping happily while humming a tune to herself. She's not sure where she's going, all she knows is that she's going on an adventure. Slowly the castle comes into view, first it's turrets than the main structure. Her jaw drops, eyes widening she's speechless at this astonishing discovery. Still staring upwards, she nearly trips over a strewn tree branch. This accident doesn't faze her, instead, she laughs and runs to the main door leading to the castle.
The door is multiple feet taller than her and she struggles to reach the doorknob, even as she stands on her toes. Her hand grazes the doorknob but she isn't able to get a good grip on it. After a couple more tries, she decides to jump and try to do it quickly. The door finally opens. Inside is a lengthy hallway, dust coats pieces of antique furniture, and candle holders attached to the crumbling walls have started to rust throughout the years. Her small shoes create an echoing effect as she walks down the hallway, occasionally taking a stop to inspect something further. At the end of the hallway is another door, instead, this one is already open and whatever lays behind it is hidden in the pitch black darkness. One step, two steps . . the third step triggers some sort of motion detected light system and a blinding light fills the previously dark room. The young girl sighs with relief, walking around in an old castle in the dark wasn't exactly what she wanted to do but for the sake of adventure she did it anyway.
This room is different from all the others, instead of old furniture, a polished dining table with wooden chairs and plush cushions sit in the center. The girl is confused at how preserved this room is and walks to a chair to brush it, just to check for any specks of dust. Surprisingly, there's nothing. The lights abruptly turn off. A single chair is illuminated and a figure stands with their head down.
“Greetings.”
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445 words
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Just beyond that hill lays a stone castle. It's been there for years, yet no one has gone near it since it's sudden fall years ago. No one has been taking care of it since the owners disappeared and the weather has slowly chipped away at it, walls are crumbling down and the structure is collapsing. Nature has slowly been making its move and the property is covered with weeds, mostly dandelions. They sway with the wind and their seeds follow the breeze to settle in a new place. Ivy covers many of the walls, creating an overgrown effect.
A little girl walks along a cobblestoned path, skipping happily while humming a tune to herself. She's not sure where she's going, all she knows is that she's going on an adventure. Slowly the castle comes into view, first it's turrets than the main structure. Her jaw drops, eyes widening she's speechless at this astonishing discovery. Still staring upwards, she nearly trips over a strewn tree branch. This accident doesn't faze her, instead, she laughs and runs to the main door leading to the castle.
The door is multiple feet taller than her and she struggles to reach the doorknob, even as she stands on her toes. Her hand grazes the doorknob but she isn't able to get a good grip on it. After a couple more tries, she decides to jump and try to do it quickly. The door finally opens. Inside is a lengthy hallway, dust coats pieces of antique furniture, and candle holders attached to the crumbling walls have started to rust throughout the years. Her small shoes create an echoing effect as she walks down the hallway, occasionally taking a stop to inspect something further. At the end of the hallway is another door, instead, this one is already open and whatever lays behind it is hidden in the pitch black darkness. One step, two steps . . the third step triggers some sort of motion detected light system and a blinding light fills the previously dark room. The young girl sighs with relief, walking around in an old castle in the dark wasn't exactly what she wanted to do but for the sake of adventure she did it anyway.
This room is different from all the others, instead of old furniture, a polished dining table with wooden chairs and plush cushions sit in the center. The girl is confused at how preserved this room is and walks to a chair to brush it, just to check for any specks of dust. Surprisingly, there's nothing. The lights abruptly turn off. A single chair is illuminated and a figure stands with their head down.
“Greetings.”
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445 words
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Scratcher
25 posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
main cabin daily, march 3
(446 words)
ice cream flavors: melancholy, nostalgic, and catharsis
it is a small street shop. crickets are chirping. the air is warm. you hear the gentle sounds of someone- somewhere, but you don't know where- plucking at the strings on a guitar. the vibrations cut through the silence of the night like a blade slicing through the air.
the ground is made of concrete, hard under your feet. everything seems gray- the banners, which once danced in the sunlight but now hang, asleep, steadfast, unmoving. the neon shop sign, which reads ‘closed’, the lights flickering back and forth unconsciously, and a small street lamp which is about to die out into midnight.
this all, put together, gives off a strangely, ominously calm feeling- you feel pensive; deep in thought; there is no noise, and it gives you an escape from the harsh reality, and sucks you into it's quiet slumber.
if you were to use a color to describe yourself, you'd use gray-blue. nothing too eye-popping, nothing too dark or too cheerful. your heart is at rest.
and as if nothing had ever happened; the last taste of calm leaves your lips.
swish. soft, tall, grass. you are standing in a field of- wheat? millet? it is noon, you hear the chatter of the birds and the cow shushing her restless calves to sleep, the bells around their necks jingling as they jump and play. a swallow swoops from overhead; shadows creep along the ground, though they bring no harm- it's too calm and peaceful here. a lump grows in your throat. is it the humming of the bees and butterflies- the swish of the grass speaking to one another- or the flock of chickens talking amongst themselves- that makes you want to run away? this place gives you a taste of deja vu.
as the sun slips away over the hill, night begins to creep up again. stars appear slowly in the sky. it is dreadfully, awfully, silent- but it's never been so peaceful. your ears feel fogged up. why is it you want to lie down and sleep, right here right now, even though mist floats about you, dew sparkles on the grass blades that tickle your feet?
the mist is clearing, but it is still night. you feel strangely quiet, you don't want to talk. you lie down, and-
“How's the ice cream, dear?”
“What? Oh, yeah, it's fine. It tastes like home. It gives me this warm feeling inside.”
“I see… isn't ice cream supposed to make you feel cold?”
“Huh? I guess so…” you rest your chin on your palm. For some reason, you can still feel grass tickling your feet, but when you look down, you see solid wood.
(446 words)
ice cream flavors: melancholy, nostalgic, and catharsis
it is a small street shop. crickets are chirping. the air is warm. you hear the gentle sounds of someone- somewhere, but you don't know where- plucking at the strings on a guitar. the vibrations cut through the silence of the night like a blade slicing through the air.
the ground is made of concrete, hard under your feet. everything seems gray- the banners, which once danced in the sunlight but now hang, asleep, steadfast, unmoving. the neon shop sign, which reads ‘closed’, the lights flickering back and forth unconsciously, and a small street lamp which is about to die out into midnight.
this all, put together, gives off a strangely, ominously calm feeling- you feel pensive; deep in thought; there is no noise, and it gives you an escape from the harsh reality, and sucks you into it's quiet slumber.
if you were to use a color to describe yourself, you'd use gray-blue. nothing too eye-popping, nothing too dark or too cheerful. your heart is at rest.
and as if nothing had ever happened; the last taste of calm leaves your lips.
swish. soft, tall, grass. you are standing in a field of- wheat? millet? it is noon, you hear the chatter of the birds and the cow shushing her restless calves to sleep, the bells around their necks jingling as they jump and play. a swallow swoops from overhead; shadows creep along the ground, though they bring no harm- it's too calm and peaceful here. a lump grows in your throat. is it the humming of the bees and butterflies- the swish of the grass speaking to one another- or the flock of chickens talking amongst themselves- that makes you want to run away? this place gives you a taste of deja vu.
as the sun slips away over the hill, night begins to creep up again. stars appear slowly in the sky. it is dreadfully, awfully, silent- but it's never been so peaceful. your ears feel fogged up. why is it you want to lie down and sleep, right here right now, even though mist floats about you, dew sparkles on the grass blades that tickle your feet?
the mist is clearing, but it is still night. you feel strangely quiet, you don't want to talk. you lie down, and-
“How's the ice cream, dear?”
“What? Oh, yeah, it's fine. It tastes like home. It gives me this warm feeling inside.”
“I see… isn't ice cream supposed to make you feel cold?”
“Huh? I guess so…” you rest your chin on your palm. For some reason, you can still feel grass tickling your feet, but when you look down, you see solid wood.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
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57 posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
March 3, Daily
prompt by @-Golden-Finch- : flour, double flour and triple flour.
I was sitting in my room trying to figure out how to do math when it started to rain. I was expecting rain, like regular rain, watery and slippery and wet. But, to my surprise, the rain that fell that day was white and powdery and dry. Weird.
Before I was able to figure out what on earth is happening, Dad started to yell, “LOOK GUYS IT'S RAINING FLOUR!!”
Wait, did he say flour?
I opened the window and saw a ton of flour descending from heaven. A tiny bit of flour flew up onto my face and I started sneezing right away.
“Seems like a shame to let all those flour go to waste… Maybe I could make them into ice cream!” I thought, which is a pretty bad idea, but who cares anyway?
I took as many bowls as possible from the kitchen and went outside, holding an umbrella. The people running for shelter on the street were all covered in flour. I placed the bowls on the ground and watch them get filled with flour.
When the bowls started to overflow with flour, I took them into the kitchen and leaving trails of flour everywhere in the house.
“Hm, how should I start?”
I separated the flour into 7 bowls, accidentally dropping a bowl while doing so, now there's only 6 of them left, but that's totally fine.
Okay then, let's start!
I had no idea how to make ice cream, but I should really try, shouldn't I? Maybe I could even be a famous ice cream maker some day! I filled the first bowl of flour with as much water as possible and mixed them up, added some sugar, then left the bowl in the freezer. Done!
I called it ‘flour-flavored ice cream’ even though it's not really ice cream, technically. I am so proud of myself.
Then I realized something…“Oh, I forgot to turn the water tap off!” I rushed to turn it off, but I flooded half the kitchen. That's not really a big deal, right?
Now it's time for my next dish. I call it ‘double flour ice cream’!
I poured 2 bowls of flour into a bigger bowl, then I added an entire carton of milk into the bowl because I heard that ice cream's made of milk, threw the carton right onto the floor, and then I mixed them up and stuff the bowl into the freezer. And it's done!
Let's move on to the third ice cream, shall we?
I dumped the last 3 bowls of flour into a huge bowl and emptied the entire pack of sugar into the bowl. And without even mixing it, I put the entire thing into the freezer. Done!
“Oops, there's no space left in the freezer… Let's just leave it on the table!”
And… there we go! I made three different flavors of ice cream!
Well, I ended up cleaning the entire house that day…
(492 words, I should be studying for a test bye : D)
prompt by @-Golden-Finch- : flour, double flour and triple flour.
I was sitting in my room trying to figure out how to do math when it started to rain. I was expecting rain, like regular rain, watery and slippery and wet. But, to my surprise, the rain that fell that day was white and powdery and dry. Weird.
Before I was able to figure out what on earth is happening, Dad started to yell, “LOOK GUYS IT'S RAINING FLOUR!!”
Wait, did he say flour?
I opened the window and saw a ton of flour descending from heaven. A tiny bit of flour flew up onto my face and I started sneezing right away.
“Seems like a shame to let all those flour go to waste… Maybe I could make them into ice cream!” I thought, which is a pretty bad idea, but who cares anyway?
I took as many bowls as possible from the kitchen and went outside, holding an umbrella. The people running for shelter on the street were all covered in flour. I placed the bowls on the ground and watch them get filled with flour.
When the bowls started to overflow with flour, I took them into the kitchen and leaving trails of flour everywhere in the house.
“Hm, how should I start?”
I separated the flour into 7 bowls, accidentally dropping a bowl while doing so, now there's only 6 of them left, but that's totally fine.
Okay then, let's start!
I had no idea how to make ice cream, but I should really try, shouldn't I? Maybe I could even be a famous ice cream maker some day! I filled the first bowl of flour with as much water as possible and mixed them up, added some sugar, then left the bowl in the freezer. Done!
I called it ‘flour-flavored ice cream’ even though it's not really ice cream, technically. I am so proud of myself.
Then I realized something…“Oh, I forgot to turn the water tap off!” I rushed to turn it off, but I flooded half the kitchen. That's not really a big deal, right?
Now it's time for my next dish. I call it ‘double flour ice cream’!
I poured 2 bowls of flour into a bigger bowl, then I added an entire carton of milk into the bowl because I heard that ice cream's made of milk, threw the carton right onto the floor, and then I mixed them up and stuff the bowl into the freezer. And it's done!
Let's move on to the third ice cream, shall we?
I dumped the last 3 bowls of flour into a huge bowl and emptied the entire pack of sugar into the bowl. And without even mixing it, I put the entire thing into the freezer. Done!
“Oops, there's no space left in the freezer… Let's just leave it on the table!”
And… there we go! I made three different flavors of ice cream!
Well, I ended up cleaning the entire house that day…
(492 words, I should be studying for a test bye : D)
Last edited by Lh-the-cat (March 3, 2022 06:59:25)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
“Let's make a bet. If you win the match, i get you and your friends ice cream for a week. My treat.” Said lisa.
“And if YOU win, I'll do the same for you ” debated I
. It was a sunny evening, and i was in the badminton court. It had room for around 6 people to play and was a dark stormy gray colour. It had white stripes too. We all (Me, Owlie , lisa , and Yara) were happily having doubles and let me tell you one thing. Owlie and i were totally winning.
I AM a pro. Anyways we were on the last point. One last point. The one that will decide whether it wants to save me from humiliation or not. I signed to owlie to let me have this shot and she gladly took a step back.
“You guys take the serve!!” I shouted. Lisa thought for a moment then accepted.
Bingo.
Yara sucked at serves.
And since lisa's chances to serve had ended yara had to play. She sent the shuttlecock flying right at me .
it was close. Very close. Oh no! I was gonna miss it!?!
I fumbled around but didn't hit. I looked at my target, calculated its speed, closed my eyes, and hit.All the time, a thought was revolving around my head like a toy train. “ I won't lose to them. I AM a pro!
”One chocolate Chip Icecream.“ Grumbled Lisa.
It had been an hour since the deal was made. Since then they had ended the match and visited owlie's monther, who was doctor. Apparently lisa decided to come spinning into the game, and ruin my perfect shot. But ha!, the wind of going on and her target went right back at her, leaving an ugly bruise on her left cheek.
”that'll be $3 “ smiled the Cheer-blue-haired ice cream scooper.
” $3 ? you're robbing me!“ scoffed lisa.
”Am i?“ the girl said akwardly,
gesturing to owlie who was on her 4th scoop of butterscotch, and me, who was slurping her chocolate cone. not to mention yara, who was holding hers . Yara had insisted on getting vanilla.
lisa sighed and took her own mango cone.
Lisa scoffed and dropped 3 dollars on the counter and walked out from the yellow and blue shop, we all tottering behind her in a very un-lady like way.
”so…………you wanna sleepover at my house tonight?“ said owlie
. ”Okay“ shrugged yara and Lisa.
Owlie and i bade them both good bye and turned left, waling into our houses.
owlie and i lived next to each other. and our parents were best friends. we ourselves were inseperable. there was a old willow tree that connected my room to owlie's room. such a conincedence saying my name IS willow.. before we knew it , it was sleepover time….
yara came in some unicorn fluffy pajamas while beauty-obssesed Lisa was in a rather pretty White victorian nightgown
. and before we knew it, it was the time for SLEEP part of the sleepover.
but oh come on, you'vre got to be kidding us if you think we would go to sleep in a sleepover without a scary story.
for fun, we switched off the lights, and we started with yara, hoping for a chiling start..
we were mistaken. aparently ”scary and creepy“ in yara's dictionery meant ”injured unicorn that was rescued by a fairy who lived with him happily ever after“, because that was exactly what her story was about. owlie and i told creepy stories as well but the REAL master was lisa….owlie and i weren't scaredy cats, but we held hands anyway. lisa's tales were not for the faint of the heart.
”and you know what is worse then being alone in the dark? NOT BEING ALONE IN THE DARK!“ shouted lisa. owlie whimpered and ran to the bathroom. ” hahah i didn't know she'd be scared so easily. she's usually a brave-heart!“ guffawed Lisa. i glared at Lisa and rushed to the bathroom. owlie has been shivering the whole time lisa told that story but i never thought she would be so scared! even though regarding lisa's normal level, this was not a scary story at all! ”Owlie?“ i called. ”owlie?“
no response. i heard whimpering. whimpering…moans…. ”owlie?" i said a little more angerly… there was a silence. a silence where you could heard yara's heart beating from the other end of the room.
then it was shattered…..by a scream. a bloodcurdling scream from the other side of the bathroom door. One that send chills down your spine and told you that whatever was happening, ? it was so not right.
That was my cue. That was the say when all my kung fu lessons came in use. I kicked opwn the door, ready murder whatever foul beast owlie had met. It was probably a cockroach, she was deathly scared of ‘em
But what met me eyes in that moment was definitely not a cockroach and i didn’t even turn around when i heard Lisa scream, because my head was too fuzzy to make sense.
And down fell she, in the sleep of a thousand years.
“And if YOU win, I'll do the same for you ” debated I
. It was a sunny evening, and i was in the badminton court. It had room for around 6 people to play and was a dark stormy gray colour. It had white stripes too. We all (Me, Owlie , lisa , and Yara) were happily having doubles and let me tell you one thing. Owlie and i were totally winning.
I AM a pro. Anyways we were on the last point. One last point. The one that will decide whether it wants to save me from humiliation or not. I signed to owlie to let me have this shot and she gladly took a step back.
“You guys take the serve!!” I shouted. Lisa thought for a moment then accepted.
Bingo.
Yara sucked at serves.
And since lisa's chances to serve had ended yara had to play. She sent the shuttlecock flying right at me .
it was close. Very close. Oh no! I was gonna miss it!?!
I fumbled around but didn't hit. I looked at my target, calculated its speed, closed my eyes, and hit.All the time, a thought was revolving around my head like a toy train. “ I won't lose to them. I AM a pro!
”One chocolate Chip Icecream.“ Grumbled Lisa.
It had been an hour since the deal was made. Since then they had ended the match and visited owlie's monther, who was doctor. Apparently lisa decided to come spinning into the game, and ruin my perfect shot. But ha!, the wind of going on and her target went right back at her, leaving an ugly bruise on her left cheek.
”that'll be $3 “ smiled the Cheer-blue-haired ice cream scooper.
” $3 ? you're robbing me!“ scoffed lisa.
”Am i?“ the girl said akwardly,
gesturing to owlie who was on her 4th scoop of butterscotch, and me, who was slurping her chocolate cone. not to mention yara, who was holding hers . Yara had insisted on getting vanilla.
lisa sighed and took her own mango cone.
Lisa scoffed and dropped 3 dollars on the counter and walked out from the yellow and blue shop, we all tottering behind her in a very un-lady like way.
”so…………you wanna sleepover at my house tonight?“ said owlie
. ”Okay“ shrugged yara and Lisa.
Owlie and i bade them both good bye and turned left, waling into our houses.
owlie and i lived next to each other. and our parents were best friends. we ourselves were inseperable. there was a old willow tree that connected my room to owlie's room. such a conincedence saying my name IS willow.. before we knew it , it was sleepover time….
yara came in some unicorn fluffy pajamas while beauty-obssesed Lisa was in a rather pretty White victorian nightgown
. and before we knew it, it was the time for SLEEP part of the sleepover.
but oh come on, you'vre got to be kidding us if you think we would go to sleep in a sleepover without a scary story.
for fun, we switched off the lights, and we started with yara, hoping for a chiling start..
we were mistaken. aparently ”scary and creepy“ in yara's dictionery meant ”injured unicorn that was rescued by a fairy who lived with him happily ever after“, because that was exactly what her story was about. owlie and i told creepy stories as well but the REAL master was lisa….owlie and i weren't scaredy cats, but we held hands anyway. lisa's tales were not for the faint of the heart.
”and you know what is worse then being alone in the dark? NOT BEING ALONE IN THE DARK!“ shouted lisa. owlie whimpered and ran to the bathroom. ” hahah i didn't know she'd be scared so easily. she's usually a brave-heart!“ guffawed Lisa. i glared at Lisa and rushed to the bathroom. owlie has been shivering the whole time lisa told that story but i never thought she would be so scared! even though regarding lisa's normal level, this was not a scary story at all! ”Owlie?“ i called. ”owlie?“
no response. i heard whimpering. whimpering…moans…. ”owlie?" i said a little more angerly… there was a silence. a silence where you could heard yara's heart beating from the other end of the room.
then it was shattered…..by a scream. a bloodcurdling scream from the other side of the bathroom door. One that send chills down your spine and told you that whatever was happening, ? it was so not right.
That was my cue. That was the say when all my kung fu lessons came in use. I kicked opwn the door, ready murder whatever foul beast owlie had met. It was probably a cockroach, she was deathly scared of ‘em
But what met me eyes in that moment was definitely not a cockroach and i didn’t even turn around when i heard Lisa scream, because my head was too fuzzy to make sense.
And down fell she, in the sleep of a thousand years.
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
@islacon12: macadamia and white chocolate; oreo and crushed raspberries; rose and apple tea
I noticed my sister drooling over the new flavours the town’s ice cream parlour had added. It was a special treat, we would come here every month to try the new and often weird different flavours. As soon as we had been given our crisp dollars, we put on our hats and boots and scurried out of the house like mice.
“Andy, can I get this one, please?” Ava pleaded. I stepped towards the glass to get a better look at what the label said. ‘Macadamia and White Chocolate Delight’ it read in fancy handwriting. “Yes, you can. As long as it’s not more expensive than the usual price,” I told her.
I tried looking around the glass case for any new additions since we last came in 4 weeks ago. One had chunky broken bits of biscuits and some crushed reddish-pink fruit, maybe raspberry or strawberry. The other had a light pink swirl with the tag ‘Rose and Apple Tea Surprise’.
“Hello, Gigi.” The bright and cheerful attendant turned around and returned the greeting. “Hi, Andy! How are you today? Has it been a month already?” I smiled at her bubbliness and answered her questions, then asked about the chunky biscuit flavour’s name, since the label wasn’t there.
“Oh! That one’s a wonder, crushed raspberries and, you know, Oreo biscuits,” she tapped lightly on the glass. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever tried in my life, yet no one seems to like it,” Gigi explained with a bitter smile on her face. “I might have to take it down, only the smashing successes make it on the main case.”
I knew Gigi would never be upset about something unless she genuinely put her hard work and tons of effort into work that didn’t take off. “Actually, I think I’ll try the Oreo and raspberry one, in a cone, please.” Her grin immediately reappeared on her face and she began to reach for an ice cream scooper. “And mine too,” I looked down to see Ava clutching my hand. “Yes, the macadamia one and the rose and apple tea, too. All in cones, thank you,” I smiled.
Once Gigi handed us our cones, we walked back carefully, but quickly enough so that our delicacies didn’t melt in the hot summer sun.
“Mum! We’re back,” I called out as I unlocked the door. Our treats were still intact, only a small trickle forming from Ava’s cone. Our mother greeted us from the kitchen, she was peeling potatoes. We raced in to hand her the ice cream.
“This one’s called ‘Rose and Apple Tea Surprise’, mine has Oreo chunks and crushed raspberries, and Ava’s” - she held her’s up proudly - “Ava’s is called ‘Macadamia and White Chocolate Delight’,” I announced. She led us outside to sit on the warm grass and to enjoy the scrumptious ice creams.
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487 words, I don't have the energy to read it and edit it again so forgive me if I make mistakes lol
I noticed my sister drooling over the new flavours the town’s ice cream parlour had added. It was a special treat, we would come here every month to try the new and often weird different flavours. As soon as we had been given our crisp dollars, we put on our hats and boots and scurried out of the house like mice.
“Andy, can I get this one, please?” Ava pleaded. I stepped towards the glass to get a better look at what the label said. ‘Macadamia and White Chocolate Delight’ it read in fancy handwriting. “Yes, you can. As long as it’s not more expensive than the usual price,” I told her.
I tried looking around the glass case for any new additions since we last came in 4 weeks ago. One had chunky broken bits of biscuits and some crushed reddish-pink fruit, maybe raspberry or strawberry. The other had a light pink swirl with the tag ‘Rose and Apple Tea Surprise’.
“Hello, Gigi.” The bright and cheerful attendant turned around and returned the greeting. “Hi, Andy! How are you today? Has it been a month already?” I smiled at her bubbliness and answered her questions, then asked about the chunky biscuit flavour’s name, since the label wasn’t there.
“Oh! That one’s a wonder, crushed raspberries and, you know, Oreo biscuits,” she tapped lightly on the glass. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever tried in my life, yet no one seems to like it,” Gigi explained with a bitter smile on her face. “I might have to take it down, only the smashing successes make it on the main case.”
I knew Gigi would never be upset about something unless she genuinely put her hard work and tons of effort into work that didn’t take off. “Actually, I think I’ll try the Oreo and raspberry one, in a cone, please.” Her grin immediately reappeared on her face and she began to reach for an ice cream scooper. “And mine too,” I looked down to see Ava clutching my hand. “Yes, the macadamia one and the rose and apple tea, too. All in cones, thank you,” I smiled.
Once Gigi handed us our cones, we walked back carefully, but quickly enough so that our delicacies didn’t melt in the hot summer sun.
“Mum! We’re back,” I called out as I unlocked the door. Our treats were still intact, only a small trickle forming from Ava’s cone. Our mother greeted us from the kitchen, she was peeling potatoes. We raced in to hand her the ice cream.
“This one’s called ‘Rose and Apple Tea Surprise’, mine has Oreo chunks and crushed raspberries, and Ava’s” - she held her’s up proudly - “Ava’s is called ‘Macadamia and White Chocolate Delight’,” I announced. She led us outside to sit on the warm grass and to enjoy the scrumptious ice creams.
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487 words, I don't have the energy to read it and edit it again so forgive me if I make mistakes lol
- VioletWaterseed
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Here's mine! The flavours were ocean icecream, sunset icecream, and book icecream.
573 words (+200 =753)
Ocean ice-cream. I roll the sound around in my head, trying it out. It made me think of seashells and salty air, with a hint of sweetness. Sounds delicious… but something makes me pull back. Emily, being the strict older sister she is, told me specifically not to get any of the ice-creams from this shop. “No thanks,” I tell the cashier, who has lovely dark skin, a brown frizzy afro, and a t-shirt that I would die for. “Are you sure? Well, suit yourself, honey,” she replies kindly.
I leave a shiny tip on the counter, then walk down to the beach. From here, I can see everyone coming into the ice-cream shop- and leaving looking a little happier. A little girl skips along the beach, holding a tower of ice-cream that I recognise as book flavoured. Sure enough, it has wafer-thin biscuits with the chocolate swirls decorated to look like books. According to the display on the shop sign, it is “made to stimulate your taste buds and your brain at the same time”. Sounds amazing. I wish I could get that flavour. I love to read.
It's getting dark now. The sun is slowly sinking behind the water, leaving pink and orange swirls in the sky, with red trails and silver clouds dotted around like pearls. The sky makes me so happy right now. It reminds me of Golden Flame, a strawberry-lemon ice-cream flavour with cookie chunks. Speaking of ice-cream, I still don't see why Emily said I couldn't get some. I try to remember all the other flavours in the shop… There was Pink Lily, with creamy vanilla-berry swirls and powdered sugar, Hot Chocolate with warm milk chocolate and a hint of cinnamon, Night Sky with a mixture of dark chocolate and blueberries… I could go on forever.
I stare at the ice-cream store. It's a plain light-coloured wooden building, with a sign on top that reads ‘Dreamy Creamery’ and has three ice-cream cones made out of dark wood on top. No neon lights, flashing signs or computer screens anywhere. I like that. I remember the time when Emily and I used to make ice-cream together. We would mix raspberries, vanilla ice-cream, and golden sprinkles together. This was back when I was little. When the only problems I had was making arts and crafts at school. When Charla the Mean Queen wasn't even at my school. When nobody made fun of me for being good at maths. When being smart didn't get you called the teacher's pet. Those were the times. That was when my whole life was a dreamy, magical sunset.
A young woman is walking along the pier. She has long brown hair and a dark blue dress with pale pink flowers on it. She goes into the ice-cream shop and seems to take a while choosing a flavour. I can't see her face, but somehow, I know she'll be happy when she comes out. Everyone does. When she comes out, she's holding two cones. And she's walking over to me. It almost looks like…
“Emily!” I yell happily and run over to her. “Sunny! I knew you'd be here,” chuckles Emily. “I didn't want you to order any ice-cream because I wanted to share it with you. Here!” She hands me a cone of red, orange, and yellow swirled ice-cream with silver pearls. I stare at the label then laugh.
“Sunset Ice-cream,” I laugh. “My favourite.”
573 words (+200 =753)
Ocean ice-cream. I roll the sound around in my head, trying it out. It made me think of seashells and salty air, with a hint of sweetness. Sounds delicious… but something makes me pull back. Emily, being the strict older sister she is, told me specifically not to get any of the ice-creams from this shop. “No thanks,” I tell the cashier, who has lovely dark skin, a brown frizzy afro, and a t-shirt that I would die for. “Are you sure? Well, suit yourself, honey,” she replies kindly.
I leave a shiny tip on the counter, then walk down to the beach. From here, I can see everyone coming into the ice-cream shop- and leaving looking a little happier. A little girl skips along the beach, holding a tower of ice-cream that I recognise as book flavoured. Sure enough, it has wafer-thin biscuits with the chocolate swirls decorated to look like books. According to the display on the shop sign, it is “made to stimulate your taste buds and your brain at the same time”. Sounds amazing. I wish I could get that flavour. I love to read.
It's getting dark now. The sun is slowly sinking behind the water, leaving pink and orange swirls in the sky, with red trails and silver clouds dotted around like pearls. The sky makes me so happy right now. It reminds me of Golden Flame, a strawberry-lemon ice-cream flavour with cookie chunks. Speaking of ice-cream, I still don't see why Emily said I couldn't get some. I try to remember all the other flavours in the shop… There was Pink Lily, with creamy vanilla-berry swirls and powdered sugar, Hot Chocolate with warm milk chocolate and a hint of cinnamon, Night Sky with a mixture of dark chocolate and blueberries… I could go on forever.
I stare at the ice-cream store. It's a plain light-coloured wooden building, with a sign on top that reads ‘Dreamy Creamery’ and has three ice-cream cones made out of dark wood on top. No neon lights, flashing signs or computer screens anywhere. I like that. I remember the time when Emily and I used to make ice-cream together. We would mix raspberries, vanilla ice-cream, and golden sprinkles together. This was back when I was little. When the only problems I had was making arts and crafts at school. When Charla the Mean Queen wasn't even at my school. When nobody made fun of me for being good at maths. When being smart didn't get you called the teacher's pet. Those were the times. That was when my whole life was a dreamy, magical sunset.
A young woman is walking along the pier. She has long brown hair and a dark blue dress with pale pink flowers on it. She goes into the ice-cream shop and seems to take a while choosing a flavour. I can't see her face, but somehow, I know she'll be happy when she comes out. Everyone does. When she comes out, she's holding two cones. And she's walking over to me. It almost looks like…
“Emily!” I yell happily and run over to her. “Sunny! I knew you'd be here,” chuckles Emily. “I didn't want you to order any ice-cream because I wanted to share it with you. Here!” She hands me a cone of red, orange, and yellow swirled ice-cream with silver pearls. I stare at the label then laugh.
“Sunset Ice-cream,” I laugh. “My favourite.”
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whoops accidentalyy posted this XD
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
SWC Weekly
Part One - Poetry
Part 2 - Essay Writing
Part Three - Script Writing
Note: the piece of writing that I adapted into this script is super old so it's pretty terribly written
Part Four - Nonfiction
Part One - Poetry
Haiku:
magic orbs of light
glisten boldly in the dark
heavenly beauties
Triolet:
solitude is the most infernal battle
to die alone is to be deceased all along
why emptiness has the heaviest weight
why solitude is the most infernal battle
the want for love, yet the love for hate
loneliness, my one companion I’m terrified to lose
since solitude really is the most infernal battle
to die alone is to be deceased all along
Acrostic:
Mourning for belonging
Out of place, disarranged and unassembled
Not knowing where to go
Amicably affable, yet lonely
Contrasting everybody else
Home, a preposterous concept
Obstinate in how I feel
Pretending to be a person who I’m not
Subtle yet consistent
Incongruous as can be
Stealing in all my jubilations
Villanelle:
It’s a very strange feeling, the feeling of knowing that you’re going to die
My mortality is holding me back
I just wish that I could ask God why
The ending of my story is now impossible to deny
Watching out for the grim reaper’s attack
It’s a very strange feeling, the feeling of knowing that you’re going to die
It’s a feeling that makes me feel like having an eternal cry
Soon my family will be wearing black
I just wish that I could ask God why
I still have knots to tie
But everything is going to crack
It’s a very strange feeling, the feeling of knowing that you’re going to die
I’m not ready to say goodbye
My life is too young to pack
I just wish that I could ask God why
If I could then I would defy
Is it too late to undo my choices and unpack?
It’s a very strange feeling, the feeling of knowing that you’re going to die
I just wish that I could ask God why
Quatern:
I’m so tiny in the grand scheme
I’m terrified of the ocean
that fathomless azure abyss
yet its eternal waters call me
I’m terrified of the mountains
I’m so tiny in the grand scheme
mountain soars past infinity
alpine claws making me feel small
I’m terrified of the night sky
why the celestial vastness
I’m so tiny in the grand scheme
navy velvet immensity
occhiolism surrounds me
feeling so insignificant
nihilism running abound
I’m so tiny in the grand scheme
Part 2 - Essay Writing
Why Socialising is Better than Studying
Picture this: Your best friend has just invited you to a party, but you have multiple exams coming up and assignments that are ongoing. What do you do? Well throughout recent history, staying home and studying has always been portrayed the better decision when opposed to going out and socialising with friends. The following essay is going to contradict this way of thinking and argue why socialising is villainised in modern day society and socialising is better than studying. My main arguments for this are that you have your whole life to stay at home and work, being socially connected improves both your mental and physical health and that great communication and social skills are invaluable.
My first argument for this thesis is that you have your whole life to stay at home and work. When you graduate school and get a full-time job, most of your time will be spent staring at a screen (depending what job you get), and you won’t have much time to communicate with other people. This means that during your years at school is the ideal time to get out and see friends. Realistically, all your best memories from your teenage years won’t be of you sitting in your room and studying. This all contributes to my reasoning for believing that socialising is better than studying.
This brings me second point which is that socialising makes you mentally and physically healthier. According to the Mayo clinic, socialising fends off loneliness while also increases your happiness and well-being, sharpens your memory and cognitive skills, and could even help you live longer. These benefits are hard to ignore. In today’s world, mental health is a huge issue that many people are struggling with. Socialising can have a drastic positive effect in this. This further illustrates my main point which is that socialising is villainised in society and is more beneficial then studying.
My third argument is that it is essential to develop good communication and social skills. In a job interview, showing that you’re able to confidently communicate is more likely to get you hired then if you say you got an A on this random test you did at school. Being able to overcome anxiety in social scenarios is a skill that you will have with you for the rest of your life. In this day and age, we can just use the internet to find information and being a human encyclopedia isn’t a very useful skill. This further backs up my main point that socialising is more beneficial then studying.
To summarise all my main points, socialising is better, being socially connected improves both your mental and physical health, and more beneficial then studying because while you’re in school is your best chance to socialise with other people and having good social and communication skills is an essential and invaluable skill. I am by no means telling you not to try in school, because you should. I also understand that many people suffer from social anxiety and various other problems that are stopping them from socialising and that it isn’t as easy as this essay may make it seem. I’m just merely expressing a different viewpoint that goes against common day beliefs. Thank you for reading my essay, I hope that it will give you something to think about over the coming days.
Sources:
https://newsnetwork.mayoclinic.org/discussion/mayo-clinic-minute-the-benefits-of-being-socially-connected/#:~:text=Socializing%20not%20only%20staves%20off,even%20help%20you%20live%20longer
Part Three - Script Writing
Note: the piece of writing that I adapted into this script is super old so it's pretty terribly written
ACT ONE
SCENE ONE
LANA is sitting on a grassy hill looking up at the sky deep in thought.
ALESSIA comes and sits next to LANA
ALESSIA
It's beautiful isn't it?
ALESSIA indicates to the night sky
LANA gives ALESSIA a pointed look
LANA
Stop stalling and tell me how the appointment went!
ALESSIA sighs and looks LANA in the eye
ALESSIA
Just remember that no matter what I tell you it's all going to be okay.
LANA
Just get to the point and tell me if I'm going to die or not!
LANA is visibly anxious and frustrated.
ALESSIA
Well…
ALESSIA sighs again and stalls for a few seconds
ALESSIA
The results came back positive for lymphoma
LANA
What's that supposed to be!
ALESSIA starts fidgeting and goes very quite
ALESSIA (whispering)
Lymphatic cancer
The lights start fading and sad music starts playing. ALESSIA gets up and walks of stage as LANA starts shaking and sobbing.
NARROTOR (over speakers)
That was when the world froze. All of the cars stopped driving and the wind stopped blowing. My brain was unable to process what just happenned. I felt as though I should have been feeling a wide range of emtions, but I felt nothing. I had gone completely numb.
Curtains close
*end of scene*
SCENE TWO
LANA steps out of a car
ALESSIA
Bye Lana! Have a good day!
The background changes to a school hallway
BETH sees LANA and runs up to her
BETH (talking quickly)
Hi Lana! How was your weekend was amazing! I found out that I got into the musical! Isn’t that wonderful? The musical is at the end of next year and you absolutely have to come and watch it!
LANA ignores BETH
BETH
Next year is going to be amazing! I have so much fun stuff planned that I can’t wait to do. Me and Tess are starting a pet sitting business, and my uncles getting married! I just love thinking about the future because I know that it will be great. Do you love thinking about the future?
LANA is getting visibly frustrated
LANA (yelling)
Just leave me alone!
BETH looks hurt and concerned
BETH
What's wrong Lana?
LANA
Nothing! Okay? Just learn to mind your own business and not ramble on so much. Nobody cares about your future!
BETH walks off, leaving LANA standing alone.
NARROTOR
Yelling at Beth made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I actually mattered, and that I can make an impact. At school, nobody knows that I’m sick. At school, no body knows about my lack of a future. At school, everything is normal and that’s the way I like it.
*end scene*
SCENE THREE
The lights are brighter to show that it is now the midday.
TESSA is talking to LANA
TESSA
Why were you being so rude to Beth!
LANA
She deserved it.
LANA walks off stage
*end scene*
SCENE FOUR
LANA is standing still in the centre of the stage and looking sad while students are quickly walking around her and going about their day
NARRATOR
The rest of week was a blur. I continued to chastise Beth, but not just Beth. I teased the little kids and hurled insults at the older ones. Everybody was scared of me and I liked the feeling. It was great to feel significant. On Tuesday, a new kid approached me asking for directions. I gave him the wrong ones and laughed as he got lost.
On Wednesday in assembly, the principle was telling us about how we were in a time of crisis when I just got up and left. We’ve all heard enough about the impending war, and the last thing I want is to hear another discussion about it. Besides, I won’t even be alive by then, so it doesn’t concern me. While I was walking out of assembly, I saw a kid’s bag leaning beside the doorway, so I picked it up and destroyed it. It felt great to have something to take my anger out on.
On Thursday, I continued pushed a kid and sent them to sick bay.
Everybody feared me and I loved it.
*end scene*
SCENE FIVE
LANA is standing by herself. BETH and TESSA are standing away from her and laughing with each other. BETH's school bag is lying at her feet.
LANA sneaks up to BETH's bag and pulls out her phone
LANA walks up to the bin and hesitates.
ALESSIA's car pulls up behind LANA, although LANA doesn't realise.
LANA smiles and drops BETH's phone into the bin.
ALESSIA winds down her car window and glares furiously at LANA
ALESSIA
What do you think your doing!
LANA (nervous)
It was nothing. I was just throwing some rubbish in the bin.
ALESSIA
Well then why did you grab the rubbish from that girl's bag!
ALESSIA points to BETH.
ALESSIA looks absolutely furious is there tears of anger on her cheeks.
LANA get's in the car and they drive of stage.
ALESSIA (over soeaker)
I don’t have time to deal with this right now!
NARRATOR
Maybe I had gone too far. I must have let the power get to my head. Although I didn’t feel guilty about anything and that’s what scared me. I never seemed to feel anything anymore. Ever since I got diagnosed with a terminal illness, I have just been numb. On the bright side, at least I wouldn’t be around to suffer through the impending war. I think that’s why I didn’t feel guilty. I knew that nobody would be sorrowful when my life ends. In fact, at the rate I’m going, everybody will most likely celebrate.
It’s too late to turn back now. I have hurt all my friends in ways that are unfixable. I have gained a reputation that’s impossible to lose. Even if I wanted to stop I couldn’t. It amazes me how much I had changed over the course of a week. I was no longer the same girl who would look at the night sky and enjoy the feeling of being an insignificant event in the works of the universe.
Alessia now feared me. All of the kids at school feared me. All of my teachers feared me. I even feared myself. I was rolling in power and I loved it.
*end scene*
END OF ACT ONE
Part Four - Nonfiction
Travel Guide:
What comes to your mind when you think of Europe? Is it the delicious food? Maybe it’s the iconic landmarks? Whatever it is that Europe means to you, I’m sure we can all agree that it’s an amazing place and superb holiday (or vacation, if you’re American) destination. I was fortunate enough to get to visit Europe for a couple of months, so I’ve compiled a guide on how to make the most of a European holiday.
The first tip I have is to walk everywhere if possible. Explore the area that you’re staying in and experience the culture firsthand (while staying safe, of course!). Walking gives you an immersive experience while also keeping you active. When I was staying in Italy me and my family would get each get a huge gelato every day, but we were able to stay healthy as well because we were walking everywhere. Walking will help you to be able to eat all the delicacies Europe has to offer while still staying healthy!
The next tip is to journal your trip so that you’ll never forget the fun times that you had! This is something that I wish I did more of. Even if you just spend 10 minutes everyday it can be a fun activity to help you wind down and remember everything you did. You could glue in tickets and photographs of everything that you did, as well as write down the places you went to and the things that you saw.
Another thing I would recommend is to limit your technology use. Obviously, technology is a key part of our everyday lives and is a key part today’s world, so it’s okay to use technology just make sure you don’t go overboard. Minutes can quickly turn into hours when you’re surfing the internet and it won’t even add much value to your life. Afterall, you can scroll through your phone anywhere. Enjoy Europe while you can and just don’t waste your time doing pointless tasks.
My final tip is to take break days. Nobody’s expecting you to go out sight-seeing and travelling every day, you’ll just burn yourself out. When I travelled to Europe we stayed in every country/city for 3-4 days and we spent one of these days resting. It really helped us to regain our energy and relax. You could these days to write in your travel log/journal or go for an evening walk. Even just lazing around inside is totally fine!
Thankyou for reading my travel guide, hopefully you found all these tips helpful, and I can’t wait to hear about your European adventures!
Manipulation – Informational text:
In today’s world, everyone is always trying to manipulate each other and walk on top of other people. People usually try to manipulate you when they want something from you. Sometimes people don’t even realise that there doing it. It is very important to educate yourself on manipulation tactics so that you can make sure people can’t use them on you. This informative text will go through two ways people can manipulate you so that you know to watch out for them!
The first manipulation technique I will be educating you on is playing the victim. This technique is one of the most commonly used and easiest to spot. So, how exactly can you tell if somebody is ‘playing the victim’? One way you can tell is if they make you feel sorry for them. For example, if somebody wanted you to do their homework for them, they might say something along the lines of “I’ve had such a stressful day and I just can’t handle it anymore. Now even my best friend refuses to help me with something I’m struggling with”. They really aren’t the victim in this situation, but the way they phrased it villainises you and makes them seem like the poor innocent victim. While helping them with their homework would be a kind thing to do, it is not your obligation and not helping them doesn’t make you a villain.
Another manipulation technique is gaslighting. I’m sure that you’ve heard of this before. This happens when somebody tries to trick you into believing that something did or didn’t happen or that something isn’t a certain way. They try to alter your sense of reality. An example of this is if somebody steals your pencil and they say ‘Stop being so sensitive about it, it’s just a pencil! And I found it on the ground so you must have dropped it.’ One way to avoid falling for this is to write down what happened or to speak to a friend about it.
I hope you enjoyed reading about manipulation strategies and know how keep yourself safe. Please make sure that you don’t find yourself accidentally using these strategies against other people. Also remember that I only covered two of the thousands of ways people manipulate others. I would recommend doing some of your own research if you want to learn more about this topic. Stay safe and always remember to be on guard.
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Rain.
All Mia could see was rain. Light, pattering rain that spread throughout the world, covering everything in damp drops. As she ran, she wondered if her classmates would have heard the rain from the school- No. She pushed the thought away from her. Mia would not think about what had just happened, and why she was blindly running through the rain instead of being at school, where all the normal kids were- NO! Mia ripped the thought out of her head and threw it to the ground, where it lay next to a pile of mud and some grass clippings.
At least in the rain, no-one can see you cry.
Mia ran and ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore, but still she continued to run. Dashing around mailboxes and through driveways, she ended up on the beach and for a minute she wondered if it was a good idea to stop now. Mia contemplated the idea but tossed it away after a couple of seconds. It would be better to clear her head. She waded into the water, not caring about anything or anyone. Just a swim. Swimming would clear her head. Swimming always worked. Mia tossed off her clothes, leaving them on the beach. Dressed now in a singlet and boxer shorts, Mia dove down under the water. It was so peaceful there. She could've stayed there for hours. Under the water, Mia almost forgot about the tiny trail of blood that she left behind her. She almost forgot about what had happened before. She was so busy dreaming, she didn't even mind when she hit her head on a rock and fell unconscious, lying in the water.
Rain smoke beach swimming fun peaceful class NONONONO not class just rain swimming peace-
Mia awoke to the sound of her thoughts rippling in her head like gentle ocean waves. She didn't even mind.
All Mia could see was rain. Light, pattering rain that spread throughout the world, covering everything in damp drops. As she ran, she wondered if her classmates would have heard the rain from the school- No. She pushed the thought away from her. Mia would not think about what had just happened, and why she was blindly running through the rain instead of being at school, where all the normal kids were- NO! Mia ripped the thought out of her head and threw it to the ground, where it lay next to a pile of mud and some grass clippings.
At least in the rain, no-one can see you cry.
Mia ran and ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore, but still she continued to run. Dashing around mailboxes and through driveways, she ended up on the beach and for a minute she wondered if it was a good idea to stop now. Mia contemplated the idea but tossed it away after a couple of seconds. It would be better to clear her head. She waded into the water, not caring about anything or anyone. Just a swim. Swimming would clear her head. Swimming always worked. Mia tossed off her clothes, leaving them on the beach. Dressed now in a singlet and boxer shorts, Mia dove down under the water. It was so peaceful there. She could've stayed there for hours. Under the water, Mia almost forgot about the tiny trail of blood that she left behind her. She almost forgot about what had happened before. She was so busy dreaming, she didn't even mind when she hit her head on a rock and fell unconscious, lying in the water.
Rain smoke beach swimming fun peaceful class NONONONO not class just rain swimming peace-
Mia awoke to the sound of her thoughts rippling in her head like gentle ocean waves. She didn't even mind.
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3/3/22 DAILY
Cloudy vanilla, mystical fairy ice cream , fiery curve ball ice cream
I felt like the world was shaking, everything around me in the garage was floating. A book appeared out of nowhere in front of me, and started glowing. Everything was becoming larger by the second; or was I getting smaller?
After a few moments of silence I found myself in my room, when the door shut itself on its own. I still wasnt back in my normal size, but the book remained glowing in front of me. My instincts urged me to open the book, but another part of me felt something was wrong about all this that was happening. Without thinking I opened the book, and three weird looking things showed up. The first one looked like a cloud kind of icy-cotton-candy-thingy, the other ones looked kind of the same as the first one but just more of sparkly type and the third one was a firey type, like an ice cream arsoned. (If that exists
) I didn’t know what to do. Did I need to touch/pick them? Eat them if thats possible? Or what else? I heard a voice saying something I couldn't make out. But no one was in my room, who could it be? I thought was it the book, but that was me being stupid. Of course books cant talk, that just doesn't make sense. But again, none of this makes sense. A glowing book? Me shrinking? Somehow teleporting into my room?, That is not normal. Again I heard the voice, it felt like another language, more like a chant. Suddenly all of the three weird things just came and twirled around me.
I was then in a whole other land, full of those weird things that showed up except all together, growing from the ground. I have no idea how. I was trying hard to resist myself from taking one of them to eat it. Okay I couldn't hold it in any longer, I took one of those cloud ice cream thingy with the sparkly thing that gave me fairy vibes and the firey one. I took a bite of it and it was so good. It was like heavenly good, you don't even know.
Before I could take another bite, I heard someone screaming, “Cleo! Get up! its time to get ready for school.” I opened my eyes, realizing all this was a dream. It was my mom screaming at me to get up for school.
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Cloudy vanilla, mystical fairy ice cream , fiery curve ball ice cream
I felt like the world was shaking, everything around me in the garage was floating. A book appeared out of nowhere in front of me, and started glowing. Everything was becoming larger by the second; or was I getting smaller?
After a few moments of silence I found myself in my room, when the door shut itself on its own. I still wasnt back in my normal size, but the book remained glowing in front of me. My instincts urged me to open the book, but another part of me felt something was wrong about all this that was happening. Without thinking I opened the book, and three weird looking things showed up. The first one looked like a cloud kind of icy-cotton-candy-thingy, the other ones looked kind of the same as the first one but just more of sparkly type and the third one was a firey type, like an ice cream arsoned. (If that exists
) I didn’t know what to do. Did I need to touch/pick them? Eat them if thats possible? Or what else? I heard a voice saying something I couldn't make out. But no one was in my room, who could it be? I thought was it the book, but that was me being stupid. Of course books cant talk, that just doesn't make sense. But again, none of this makes sense. A glowing book? Me shrinking? Somehow teleporting into my room?, That is not normal. Again I heard the voice, it felt like another language, more like a chant. Suddenly all of the three weird things just came and twirled around me.I was then in a whole other land, full of those weird things that showed up except all together, growing from the ground. I have no idea how. I was trying hard to resist myself from taking one of them to eat it. Okay I couldn't hold it in any longer, I took one of those cloud ice cream thingy with the sparkly thing that gave me fairy vibes and the firey one. I took a bite of it and it was so good. It was like heavenly good, you don't even know.
Before I could take another bite, I heard someone screaming, “Cleo! Get up! its time to get ready for school.” I opened my eyes, realizing all this was a dream. It was my mom screaming at me to get up for school.
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