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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Daily 28
Of all parts of the day, this was Alba’s favourite: watching the sun rise in the gentle dusk, way before anyone else was awake. It was strange to think now, as the sky began to lighten, that she would only have so many of these mornings left – just three, in fact – before the curtains would close on yet another SWC and the future would spread ahead, a whole new world of possibilities.
But this session had been one of her best ever. She chuckled quietly, remembering she almost hadn’t got in at all – her name, written carefully on the backup signup sheet with a tentative word goal, had been missed. Sneaking into the leader forum (ghost privileges), she’d scoured the backup list for her user (that’s ghost privileges too!) and, realising she wasn't on the register, had to discreetly phase into the wall (ghost privile- okay you get it) before anyone saw her. A day later, the mistake was realised, rectified and she was swiftly added to her cabin – Contemporary. After being welcomed by the campers, she realised it was totally worth the wait.
Another great memory to come out of this session was all the messing around that happened in the main cabin. First came the duck-goose saga – she and Aria, a new friend and the fantasy cabin’s leader/dictator, had spent several hours screaming at each other from opposite sides of the main cabin about the superiority of ducks versus geese (geese being the obvious winner, obviously). In the bustle of all the other leaders trying to add points and the campers loudly updating their daily and weekly points, she wasn’t sure anyone else even noticed, but then again they had been very… loud. Another fantastic moment was the SWS – Scratch Writing Swamp, which brought up old memories of sessions past and mango takeovers. It brought joy to her heart to see that the spirit of chaos in SWC was alive and well, even without her.
Finally, she remembered writing for that very first set of cabin wars, alone in defending the cabin for many hours with nothing but her music to keep her company. The gentle piano of ‘Je te laisserai des mots’, a song she’d only discovered a few days prior, seemed to harmonise with the frantic tapping of her fingers against her keyboard – it was peaceful in the cabin, watching the vines that crawled up the columns sway gently in the wind, everyone else away or still asleep. It had been so long since she had the energy to dedicate herself to the wars, or to write so well without just madly ranting about a random subject to farm points. This time, she knew that her fellow campers would be coming to help as soon as the sun dawned in EST (or wherever else they were in the world).
As she thought, the sky had turned from a dark, desaturated blue – the colour of your denim jeans, perhaps, or like the shade of shadows in a mountain range – to a cold white, tinted with lilac and pink by the rising sun. Another day was dawning in the world of SWC, and after all this time, she was lucky enough to still be part of it.
She didn’t know what the future held for this little camp of hers – if she can still call it ‘hers’, not being a proper host anymore. But she did know that the future of everyone who passed through these hallowed halls and cabin walls had so much talent and potential, and their campers and leaders would go on to make them proud someday. And if it ever needed her assistance again? She would always be there for it. After everything it had done for her, she was forever in SWC's debt.
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Of all parts of the day, this was Alba’s favourite: watching the sun rise in the gentle dusk, way before anyone else was awake. It was strange to think now, as the sky began to lighten, that she would only have so many of these mornings left – just three, in fact – before the curtains would close on yet another SWC and the future would spread ahead, a whole new world of possibilities.
But this session had been one of her best ever. She chuckled quietly, remembering she almost hadn’t got in at all – her name, written carefully on the backup signup sheet with a tentative word goal, had been missed. Sneaking into the leader forum (ghost privileges), she’d scoured the backup list for her user (that’s ghost privileges too!) and, realising she wasn't on the register, had to discreetly phase into the wall (ghost privile- okay you get it) before anyone saw her. A day later, the mistake was realised, rectified and she was swiftly added to her cabin – Contemporary. After being welcomed by the campers, she realised it was totally worth the wait.
Another great memory to come out of this session was all the messing around that happened in the main cabin. First came the duck-goose saga – she and Aria, a new friend and the fantasy cabin’s leader/dictator, had spent several hours screaming at each other from opposite sides of the main cabin about the superiority of ducks versus geese (geese being the obvious winner, obviously). In the bustle of all the other leaders trying to add points and the campers loudly updating their daily and weekly points, she wasn’t sure anyone else even noticed, but then again they had been very… loud. Another fantastic moment was the SWS – Scratch Writing Swamp, which brought up old memories of sessions past and mango takeovers. It brought joy to her heart to see that the spirit of chaos in SWC was alive and well, even without her.
Finally, she remembered writing for that very first set of cabin wars, alone in defending the cabin for many hours with nothing but her music to keep her company. The gentle piano of ‘Je te laisserai des mots’, a song she’d only discovered a few days prior, seemed to harmonise with the frantic tapping of her fingers against her keyboard – it was peaceful in the cabin, watching the vines that crawled up the columns sway gently in the wind, everyone else away or still asleep. It had been so long since she had the energy to dedicate herself to the wars, or to write so well without just madly ranting about a random subject to farm points. This time, she knew that her fellow campers would be coming to help as soon as the sun dawned in EST (or wherever else they were in the world).
As she thought, the sky had turned from a dark, desaturated blue – the colour of your denim jeans, perhaps, or like the shade of shadows in a mountain range – to a cold white, tinted with lilac and pink by the rising sun. Another day was dawning in the world of SWC, and after all this time, she was lucky enough to still be part of it.
She didn’t know what the future held for this little camp of hers – if she can still call it ‘hers’, not being a proper host anymore. But she did know that the future of everyone who passed through these hallowed halls and cabin walls had so much talent and potential, and their campers and leaders would go on to make them proud someday. And if it ever needed her assistance again? She would always be there for it. After everything it had done for her, she was forever in SWC's debt.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
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- RoadkilI
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Daily done for dystopian
The wooden skewer punctured the gooey surface of the marshmallow confectionary. A sweet scent bursts free of the solid-but-soft gelatine layer and saturated the environment with a sweet essence. The sugar hangs in the cool night air, the moon bouncing off and reflecting the small white puffs of marshmallow fluff drifting in the mosquito-infested wood.
I find it ironic, really. The setting—roasting marshmallows and other goods in the forest—seemed like a peaceful little outing. Though any sense of normality was taken with the high chain-link fence topped with barbed wire loops enclosing the woods and all our small town. Foreign visitors may feel threatened with the lack of space and isolation, but really its intention was only to keep the predators out—packs of wild dogs, lone cougars, bears. Supposedly electrified 24-hours a day, we’re lucky to get just three hours of electricity in the evenings. When I’d entered through a loose stretch in the fence there had been no vibrations and humming and was silent as a stone.
Though while our town may be protected from the flesh-eaters on the inside by the fence, you can’t do much for the few who risk stepping over the boundary and into a hazardous zone with added concerns such as venomous snakes, rabid animals and any real paths to follow erased eons ago. Not that there were many who’d risk it. Trespassing was illegal and pouching came with the severest of penalties. I’d bet more people would venture out if they had more than just a knife though.
There’d always be the lot of brave souls known to sneak out and harvest apples. But never far. Never out of sight of the settling so you could rush back to safety if trouble were to arise.
I scared my family to death with the frequent outings to the woods to hunt and gather, and still do. As a young child I’d blurt about the country and the people who ruled us. Though as I matured, I learned that this would only lead to more trouble and so put up a façade and an indifferent mask. Honesty could be hazardous—opinions rebellious. Even at home I keep by mouth shut and avoid discussing tricky topics. Food shortages, beatings, and poverty was no pleasant discussion to have.
But now…now didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter. I struggled sometimes to ever feel joy in a moment of supposed happiness. I imagine the flames licking at me and the burning embers and hugging me, wrapping me in their warm arms like an envelope, pulling me closer. Love was a rare, hard thing to find in this world. The company of the flames and trees would have to make do. Besides, everyone would be better off on their own. Less mouths to feed, more money saved, any education fees excluded.
That’s what they tell me, anyway.
I spilt a loaf in half. It’s real bakery bread, not the dry, grainy stuff we make from grain portions. I inhale the scent that wafts from the puncture in the crust, and my mouth floods with saliva. Special bread like this cannot be put to waste. I’d been up at the crack of dawn to trade for such fine bread. It better be good. Cost me a squirrel, after all.
Sliced with the perfect little goat cheese gifted to me by Reaper and wrapped in basil leaves, the meal is made divine. Like my own little feast. The blackberries scavenged earlier that day come next, and the juice squirts into my mouth, awakening my taste buds and sending flavour which bursts through my mouth.
Then the bombs went off.
Word count: 608
The wooden skewer punctured the gooey surface of the marshmallow confectionary. A sweet scent bursts free of the solid-but-soft gelatine layer and saturated the environment with a sweet essence. The sugar hangs in the cool night air, the moon bouncing off and reflecting the small white puffs of marshmallow fluff drifting in the mosquito-infested wood.
I find it ironic, really. The setting—roasting marshmallows and other goods in the forest—seemed like a peaceful little outing. Though any sense of normality was taken with the high chain-link fence topped with barbed wire loops enclosing the woods and all our small town. Foreign visitors may feel threatened with the lack of space and isolation, but really its intention was only to keep the predators out—packs of wild dogs, lone cougars, bears. Supposedly electrified 24-hours a day, we’re lucky to get just three hours of electricity in the evenings. When I’d entered through a loose stretch in the fence there had been no vibrations and humming and was silent as a stone.
Though while our town may be protected from the flesh-eaters on the inside by the fence, you can’t do much for the few who risk stepping over the boundary and into a hazardous zone with added concerns such as venomous snakes, rabid animals and any real paths to follow erased eons ago. Not that there were many who’d risk it. Trespassing was illegal and pouching came with the severest of penalties. I’d bet more people would venture out if they had more than just a knife though.
There’d always be the lot of brave souls known to sneak out and harvest apples. But never far. Never out of sight of the settling so you could rush back to safety if trouble were to arise.
I scared my family to death with the frequent outings to the woods to hunt and gather, and still do. As a young child I’d blurt about the country and the people who ruled us. Though as I matured, I learned that this would only lead to more trouble and so put up a façade and an indifferent mask. Honesty could be hazardous—opinions rebellious. Even at home I keep by mouth shut and avoid discussing tricky topics. Food shortages, beatings, and poverty was no pleasant discussion to have.
But now…now didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter. I struggled sometimes to ever feel joy in a moment of supposed happiness. I imagine the flames licking at me and the burning embers and hugging me, wrapping me in their warm arms like an envelope, pulling me closer. Love was a rare, hard thing to find in this world. The company of the flames and trees would have to make do. Besides, everyone would be better off on their own. Less mouths to feed, more money saved, any education fees excluded.
That’s what they tell me, anyway.
I spilt a loaf in half. It’s real bakery bread, not the dry, grainy stuff we make from grain portions. I inhale the scent that wafts from the puncture in the crust, and my mouth floods with saliva. Special bread like this cannot be put to waste. I’d been up at the crack of dawn to trade for such fine bread. It better be good. Cost me a squirrel, after all.
Sliced with the perfect little goat cheese gifted to me by Reaper and wrapped in basil leaves, the meal is made divine. Like my own little feast. The blackberries scavenged earlier that day come next, and the juice squirts into my mouth, awakening my taste buds and sending flavour which bursts through my mouth.
Then the bombs went off.
Word count: 608
- astro-liiqht
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
daily for contemp, 28.03.2022!“Good morning, campers! It's the second-to-last day of camp, and we're so thankful to have all of you guys participate this session! For our last main cabin daily, I promise that it'll be fun! You can check the noticeboard for more details. Once again, thank you so, so much for coming to the March 2022 Scratch Writing Camp! Hope to see you guys again in July! Birdi singing off for now!” Birdi, the camp director, boomed through the speakers. It was, as she stated, almost the end of the March 2022 Scratch Writing Camp.
“Oooh, I wonder what it'll be?” Alba chirped.
“It's gotta be something fun, every daily is fun!” Arwen smiled.
“Well, let's go and find out..” you said.
You, along with your newfound friends, head to the noticeboard to check the last daily of the session.
“National…Something On A Stick Day?! What is that?” You asked, puzzled.
“So…we have to write about our best memories made this session?” Nayeli guessed.
“Eh, should be a piece of cake.” Sage grinned.
You and your friends headed back to the cabin.
“Hello, campers!” Daisy hollered.
“GAHH!” Arwen shrieked.
“Daisy, you gave us a shock!” you cried.
“I nearly fainted AGAIN…” Nayeli sighed.
Daisy giggled. “Whoops, sorry…so today, I was thinking that we could come together and brainstorm as a cabin about the best moments of the March 2022 Scratch Writing Camp!”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Well then, let's start!” Gigi announced.
After a few rounds of discussion, it was finally your turn to share your most memorable moments of the camp.
“Aurora, what was you most memorable moment?” Eevee asked.
“Well…I was delighted when my backup camper application got accepted! I didn't know much about the camp at first, but I was eager to start writing. After some digging, I managed to roughly grasp the concept of Scratch Writing Camp.” You answered.
“Oooh, you started as a backup? I never knew!” Dawn said.
“Yeah, signing up as a backup was a good decision. If not, I wouldn't have met you guys in the first place!” You smiled.
“Awwww…you're too kind!” CD laughed.
“Well, not really. But my second most memorable would be participating in cabin wars! It was so much fun writing with you guys. I didn't do much for the first round of wars, but the second round was where I really got involved.” You said.
“Ooh, I remember! We did a collab story together, right?” Alba recalled. “You literally made my carry a cannon!”
“Well, it's for comedic effect.” You winked. “The last thing that I wanted to mention was probably when Nayeli fainted. No offence, Nayeli.”
“None taken.” Nayeli smiled. “I'm used to it now.”
“Yeah, that was so scary…I nearly fainted myself when I heard the news!” Arwen said.
“Yeah, it took all of us by shock. At least we learnt a lesson - writing too much won't do you any good! Health matters so much more than writing!” Eevee chirped.
“Yeah, exactly what you would say.” Daisy laughed.
“Classic Eevee.” You laughed along with the rest. “So, that's about it. I can't believe how fun it's been to participate in Scratch Writing Camp with all of you guys! I'm actually planning to become a co-leader next session, anybody in with me?”
“Oooh, we'll be there!” Gigi smirked.
“Definitely!” CD nodded.
“I hope we get sorted into the same cabins next session!” Sage smiled.
“Yeah, it's been so much fun with all you guys! Though it'll be great to make some new friends, too.” You said.
“I agree.” Nayeli chimed in.
“Yeah, me too!” Alba agreed.
You smiled. “Well then, that wraps it up for my presentation! Who'd like to go next?”
word count: 616
- theawesomemarbler
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
March 28th (Daily)
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Drinking my usual cup of coffee I always had every day, I started thinking about my adventures in SWC this session as the taste of my coffee became stronger, for the session is almost coming to an end. I can't stop smiling on those days and favorite times of SWC, especially the most interesting, chaotic, and tiring part, cabin wars. It may be so tiring to write as many words as we can till our hands are almost broken, but the war with my cabinmates, whom now I see them as friends, had increased our relationship together. I almost choked on my coffee while chuckling the time when all those complicated wars the other cabins sent to us were all defeated through teamwork, but Fan-Fi really gave us 3 wars in a day! Fortunately we finished them all on time, which in my opinion makes the cabin wars so much fun. One of my favorite moments of cabin wars this session is that Hi-Fi has lost a lot of points! That's really good news for they are one of our enemies, making our ally, Fairy Tales, rise up the ranks. Come to think of it, my brother is in Fairy Tales, I hope his cabin isn't last place, but the full results aren't out yet, so writing competition rewards might make our cabins rise.
Talking about warring cabins of our enemies, another thing came out to me that was really funny, it's about me creating a new trend in my cabin, called “Poetry for the Lose”. Because Poetry is our number one enemy, and also in first place, I decided to cheer my cabin, Horror, up by creating this trend, and everyone loved it. Sadly we didn't manage to reuse it, for we're afraid that the leaders or campers from Poetry will find out about us. I wonder what will happen to us if they did found out, maybe write some Poetry related stuff like poems that says Horror is a bad genre? I don't think so, Horror is one of my favorite genres, that should be my answer to the Poetry cabin if they do say Horror is a bad genre.
The final part, I really like interacting with my cabin, because they're all so friendly. I kept thinking about the times when I battle Shizuka, someone from Horror, to see who can get higher word counts because our word counts were so close! Eventually I won the battle, and has a few thousand words ahead of her now. I liked the time when Lisa, my co-leader and a friend, gave me a matching pfp. It looks amazing along with the other campers who got their matching pfps as well. These happy memories kept with me from the beginning of March till now, I would even punish myself if I were to forget these happy, memorable, funny moments during March.
However, I suddenly realized, my leader, Peachii, is leaving Scratch after SWC officially ends. The whole cabin was sad, we couldn't bear to see Peachii go, even though some of us only met her during SWC. As the clock ticked, I knew that we couldn't stop time, we can't stop Peachii from changing her mind. I started thinking what my father told me, “Everyone has to leave one day.” And the day is coming for us to say goodbye to Peachii. Farewell, Peachii, you have been a very good leader in this session, but your life is more important, I understand why you need to leave. I hope one day we can meet again in another website, maybe Discord or Twitter? These are my final goodbyes to my leader of the Horror cabin.
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Drinking my usual cup of coffee I always had every day, I started thinking about my adventures in SWC this session as the taste of my coffee became stronger, for the session is almost coming to an end. I can't stop smiling on those days and favorite times of SWC, especially the most interesting, chaotic, and tiring part, cabin wars. It may be so tiring to write as many words as we can till our hands are almost broken, but the war with my cabinmates, whom now I see them as friends, had increased our relationship together. I almost choked on my coffee while chuckling the time when all those complicated wars the other cabins sent to us were all defeated through teamwork, but Fan-Fi really gave us 3 wars in a day! Fortunately we finished them all on time, which in my opinion makes the cabin wars so much fun. One of my favorite moments of cabin wars this session is that Hi-Fi has lost a lot of points! That's really good news for they are one of our enemies, making our ally, Fairy Tales, rise up the ranks. Come to think of it, my brother is in Fairy Tales, I hope his cabin isn't last place, but the full results aren't out yet, so writing competition rewards might make our cabins rise.
Talking about warring cabins of our enemies, another thing came out to me that was really funny, it's about me creating a new trend in my cabin, called “Poetry for the Lose”. Because Poetry is our number one enemy, and also in first place, I decided to cheer my cabin, Horror, up by creating this trend, and everyone loved it. Sadly we didn't manage to reuse it, for we're afraid that the leaders or campers from Poetry will find out about us. I wonder what will happen to us if they did found out, maybe write some Poetry related stuff like poems that says Horror is a bad genre? I don't think so, Horror is one of my favorite genres, that should be my answer to the Poetry cabin if they do say Horror is a bad genre.
The final part, I really like interacting with my cabin, because they're all so friendly. I kept thinking about the times when I battle Shizuka, someone from Horror, to see who can get higher word counts because our word counts were so close! Eventually I won the battle, and has a few thousand words ahead of her now. I liked the time when Lisa, my co-leader and a friend, gave me a matching pfp. It looks amazing along with the other campers who got their matching pfps as well. These happy memories kept with me from the beginning of March till now, I would even punish myself if I were to forget these happy, memorable, funny moments during March.
However, I suddenly realized, my leader, Peachii, is leaving Scratch after SWC officially ends. The whole cabin was sad, we couldn't bear to see Peachii go, even though some of us only met her during SWC. As the clock ticked, I knew that we couldn't stop time, we can't stop Peachii from changing her mind. I started thinking what my father told me, “Everyone has to leave one day.” And the day is coming for us to say goodbye to Peachii. Farewell, Peachii, you have been a very good leader in this session, but your life is more important, I understand why you need to leave. I hope one day we can meet again in another website, maybe Discord or Twitter? These are my final goodbyes to my leader of the Horror cabin.
614 words
- TigerClaw51015
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
SWC March 2022 on a stick.
My favorite parts about SWC:
My favorite parts about SWC:
1. The Members.
This was my first year here and I REALLY enjoyed it. The leaders, co’s, and cabin members are so fun and friendly. They were really welcoming, especially since this is my first time here. When I sign up for the next session, I hope I can be just as welcoming as they were. I also loved all of the inside jokes
and weird little quirks about Thriller cabin and its members. Everyone is so funny and energetic. I love how you can just click on the cabin’s link and know that inside that link, there are people that you can trust and chat with. I also like all of the relationships with other cabins. You can joke about how horrible other cabins are or have friendly arguments with other cabins. Oh! I almost forgot about the theme! I loved Thriller’s theme of ‘murder mystery’ and how there are actual clues and victims. You actually get to attempt to solve it! The mystery was also a cool way to meet people from other cabins, as there were other co’s and leaders as suspects. I hope I can be in Thriller cabin next session.
2. The Cabin Wars
I’m surprised how well I did in cabin wars considering I had no clue what I was doing! I wrote over 2000 words for them over the course of two. Compared to more advanced members, it’s not much, but for me, I’m very proud. Also, it helps that Thriller didn’t lose a single war. I truly enjoyed the rush and pressure of cabin wars, but also the knowing that if you can’t finish, it’s alright. It’s no big deal. And in most cases, it’s not only up to you! The rest of your cabin-mates have to chip in as well. It just has a vibe to it that makes you want to work hard to write a tone of words. Maybe it’s because you want to feel accepted or appreciated by your cabin-mates. Or maybe it’s just simply the competitive side to people that wants to win everything. And cabin wars are a great way to earn points for your cabin. Surprisingly, it’s also a good way to meet people from other cabins! It’s also a good way to show your rivalries with other cabins. I really enjoyed the cabin wars.
3. The Friendships
I’ve made so many new friends on Scratch because of this. And I love that the friendship is based on writing and our love for it. I feel like as writers, we all have things we can teach each other about it. Everyone has different writing styles, and they’re all so unique and beautiful. Since I started SWC three people have come to my profile to chat with me. I feel like SWC gives you a connection with other Scratchers who enjoy it because you can relate to them. It gives you a good topic. Especially how different cabins have different relationships with each other. That gives you a reason to have a friendly argument. I really love having these people who can understand SWC and talk to you about it. My writer friends in real life are like “What’s SWC?” even though I’ve explained it a million times. You truly have to be in it to understand it, and I love having other members that I’ve connected with through SWC, that I can talk to about SWC. Bottom line, I love the friendships I’ve made through SWC.
600 words exactly B)
Last edited by TigerClaw51015 (March 28, 2022 12:24:15)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
28th Daily
this does not make much sense lol but i had fun writing it!
“Take your 3 favourite SWC memories and include them in a story” (put-something-on-a-stick-day!)
631 words
It’s been a while since I had coffee, but today it’s very much needed. I always leave the weekly until such a last moment; and then get annoyed at myself for it when I do finally get around to writing, like if I couldn’t have just started earlier and made things a whole lot easier for myself. Oh well, it’s done now, and there’s a few hours before submission is due. I can do this, with the caffeine running through the veins.
Fingers flying over the keyboard, I barely have time to think of the words in my head before I begin to write them down. The story basically forms itself, with me not inputting any thought into the plotline at all. It’s kind of fun this way, though, and it’s certainly faster – and I need fast; time is not on my side right now. So I continue, checking the word count every now and then. 500. 600. 800. Nearly there. 900… 1000! I hit the word count with a final flourish. And just in time, too – 3 minutes until submission. Enough time to post the weekly in the forums and hand it into main cabin – I got it done!
Just because the weekly’s done doesn’t mean everything else is, though. I only get a tiny bit of time to relax before I’m off again – Waterfall needs some help in the cabin wars; she hasn’t slept in forever! Not to fear, though – I’m ready for battle, putting on all my armour and getting all the weapons ready – water, my laptop, and my phone; they work so much better than a sword. Visor on, I sprint head forward straight into battle.
There are only 3 minutes left before the timer runs up and then we’ll lose the war, but I won’t give up. 2 minutes to finish the last 100 words of my 1000 word sprint in order to win the war. I power through the last of the remaining time, slashing my fingers across the keys on my laptop as if I’m karate chopping our enemy mid battle. With a last final swing, the word count reaches 1000 and our enemy falls to the ground, defeated at last. Rushing back to the cabin, I search for the others to tell them of the news – the news of our victory! We’ve won the war, together, with just a minute to spare!
I finally collapse on the cabin couch, terribly worn out from all the battling. Laying down with a knitted blanket draped over my legs, I could fall asleep to the thoughts of our victory right here and now. But alas, I made the mistake of celebrating too early.
“Fin!” Soki rushed over, seeming out of breath. “Can you please help us out? The new main daily’s just showed up, it’s really easy, it’ll only take a few minutes! Please?”
“Of course,” I say, never turning down a need for assistance. We’ve got to do everything we can to help our cabin after all! “Where do you need me to go?”
Soki points just outside the cabin, where there are a series of duels going on. I can see Hop battling a opponent from the enemy, while Sai swings her sword at another rival nearby, both immersed in their own battles. Uh-oh. It’s word wars.
Rushing outside, I find an opponent almost instantly. Drawing my sword from my belt, I face them straight on, meeting their eyes through my visor. The duel begins. With a slash of my blade and a flick of my ankle, my opponent dodges them and stumbles to the ground doing so. I’ve won. Sci-fi won. The battle is over. Sci-fi reigns as an eternal champion.
this does not make much sense lol but i had fun writing it!
“Take your 3 favourite SWC memories and include them in a story” (put-something-on-a-stick-day!)
631 words
It’s been a while since I had coffee, but today it’s very much needed. I always leave the weekly until such a last moment; and then get annoyed at myself for it when I do finally get around to writing, like if I couldn’t have just started earlier and made things a whole lot easier for myself. Oh well, it’s done now, and there’s a few hours before submission is due. I can do this, with the caffeine running through the veins.
Fingers flying over the keyboard, I barely have time to think of the words in my head before I begin to write them down. The story basically forms itself, with me not inputting any thought into the plotline at all. It’s kind of fun this way, though, and it’s certainly faster – and I need fast; time is not on my side right now. So I continue, checking the word count every now and then. 500. 600. 800. Nearly there. 900… 1000! I hit the word count with a final flourish. And just in time, too – 3 minutes until submission. Enough time to post the weekly in the forums and hand it into main cabin – I got it done!
Just because the weekly’s done doesn’t mean everything else is, though. I only get a tiny bit of time to relax before I’m off again – Waterfall needs some help in the cabin wars; she hasn’t slept in forever! Not to fear, though – I’m ready for battle, putting on all my armour and getting all the weapons ready – water, my laptop, and my phone; they work so much better than a sword. Visor on, I sprint head forward straight into battle.
There are only 3 minutes left before the timer runs up and then we’ll lose the war, but I won’t give up. 2 minutes to finish the last 100 words of my 1000 word sprint in order to win the war. I power through the last of the remaining time, slashing my fingers across the keys on my laptop as if I’m karate chopping our enemy mid battle. With a last final swing, the word count reaches 1000 and our enemy falls to the ground, defeated at last. Rushing back to the cabin, I search for the others to tell them of the news – the news of our victory! We’ve won the war, together, with just a minute to spare!
I finally collapse on the cabin couch, terribly worn out from all the battling. Laying down with a knitted blanket draped over my legs, I could fall asleep to the thoughts of our victory right here and now. But alas, I made the mistake of celebrating too early.
“Fin!” Soki rushed over, seeming out of breath. “Can you please help us out? The new main daily’s just showed up, it’s really easy, it’ll only take a few minutes! Please?”
“Of course,” I say, never turning down a need for assistance. We’ve got to do everything we can to help our cabin after all! “Where do you need me to go?”
Soki points just outside the cabin, where there are a series of duels going on. I can see Hop battling a opponent from the enemy, while Sai swings her sword at another rival nearby, both immersed in their own battles. Uh-oh. It’s word wars.
Rushing outside, I find an opponent almost instantly. Drawing my sword from my belt, I face them straight on, meeting their eyes through my visor. The duel begins. With a slash of my blade and a flick of my ankle, my opponent dodges them and stumbles to the ground doing so. I’ve won. Sci-fi won. The battle is over. Sci-fi reigns as an eternal champion.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
MC DAILIES
28.3.22
651 words
I was assigned to write a one-thousand-word descriptive essay or something like that to show interest in something. I searched through many books at an amazing speed but none inspired me to write more than one thousand words which was currently my goal. The library had over a billion books at that but none of them had the inspiration I needed (and I’m not saying the books were boring), they just didn’t have that strive I needed.
It was almost noon when I caught sight of a book named “SWC”, it intrigued me with its abbreviation as I sat in the corner with no one around me but the books.
I started reading it, the book was pretty heavy with many records of this “writing camp”. One of the listed contents caught my eye, “SWC skewers”, I read.
It was filled with different memories of the campers, each making me feel “This is the one”. I continued reading when I bumped into something interesting.
The first of this camper’s memories included the last weekly for the latest SWC session. I read,
“It was a lot of fun to write the last weekly with the way they were organised and the number of words needed to write them was pretty long. Nevertheless, it was right since without that number camper’s wouldn’t have been content with their writing. And I would say not just the last weekly but all the others were planned in incredible detail especially the first one about poetry. It was long but it contained a lot of information about poetry and its types (I’m in Poetry either way). It helped me learn how to write poems, it was hectic reading through but very much better than reading an entire book with words you can’t even understand.”
The next one was, their in-cabin activity,
“One of the best memories I had this session was the in-cabin activity of the travel logs to get out of the wilds and get back home. I know the leaders and Co’s put in a lot of effort to figure out the theme and it was definitely the best part, moving on the map then finding clues and getting out the wilds was totally worth it, even making my fingers type words when not needed to. Me and the others guessing the code to open up the vault with different codes and realizing it was actually a poem, it was the best part certainly.”
And now the final one,
“The last of my best memories were the cabin wars, we had two war sessions every time. Since in the previous sessions I wasn’t able to write the number of words needed. But this time I did, I even did it while doing exams, I mean it. On the day for the last cabin war’s, I was having my last exam (lol). Typing all the words as a cabin and then gaining more points from the extra challenges was the best <3. I remember how most of us campers were awake typing towards the goal non-stop (it was brutal) but worth our hard work. The best part of SWC is the cabin wars which brings the campers together and allows them to commute with each other. Especially, the rivalry we had with fan-fi it was the best, trying to provoke them and they I think might have wared us about five to seven times already, with no exception from our side that is <3 I wasn’t exactly able to put my emptions to words but this session was splendid.”
As I read all those skewers, I felt I was one of them each time, at the same time the library was about to close. I hurried to the counter and borrowed the book to go home, laze around gather the inspiration again and write my one thousand plus essay, I thought to myself clenching my fist.
28.3.22
651 words
I was assigned to write a one-thousand-word descriptive essay or something like that to show interest in something. I searched through many books at an amazing speed but none inspired me to write more than one thousand words which was currently my goal. The library had over a billion books at that but none of them had the inspiration I needed (and I’m not saying the books were boring), they just didn’t have that strive I needed.
It was almost noon when I caught sight of a book named “SWC”, it intrigued me with its abbreviation as I sat in the corner with no one around me but the books.
I started reading it, the book was pretty heavy with many records of this “writing camp”. One of the listed contents caught my eye, “SWC skewers”, I read.
It was filled with different memories of the campers, each making me feel “This is the one”. I continued reading when I bumped into something interesting.
The first of this camper’s memories included the last weekly for the latest SWC session. I read,
“It was a lot of fun to write the last weekly with the way they were organised and the number of words needed to write them was pretty long. Nevertheless, it was right since without that number camper’s wouldn’t have been content with their writing. And I would say not just the last weekly but all the others were planned in incredible detail especially the first one about poetry. It was long but it contained a lot of information about poetry and its types (I’m in Poetry either way). It helped me learn how to write poems, it was hectic reading through but very much better than reading an entire book with words you can’t even understand.”
The next one was, their in-cabin activity,
“One of the best memories I had this session was the in-cabin activity of the travel logs to get out of the wilds and get back home. I know the leaders and Co’s put in a lot of effort to figure out the theme and it was definitely the best part, moving on the map then finding clues and getting out the wilds was totally worth it, even making my fingers type words when not needed to. Me and the others guessing the code to open up the vault with different codes and realizing it was actually a poem, it was the best part certainly.”
And now the final one,
“The last of my best memories were the cabin wars, we had two war sessions every time. Since in the previous sessions I wasn’t able to write the number of words needed. But this time I did, I even did it while doing exams, I mean it. On the day for the last cabin war’s, I was having my last exam (lol). Typing all the words as a cabin and then gaining more points from the extra challenges was the best <3. I remember how most of us campers were awake typing towards the goal non-stop (it was brutal) but worth our hard work. The best part of SWC is the cabin wars which brings the campers together and allows them to commute with each other. Especially, the rivalry we had with fan-fi it was the best, trying to provoke them and they I think might have wared us about five to seven times already, with no exception from our side that is <3 I wasn’t exactly able to put my emptions to words but this session was splendid.”
As I read all those skewers, I felt I was one of them each time, at the same time the library was about to close. I hurried to the counter and borrowed the book to go home, laze around gather the inspiration again and write my one thousand plus essay, I thought to myself clenching my fist.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
swc daily - march 28
words: 621
I walk through the main cabin sadly. Camp will be over in four- no, three- days, and I don’t want it to end. It felt like a day ago when I was signing up for Scratch Writing Camp in February, but now it’s already the twenty-eighth of March. Where has my time gone?
I smile fondly, recalling six campers plus myself loudly discussing the magical powers of the writing camp- after all, its awesomeness had warped the fabric of time. That discussion had quickly turned into a heated debate over whether sleep or the writing camp were superior, though the point remained that time felt different whenever I was participating in SWC.
I walk over to the bulletin board in the main cabin. On the board are the daily and weekly, but under it are more posters for different things: information about Cabin Wars, advertisements for different groups, the form for adding points (though most campers had it memorized or made use of the paper supplied to their cabins), and previous dailies or weeklies. Buried under the surface were thousands of sheets of paper, each hiding a memory from sight.
After making sure that nobody will be mad at me, I dive in. The abyss of papers that somehow still is functioning even though the pins shouldn’t be able to get through the thick layers feels like it has millions of sheets in it, though I know that after every session the memories are swept away.
I notice a diagram of a balloon covered with pizza crust that has homes and everything I know to be on Earth on it. The diagram is colored in surprisingly vibrant colors that clash with each other and draw attention, even though the paper has faded from the sun. In big, bold black letters it reads “Join SGAPT”. Underneath, in smaller letters, are the words “Secret Gravity And Penguin Theorists”.
Inside the balloon is a picture of a 3-d printer in the process of printing out a penguin, and I recall the theories that my fellow SGAPT members made: that the Earth was actually a balloon covered in pizza crust, and that the Earth’s core was hollow but said to be really hot to hide secret scientific experiments that created penguins. I had contributed by adding a theory about macaroni penguins being propaganda for government mind controlling pasta and about toenails and fingernails being the key to gravity.
I smile and continue searching. The next paper says “Crispy Aria sandwiches! Come to Scratch’s Wonderful Cafe for this and other amazing treats themed around SWC!” on the cover alongside a picture of a sandwich that looks normal until you look a bit closer and see that the ingredients make the words “Crispy Aria”. I wince at the thought of the amazing Fantasy cabin leader becoming a fried sandwich and continue looking through the papers to distract myself from that possibility.
The third paper that stands out is a paper. Well, duh. But the paper is a special type of paper- it’s a weekly information board for the second weekly! I sigh. That one weekly was the only weekly that I couldn't do part one of… And, well, for the fourth and final weekly, I wasn’t even sure that I would complete the freewrite and story in time! That reminded me, I had to start writing the weekly.
The trip down memory lane had been really fun and given me a special type of motivation for the last days of camp. Ooh, and some really nice memory skewers! I take my memory skewer from the cafeteria and munch on it as I head back to the Fantasy Facility.
“Tastes like words,” I say with a disappointed sigh.
words: 621
I walk through the main cabin sadly. Camp will be over in four- no, three- days, and I don’t want it to end. It felt like a day ago when I was signing up for Scratch Writing Camp in February, but now it’s already the twenty-eighth of March. Where has my time gone?
I smile fondly, recalling six campers plus myself loudly discussing the magical powers of the writing camp- after all, its awesomeness had warped the fabric of time. That discussion had quickly turned into a heated debate over whether sleep or the writing camp were superior, though the point remained that time felt different whenever I was participating in SWC.
I walk over to the bulletin board in the main cabin. On the board are the daily and weekly, but under it are more posters for different things: information about Cabin Wars, advertisements for different groups, the form for adding points (though most campers had it memorized or made use of the paper supplied to their cabins), and previous dailies or weeklies. Buried under the surface were thousands of sheets of paper, each hiding a memory from sight.
After making sure that nobody will be mad at me, I dive in. The abyss of papers that somehow still is functioning even though the pins shouldn’t be able to get through the thick layers feels like it has millions of sheets in it, though I know that after every session the memories are swept away.
I notice a diagram of a balloon covered with pizza crust that has homes and everything I know to be on Earth on it. The diagram is colored in surprisingly vibrant colors that clash with each other and draw attention, even though the paper has faded from the sun. In big, bold black letters it reads “Join SGAPT”. Underneath, in smaller letters, are the words “Secret Gravity And Penguin Theorists”.
Inside the balloon is a picture of a 3-d printer in the process of printing out a penguin, and I recall the theories that my fellow SGAPT members made: that the Earth was actually a balloon covered in pizza crust, and that the Earth’s core was hollow but said to be really hot to hide secret scientific experiments that created penguins. I had contributed by adding a theory about macaroni penguins being propaganda for government mind controlling pasta and about toenails and fingernails being the key to gravity.
I smile and continue searching. The next paper says “Crispy Aria sandwiches! Come to Scratch’s Wonderful Cafe for this and other amazing treats themed around SWC!” on the cover alongside a picture of a sandwich that looks normal until you look a bit closer and see that the ingredients make the words “Crispy Aria”. I wince at the thought of the amazing Fantasy cabin leader becoming a fried sandwich and continue looking through the papers to distract myself from that possibility.
The third paper that stands out is a paper. Well, duh. But the paper is a special type of paper- it’s a weekly information board for the second weekly! I sigh. That one weekly was the only weekly that I couldn't do part one of… And, well, for the fourth and final weekly, I wasn’t even sure that I would complete the freewrite and story in time! That reminded me, I had to start writing the weekly.
The trip down memory lane had been really fun and given me a special type of motivation for the last days of camp. Ooh, and some really nice memory skewers! I take my memory skewer from the cafeteria and munch on it as I head back to the Fantasy Facility.
“Tastes like words,” I say with a disappointed sigh.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Word skewer for m28
WC: 672
It was a nice sunny morning at camp- at least for me. Considering it was all digital, I was really wishing I could swap places with someone in a nice sixty or seventy degree weather. It was 10 A.M, and, as usual, I had four scrunchies on my wrist and had forgotten to put on my glasses. That was fine- I don’t need them, I said to myself, even though I literally cannot read without them. But oh well, I typed this up- it can’t be that bad.
Today the daily seemed like something I really wanted to do but was not quite sure how to do. My favorite memories have been a lot of things. It’s not really a problem of finding ones to write about- it’s mostly about choosing. Choosing is something I’m sort of a pro at- I like to jump right in and say “screw it, let’s do that.” But choosing my favorite moments, when they include other people? Eughh.
I decided to try making some from each category I set up. Number one: Interactions. Number two: In-Cabin. Number Three: Other Activities
I wrote down “Interactions.” and started typing.
What was my favorite? Couldn’t choose. I would, however, put one of my favorites!
“I really enjoyed when I wrote the collaboration for March the 28th. It was really fun working alongside a sworn enemy (@stormiikat, who’s actually super fun, though she did start a land war in Asia once). We wrote a fun story about a sheep- a very lonely, weird sheep- how made friends with a lonely shepherd. It was funny and short and cute, and I enjoyed every bit of it. Stormii is really funny and creative, especially since I kept getting stuck in places in the story and she kept continuing them like it was nothing. She’s really cool and helpful!”
Now time for In-Cabin. I had a LOT to write about here. I figuratively cracked my knuckles and set to writing.
“In-cabin activities are some of my favorites. We don’t have any dailies or anything, but we have an amazing, fun storyline and daily census. My favorite thing had to have been when the New Generation (campers) collected enough keys (points) to unlock the Building and defeat the Old Generation (the leaders.) We had to take this “ethics evaluation,” which was quite fun to take, but also really suspicious and I was full of suspense commenting my score! After we took that, the campers were split into two factions! It was good fun because we are the utopians and the dystopians, some who wanted to make it like the OG had had it and some who did not- at least in the storyline, haha! It’s all in good fun; we’ve been collecting resources to build buildings by doing dailies and weeklies, which means that I literally have to get this one done because we need more resources.”
At least I finally started the weekly, I thought. Anyways, part three- other activities. There have been so many fun things, but I think I knew just which one was my favorite. SWC PARODIES!
“I’ve had a lot of fun doing a number of activities during scratch writing camp. One of the activities that is not exactly within camp itself is writing parodies of SWC. It’s super fun to do, and everyone should try it. I wrote a parody of the song “When will my life begin?” from Tangled, entitling it “when will the weekly begin.” It was lots of fun and it was quite silly- it has been getting a lot of attention, which makes me feel good. I sang it as well as wrote it, and there was definitely some work put into it- though it was, of course, very fun to do. A lot of people liked the line “what is it like to actually get sleep?” And I do too.”
There. I was done, at least for now. Even though camp was close to ending, I still had cool memories to come.
WC: 672
It was a nice sunny morning at camp- at least for me. Considering it was all digital, I was really wishing I could swap places with someone in a nice sixty or seventy degree weather. It was 10 A.M, and, as usual, I had four scrunchies on my wrist and had forgotten to put on my glasses. That was fine- I don’t need them, I said to myself, even though I literally cannot read without them. But oh well, I typed this up- it can’t be that bad.
Today the daily seemed like something I really wanted to do but was not quite sure how to do. My favorite memories have been a lot of things. It’s not really a problem of finding ones to write about- it’s mostly about choosing. Choosing is something I’m sort of a pro at- I like to jump right in and say “screw it, let’s do that.” But choosing my favorite moments, when they include other people? Eughh.
I decided to try making some from each category I set up. Number one: Interactions. Number two: In-Cabin. Number Three: Other Activities
I wrote down “Interactions.” and started typing.
What was my favorite? Couldn’t choose. I would, however, put one of my favorites!
“I really enjoyed when I wrote the collaboration for March the 28th. It was really fun working alongside a sworn enemy (@stormiikat, who’s actually super fun, though she did start a land war in Asia once). We wrote a fun story about a sheep- a very lonely, weird sheep- how made friends with a lonely shepherd. It was funny and short and cute, and I enjoyed every bit of it. Stormii is really funny and creative, especially since I kept getting stuck in places in the story and she kept continuing them like it was nothing. She’s really cool and helpful!”
Now time for In-Cabin. I had a LOT to write about here. I figuratively cracked my knuckles and set to writing.
“In-cabin activities are some of my favorites. We don’t have any dailies or anything, but we have an amazing, fun storyline and daily census. My favorite thing had to have been when the New Generation (campers) collected enough keys (points) to unlock the Building and defeat the Old Generation (the leaders.) We had to take this “ethics evaluation,” which was quite fun to take, but also really suspicious and I was full of suspense commenting my score! After we took that, the campers were split into two factions! It was good fun because we are the utopians and the dystopians, some who wanted to make it like the OG had had it and some who did not- at least in the storyline, haha! It’s all in good fun; we’ve been collecting resources to build buildings by doing dailies and weeklies, which means that I literally have to get this one done because we need more resources.”
At least I finally started the weekly, I thought. Anyways, part three- other activities. There have been so many fun things, but I think I knew just which one was my favorite. SWC PARODIES!
“I’ve had a lot of fun doing a number of activities during scratch writing camp. One of the activities that is not exactly within camp itself is writing parodies of SWC. It’s super fun to do, and everyone should try it. I wrote a parody of the song “When will my life begin?” from Tangled, entitling it “when will the weekly begin.” It was lots of fun and it was quite silly- it has been getting a lot of attention, which makes me feel good. I sang it as well as wrote it, and there was definitely some work put into it- though it was, of course, very fun to do. A lot of people liked the line “what is it like to actually get sleep?” And I do too.”
There. I was done, at least for now. Even though camp was close to ending, I still had cool memories to come.
Last edited by IvyCreations (March 28, 2022 14:54:18)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Daily for March 28th: only two days left! T-T
656 words!
This story takes place long after humans went extinct and where fish rule the world in fishtopia (they've evolved quite a bit. Now they have hands and feet! Also the entire world is water now. Also, also, Fish can read.)
Fishy the 184th swam done to the bottom of the sea near - place 889345. Here was were Fishy worked, as an archaeologist trying to learn about the mysterious humans that walked the earth hundreds of years before. No fish knew how the humans went extinct but all the know is that it happened just as the fish civilization began. When Fishy's leg hit the sea-floor he was able to walk normally. He walked over to the site. They had recently uncovered a very helpful artifact, a journal. This would help fish kind to learn more about the daily life of humans. He picked up the cobalt blue journal and skimmed through the pages. It seemed to be about a girl named Ayid, and something called SWE? No SWC? The book was old so some of the writing was a little smeared. He then flipped back to the first page, where the story started.
March 2nd 2022
Memory 1: Sassy Glue Bottle
I PROMISE THIS IS NOT A DIARY, JUST A JOURNAL. I DON'T KEEP DIARIES.
ANYWAYS, today was the first day of SWC. Well actually it started yesterday, but it was the first day I started SWC. SWC stands for Scratch Writing Camp. I got in (sign ups were posted in Feb) to dystopian cabin! I don't read dystopian novels at all, but I love the story line. (which includes something about the New and Old generation. Which I am also to lazy to write about :P) My leaders are Faer, Elfie, Lily, and Zai! I went into the main cabin to check out the daily. Which was to write about in the perspective of a inanimate object, I choose to write about a Glue Bottle who is very sassy. This is my first time in SWC so therefore, this is my first daily. I remember a leader responding to my comment in the Main Cabin. ‘XD sassy glue bottle’ Which is where this memory got it's name.
Fishy read a few more pages and stopped on another one:
March somewhere during the session 2022
Memory 2: Lasagna
Today I completed the daily and won a word war so I was bored. I then decided to stalk my leaders. I was curious on how they got to be picked to be leaders so I clicked on their profiles. First I started off with Faer, I skimmed through her application then decided to stalk her comments. (please don't judge) I then did the same to all the other leaders. After that I noticed there was a new project added to the Dystopian cabin. It was a matching pfp project! I scrolled through the requirements, few dailies? Done. A weekly? Not done. I sighed, time to work on the weekly! When I was about to close the tab something caught my eye. Lasagna? Zai, the artist for the pfps wanted Lasagna.
EDIT: A later saw Zai's Lasagna pop up everywhere through out SWC
FIshy thought, these humans talk about the weirdest things. Fishy flipped to a page near the end.
March 26th 2022
Memory 3: Cabin Wars
This was the second time we had cabin wars, Last time I didn't do it since It was my first time in SWC. I wanted to see how it worked. Today, Fan-Fi who was in second place warred us. 4 people had to write 1000 words in the next 8 hours. 10 minutes after the war was posted I commented I would do it. So then I spent the next 2 hours working on 1K words. I even did it while eating lunch and while watching TV with my sister. After I finished, I think I had about 6 hours before the war actually ended.
Fishy blinked. These humans don't just talk about weird things. They are weird. Fishy's commander called him, he had to go check out this other artifact. What other things have humans left behind for them?
656 words!
This story takes place long after humans went extinct and where fish rule the world in fishtopia (they've evolved quite a bit. Now they have hands and feet! Also the entire world is water now. Also, also, Fish can read.)
Fishy the 184th swam done to the bottom of the sea near - place 889345. Here was were Fishy worked, as an archaeologist trying to learn about the mysterious humans that walked the earth hundreds of years before. No fish knew how the humans went extinct but all the know is that it happened just as the fish civilization began. When Fishy's leg hit the sea-floor he was able to walk normally. He walked over to the site. They had recently uncovered a very helpful artifact, a journal. This would help fish kind to learn more about the daily life of humans. He picked up the cobalt blue journal and skimmed through the pages. It seemed to be about a girl named Ayid, and something called SWE? No SWC? The book was old so some of the writing was a little smeared. He then flipped back to the first page, where the story started.
March 2nd 2022
Memory 1: Sassy Glue Bottle
I PROMISE THIS IS NOT A DIARY, JUST A JOURNAL. I DON'T KEEP DIARIES.
ANYWAYS, today was the first day of SWC. Well actually it started yesterday, but it was the first day I started SWC. SWC stands for Scratch Writing Camp. I got in (sign ups were posted in Feb) to dystopian cabin! I don't read dystopian novels at all, but I love the story line. (which includes something about the New and Old generation. Which I am also to lazy to write about :P) My leaders are Faer, Elfie, Lily, and Zai! I went into the main cabin to check out the daily. Which was to write about in the perspective of a inanimate object, I choose to write about a Glue Bottle who is very sassy. This is my first time in SWC so therefore, this is my first daily. I remember a leader responding to my comment in the Main Cabin. ‘XD sassy glue bottle’ Which is where this memory got it's name.
Fishy read a few more pages and stopped on another one:
March somewhere during the session 2022
Memory 2: Lasagna
Today I completed the daily and won a word war so I was bored. I then decided to stalk my leaders. I was curious on how they got to be picked to be leaders so I clicked on their profiles. First I started off with Faer, I skimmed through her application then decided to stalk her comments. (please don't judge) I then did the same to all the other leaders. After that I noticed there was a new project added to the Dystopian cabin. It was a matching pfp project! I scrolled through the requirements, few dailies? Done. A weekly? Not done. I sighed, time to work on the weekly! When I was about to close the tab something caught my eye. Lasagna? Zai, the artist for the pfps wanted Lasagna.
EDIT: A later saw Zai's Lasagna pop up everywhere through out SWC
FIshy thought, these humans talk about the weirdest things. Fishy flipped to a page near the end.
March 26th 2022
Memory 3: Cabin Wars
This was the second time we had cabin wars, Last time I didn't do it since It was my first time in SWC. I wanted to see how it worked. Today, Fan-Fi who was in second place warred us. 4 people had to write 1000 words in the next 8 hours. 10 minutes after the war was posted I commented I would do it. So then I spent the next 2 hours working on 1K words. I even did it while eating lunch and while watching TV with my sister. After I finished, I think I had about 6 hours before the war actually ended.
Fishy blinked. These humans don't just talk about weird things. They are weird. Fishy's commander called him, he had to go check out this other artifact. What other things have humans left behind for them?
Last edited by ayid_7345 (March 28, 2022 15:34:04)
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
LASAGNA LASAGNA LASAGNA LASAGNA- I even got my friend to say it and she's not in SWC.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
ʚ Pigeon, flying, guilt ɞ
715 words
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My three memories turned into a wheel of time fan-fiction (early in the 2nd book)
It was my first night in the White Tower. The beds were as tough as they expected novices to be; as tough as rock. I turned from side to side, trying to find a comfortable position. I even slept on the other side of the bed at one point.
Then, I opened my eyes, and I saw a pigeon at the other side of the bed. I was so angry that the pigeon had taken my spot, I switched sides again. Then, where I had been, the pigeon was there on the other side! This pigeon was asking for it! This pigeon was going to regret having gone on my bed! I summoned Saidar with the summoning trick that my teacher had taught me. I formed the bud in my head. I imagined it opening and Saidar shining through. I embraced the Saidar. The Light. I felt it flowing through me. I brought it to the focus of the pigeon, and- boom! The pigeon was flying away, I didn't hurt it, I just made it think it wanted to be somewhere else.
In the morning, I went to the garden with Min and Elayne. We were talking about the different things we wanted to do with our powers, and I wanted to fly. I was newer to being a novice then they were, so they knew something that I didn't about flying. I knew I could fly. In my head I imagined it as something that was easy, that I could do without thinking about it. My belief that I could fly propelled me into the sky. I didn't need wings to soar. I flew around them and laughed as I spread my arms into the air. I was so excited! They both stood with their mouths gaping open. Since I thought this to be so easy, I was visibly confused why they were in awe.
“What is it?” I asked, as my feet lowered down to the ground.
They stood for a few seconds, both with their eyes trying to understand what they just saw.
Finally, Elayne spoke. “Egwene, Aes Sedai can't fly. Some could in the Age of Legends, but not since then, and those are only rumors of legends of ..” She trailed off.
I gasped in astonishment. I had just accomplished what Aes Sedai had not been able to do since the Age of Legends. With my faithful belief that I could fly and no vein of doubt in my body, I had broken barriers of time and brought old magic anew. Awesome, I thought.
Later, when me and the other novices were scrubbing the floors, I was next to Mathilda. I didn't know her very well, but I had a bad feeling about her. I watched my back when I was around her. I poured soapy water from a white pitcher I set on the ground, and scrubbed with a cloth I held in my hand. I kept scrubbing, looking up at Mathilda whenever I felt a pang of suspicion.
A good half hour into scrubbing the floors, Mathilda held her arm up high to hit me in the head! I had my pitcher of soapy water in my hand at just that moment, and I hit her in the head with it from pure reflex. I stared in pure terror at what I had done. I had hit her in the chin. She cried and backed away from me, as if scared of me, and fearing that I'd do what I had done again.
Soon enough the Mistress of novices came. She asked Mathilda what in the world had happened, and she told her a story about how she was about to sneeze, so she put her arm up, and I hit her with the pitcher. I didn't know if what she was telling her were lies or if I really had just hit her when she put her arm up to sneeze. Either way, I was in huge trouble. I was called to her office and I knew that I was done for. On the way there, I stared back at Mathilda. My original plan was to look back, glare at her and stick out my tongue. I couldn't do it. I just felt bad. I turned away sadly.
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My three memories turned into a wheel of time fan-fiction (early in the 2nd book)
It was my first night in the White Tower. The beds were as tough as they expected novices to be; as tough as rock. I turned from side to side, trying to find a comfortable position. I even slept on the other side of the bed at one point.
Then, I opened my eyes, and I saw a pigeon at the other side of the bed. I was so angry that the pigeon had taken my spot, I switched sides again. Then, where I had been, the pigeon was there on the other side! This pigeon was asking for it! This pigeon was going to regret having gone on my bed! I summoned Saidar with the summoning trick that my teacher had taught me. I formed the bud in my head. I imagined it opening and Saidar shining through. I embraced the Saidar. The Light. I felt it flowing through me. I brought it to the focus of the pigeon, and- boom! The pigeon was flying away, I didn't hurt it, I just made it think it wanted to be somewhere else.
In the morning, I went to the garden with Min and Elayne. We were talking about the different things we wanted to do with our powers, and I wanted to fly. I was newer to being a novice then they were, so they knew something that I didn't about flying. I knew I could fly. In my head I imagined it as something that was easy, that I could do without thinking about it. My belief that I could fly propelled me into the sky. I didn't need wings to soar. I flew around them and laughed as I spread my arms into the air. I was so excited! They both stood with their mouths gaping open. Since I thought this to be so easy, I was visibly confused why they were in awe.
“What is it?” I asked, as my feet lowered down to the ground.
They stood for a few seconds, both with their eyes trying to understand what they just saw.
Finally, Elayne spoke. “Egwene, Aes Sedai can't fly. Some could in the Age of Legends, but not since then, and those are only rumors of legends of ..” She trailed off.
I gasped in astonishment. I had just accomplished what Aes Sedai had not been able to do since the Age of Legends. With my faithful belief that I could fly and no vein of doubt in my body, I had broken barriers of time and brought old magic anew. Awesome, I thought.
Later, when me and the other novices were scrubbing the floors, I was next to Mathilda. I didn't know her very well, but I had a bad feeling about her. I watched my back when I was around her. I poured soapy water from a white pitcher I set on the ground, and scrubbed with a cloth I held in my hand. I kept scrubbing, looking up at Mathilda whenever I felt a pang of suspicion.
A good half hour into scrubbing the floors, Mathilda held her arm up high to hit me in the head! I had my pitcher of soapy water in my hand at just that moment, and I hit her in the head with it from pure reflex. I stared in pure terror at what I had done. I had hit her in the chin. She cried and backed away from me, as if scared of me, and fearing that I'd do what I had done again.
Soon enough the Mistress of novices came. She asked Mathilda what in the world had happened, and she told her a story about how she was about to sneeze, so she put her arm up, and I hit her with the pitcher. I didn't know if what she was telling her were lies or if I really had just hit her when she put her arm up to sneeze. Either way, I was in huge trouble. I was called to her office and I knew that I was done for. On the way there, I stared back at Mathilda. My original plan was to look back, glare at her and stick out my tongue. I couldn't do it. I just felt bad. I turned away sadly.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Word War 4:112 words
How would I had not known?
The thing I was looking for did not exist, at all.
Legends lied to me.
Magic lied to me.
The magic of stories and folklore were all just as big, fat lie.
I needed to find father.
I needed the lost amulet.
The one from a thousand years ago.
I needed it.
And I searched, for such a long, long time. Believing for almost my whole life.
And the mage, whatever he was called, as if mages weren't real as well, told me.
“The thing you are looking for does not exist.”
Why would a mage, someone magical, tell me that a magical thing does not
How would I had not known?
The thing I was looking for did not exist, at all.
Legends lied to me.
Magic lied to me.
The magic of stories and folklore were all just as big, fat lie.
I needed to find father.
I needed the lost amulet.
The one from a thousand years ago.
I needed it.
And I searched, for such a long, long time. Believing for almost my whole life.
And the mage, whatever he was called, as if mages weren't real as well, told me.
“The thing you are looking for does not exist.”
Why would a mage, someone magical, tell me that a magical thing does not
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
=====March 28, Daily=====
'Write about your favorite things about SWC on your memory stick'
'Write about your favorite things about SWC on your memory stick'
Better writing skills.
All other things aside, SWC has definitely helped me develop my writing skills. It really helped me find my writing style, and gave me better ideas. Originally, before SWC, it was wayyy harder for me to think of anything to write, or even have the motivation to write when I did have an idea. With SWC, I have written more words in story writing than my entire life before it. Also, I have a lot more ideas and my writing has definitely improved
Fun!
SWC is so amazingly fun. From the cabin wars to just hanging out in the sibling hangout, I always feel like I have something to do. If it was up to me, I would just be on scratch all day writing and just having fun. It's such a great community, and I can always count on coming on to nerd out on Percy Jackson or just joke around.
Cabin wars
I did way better in the cabin wars then I thought I would, and I wrote over 6 thousand words in the duration of both of them. For every cabin war, I was active for as long as possible. Cabin wars only occurs twice in the session, but it definitely deserves its own section on the stick. Cabin wars is over 50 percent of the writing I did during SWC, and they are so much fun. I loved warring other cabins, and watching fanfiction enact the great betrayal :3 Cabin wars kept me on my toes for a few days, and Scratch Writing Camp wouldn’t be the same without them. I was literally counting down the minutes till we could start, and I proceeded to be thoroughly addicted for the rest of the day
Memories
Scratch Writing Camp has been so much fun for me, and I will always remember this time, especially since it is my first. There are some things that I will never forget, and every time I think of them, I have a smile on my face. From Encanto references to fighting for the lowest coent, there are some experiences and memories that will always be engraved deep into my brain, and will always be appreciated. It was such an awesome journey throughout this camp, and I will be back for more again next year too.
The community
One of the absolute best things about Scratch Writing Camp is the amazing community.
All of the other things I mentioned before wouldn’t be possible without the community,
And they are a big part of making SWC as amazing as it is. The leaders were always and they have always worked really hard to make this an amazing experience, and then The fellow campers also are awesome. If I got the chance to change to people in SWC, I wouldn’t change a thing.
The competition
I have always been a bit competitive, but one of the best parts of SWC is the friendly competition. The way SWC is made really is a clever way to give motivation, because I am always motivated to write more. The friendly competition to be the cabin with the most points gives a bit of fuel, and makes me really want to write s muh as possible, and write as good as possible too.
The friendships
In real life it's harder for me to find people who I like to hang out with. In Scratch Writing Camp, I feel like I can be myself and find my people. I love hanging out with people, and I love being able to talk to people who relate with me. The friendships in SWC are by far the best part of SWC.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Daily 28:716 words
What are your cherished memories of SWC?
I think that's how the daily went. I think. We were to write at least six hundred words on our memories in this session of SWC.
So here I am, at my desk in Iduna's library, which is on Calypso's Island, writing this daily out.
One of the things I clearly remember was roleplay day. It was brilliant fun, how everyone hung out in the main cabin whilst speaking in second person. It was so cool and fun to play around with, and Bookie's SWC logo-shaped cookies were clearly the best. I think that is one of the best memories of this session.
I also remember the three-word stories, which got us to make thoughtful stories about thoughtful things with other campers. I remember doing it after a nice day of taking long walks by the beach in real life. That was so relaxing and fun
I also remember how it was poetry day and I made this little tongue-twister which was so nice and fun.
I love all the dailies we have here. They really help you learn to write with meaning.
And I haven't stumbled across anything like it before.
I also remember my first cabin wars.
I remember it being so exciting and fun, seeing all those challenges from enemy cabins fly at all directions. I wasn't scared, of course. It was just a bit of thrilling fun. Although I never got round to writing in some of the wars, though. maybe I will next time?
I also remember how, instead of in-cabin dailies or weeklies, Calypso's Island had an activity everyday. These were know as “Today's cabin activity” or “TCA”. They were questions that are sometimes hard to answer and made you think outside the box such as: “Salads are gardens in bowls. True or False.” and “Who told dictionary writers what were the meaning of the words?”
Those two I clearly remember, as I remember answering things like: “Gardens are yummier than salads.”
I really was trying to be funny there.
One thing I did not expect, though, was how challenging the weeklies were going to be. So many words! Really, SWC weren't joking when they said they were to improve your writing.
Because, you see, they really did improve my skills!
At the beginning, writing four hundred words were so much for me. But now, that's no problem! And over time I developed new techniques and skills. I feel so much more confident and boosted in my writing! Even though it still might not be magnificent. I'm not that brilliant. I really love SWC and I'm starting to be a bit sad now it's starting to end. I mean, July is such a long way away!
Anyways, back onto the memories.
I remember that second daily, were I really wrote my heart out over a magnifying glass that's now moved somewhere else on my desk. I remember how I wrote about my first few days here, and how I moved to a remote house in the wilderness because everyone took up all the houses in the town.
Already I'm getting nostalgia.
I first remember the day when The leader and co-leaders knocked on my door back in the town, announcing how I'm accepted in Mythology Cabin that took the form of Calypso's Island, and how they'll meet me there, and how I should look out for Iduna's library.
I remember That joy and excitement I gad, and my friend congratulating me.
I remember that first time I walked into that grand building with golden-edged waterfalls and smooth marble floors.It was so wonderful, and so grand. calling it the Main “Cabin” was a total understatement.
It really was not a cabin.
I remember paying a visit there and I almost got lost, then to find myself in the portal room. I went to the one with “Calypso's Island - Mythology Cabin” marked on an ebony panel on top, and meeting the leader and co-leader there.
I remember how I did my firts roleplay with Cami, and how brilliantly fun that was. That is one of my most cherished memories of this session.
I remember thinking: “Is SWC like this everyday?”
And looking back, it really was.
So, there are my memories. Coolgirl100- signing off.
What are your cherished memories of SWC?
I think that's how the daily went. I think. We were to write at least six hundred words on our memories in this session of SWC.
So here I am, at my desk in Iduna's library, which is on Calypso's Island, writing this daily out.
One of the things I clearly remember was roleplay day. It was brilliant fun, how everyone hung out in the main cabin whilst speaking in second person. It was so cool and fun to play around with, and Bookie's SWC logo-shaped cookies were clearly the best. I think that is one of the best memories of this session.
I also remember the three-word stories, which got us to make thoughtful stories about thoughtful things with other campers. I remember doing it after a nice day of taking long walks by the beach in real life. That was so relaxing and fun
I also remember how it was poetry day and I made this little tongue-twister which was so nice and fun.
I love all the dailies we have here. They really help you learn to write with meaning.
And I haven't stumbled across anything like it before.
I also remember my first cabin wars.
I remember it being so exciting and fun, seeing all those challenges from enemy cabins fly at all directions. I wasn't scared, of course. It was just a bit of thrilling fun. Although I never got round to writing in some of the wars, though. maybe I will next time?
I also remember how, instead of in-cabin dailies or weeklies, Calypso's Island had an activity everyday. These were know as “Today's cabin activity” or “TCA”. They were questions that are sometimes hard to answer and made you think outside the box such as: “Salads are gardens in bowls. True or False.” and “Who told dictionary writers what were the meaning of the words?”
Those two I clearly remember, as I remember answering things like: “Gardens are yummier than salads.”
I really was trying to be funny there.
One thing I did not expect, though, was how challenging the weeklies were going to be. So many words! Really, SWC weren't joking when they said they were to improve your writing.
Because, you see, they really did improve my skills!
At the beginning, writing four hundred words were so much for me. But now, that's no problem! And over time I developed new techniques and skills. I feel so much more confident and boosted in my writing! Even though it still might not be magnificent. I'm not that brilliant. I really love SWC and I'm starting to be a bit sad now it's starting to end. I mean, July is such a long way away!
Anyways, back onto the memories.
I remember that second daily, were I really wrote my heart out over a magnifying glass that's now moved somewhere else on my desk. I remember how I wrote about my first few days here, and how I moved to a remote house in the wilderness because everyone took up all the houses in the town.
Already I'm getting nostalgia.
I first remember the day when The leader and co-leaders knocked on my door back in the town, announcing how I'm accepted in Mythology Cabin that took the form of Calypso's Island, and how they'll meet me there, and how I should look out for Iduna's library.
I remember That joy and excitement I gad, and my friend congratulating me.
I remember that first time I walked into that grand building with golden-edged waterfalls and smooth marble floors.It was so wonderful, and so grand. calling it the Main “Cabin” was a total understatement.
It really was not a cabin.
I remember paying a visit there and I almost got lost, then to find myself in the portal room. I went to the one with “Calypso's Island - Mythology Cabin” marked on an ebony panel on top, and meeting the leader and co-leader there.
I remember how I did my firts roleplay with Cami, and how brilliantly fun that was. That is one of my most cherished memories of this session.
I remember thinking: “Is SWC like this everyday?”
And looking back, it really was.
So, there are my memories. Coolgirl100- signing off.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
3.28.22 Daily
“Amy! Get over here!”
Amy, who was rapidly trying to finish her weekly as fast as possible, glanced up at the sound of her name.
“Yeah, what is it?” She asked.
“Just come over here!” The voice called.
Amy sighed, and quickly cleaned up her workspace. She was determined to finish her weekly, write a few poems, and start a fanfiction she had a brilliant idea for. But if someone was demanding to speak to her, she supposed she must go. But the moment she could, she would come right back to writing.
She grabbed her backpack, and picked up her pile of things and carefully put it inside. She then ran from the room and headed outside to the Thriller Cabin.
“Oh there you are.” Stingray said. “C'mon, we gotta get going to the Main Cabin and prepare for Cabin Wars.”
Amy nodded duly. She loved Cabin Wars, but having them meant that she would have to deal with annoying cabins like Poe-try hard and Misery. She didn't have the energy and the willpower to do so, but she must try anyway.
Stingray and Amy headed into the Main Cabin, which was packed with people. Over in the corner, people were siting at tables, desperately trying to finish the daily. Others were huddled in small groups, chatting away. But most of the cabin was filled with booths.
“Stay here, I have to get something.” Amy said, scanning the room for her booth. Stingray nodded, as Amy headed off. She quickly found her cooking booth, which was crowed with people.
“Hey Amy!” Someone called. It was Hydro, one of Amy's many friends. “You have anymore Roasted Birdi's?”
Amy smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I just have to get them…” She reached into her huge cooking pot and pulled out some Roasted Birdi's. “Eat it now, while it's fresh and hot.” She advised as she handed the food to Hydro.
“Thanks Amy!” She said before waving good bye. Amy smiled to herself as she opened her oven and took out the Crispy Aria Sandwiches. She quickly assembled a display for them. She took one sandwich for herself, and headed back towards Stingray.
“Yessss your back.” Stingray called out as Amy came back, chewing on her delicious sandwich. This time, Stingray wasn't alone. She was with a few other campers and leaders, like Eevee, Paige, Re, Kit, Luna, Clem, and a few others Amy didn't recognize.
“Why did you invite a bunch of people here without telling me?” Amy asked Stingray. Amy doesn't always love being surrounded by a bunch of people, especially when they expect her to talk to them.
“If your unconfortable, we'll leave~” A girl, who Amy thought might be Scarlett, started before Amy rapidly shook her head.
“No, no, it's fine.” She lied before sitting down.
“Soooo guys, it's almost time.” Luna said excitedly. "CABIN WARS!!“
Eevee and Re started laughing hard at that. ”And you know what?“ Kit said. ”Fan-Fi is going to crush the rest of you.“ She said with a grin.
Stingray polietly shook her head. ”I don't think so. Thriller is going to beat you all!“ She announced, and Amy nodded.
”And if we don't, then you can expect us to win SWC anyway.“ She said.
”But how would you pull that off?“ Lil asked.
Amy was about to answer when Vi, Birdi, and Butter came striding over to the group.
”Oh hello peps.“ Vi said with a sneer and glanced over at Amy. She immediately looked down, not wanting to be brave for once.
”We're just here to tell everyone that don't even think of waring Mystery unless you want us to show you what we're capable of.“ Butter announced, eyeing Amy.
”O-K…. thanks?“ Paige said, very confused.
The three leaders of the so-called Mystery cabin gave a light, airy, laugh. Eevee and Re exchanged looks.
Vi walked over towards Amy and starred at her hard.
”Just want to say thanks for the roasted ‘Misery’ ice cream.“ She said with a grin.
Amy didn't look up at her or say anything.
”Well, we have to get going.“ Birdi intervened. She was the nicer one of the toxic leaders of Mystery. ”We must go train our ninja's for tomorrow's war.“ She gestured to Vi and Butter to follow her, which they do.
Once the three of them have left, everyone turned to look at Amy. Clem tries to put her arm around Amy, but she jerks it away.
”Amy, are you alright?“ Luna gently asks.
Amy bit her lip and looked up at everyone. She wasn't crying, nor on the verge of it. Her face, however, was fairly red. She gave a slight nod and reached into her backpack.
”If their bothering you, you can say something.“ Clem said, and the rest of them nodded.
”Really guys, your worrying too much.“ Amy said as she pulled out her water bottle filled with Soki-Seltzer and took a big drink.
”Alright… but what are we going to do about Mystery?“ Stingray asked. Kit and Lil shrugged.
”Are they even allowed to do that?“ Paige asked. ”Threaten all the other cabins like that?“
Eevee shook her head. ”They shouldn't be. But really, what are we going to do?“
Everyone looked around, trying to think of a decent idea. All Amy wanted to do was continue writing her weekly.
”Wait, Amy? What did you do to tick dumb Misery off?“ Eevee asked.
Amy looked over at Eevee and sighed. ”It's a long story, you really don't want to know.“ She said, and Paige nodded. After all, she was there with Amy when it happened.
”But don't worry, I think I might have an idea.“ Amy said, with a slight grin.
Stingray and Paige eyed each other. ”And what do you have in mind?“ Paige asked.
Amy reached into her belt and pulled out a golden sword, which immediately started sparking with electricity.
The reactions differed in several ways. Paige smiled a bit at the cause of all the drama, Re and Kit jumped up with shock, and Eevee reached over to touch the sword.
”DON'T TOUCH!“ Amy screamed as Eevee jumped back in alarm.
”Wh-Why not?“ She asked innocently.
”You don't want to know.“ She said, and Eevee shrunk back in her seat.
”Why will a sword change what Misery plans on doing?“ Luna asked.
”…You'll understand soon enough.“ Amy replied while picking the sword up, it's golden steel glowing brightly. ”Anyway, I gotta go. There's still Crispy Aria Sandwiches to cook and weekly's to write.“
Everyone looked at each other and slowly nodded. They waved bye to Amy as she walked away.
”Well that was…“
”Strange."
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Word Count: 1,108
See Misery, I have a pog sword while yours are plastic. HAHAHHAHAHAHA >:D
“Amy! Get over here!”
Amy, who was rapidly trying to finish her weekly as fast as possible, glanced up at the sound of her name.
“Yeah, what is it?” She asked.
“Just come over here!” The voice called.
Amy sighed, and quickly cleaned up her workspace. She was determined to finish her weekly, write a few poems, and start a fanfiction she had a brilliant idea for. But if someone was demanding to speak to her, she supposed she must go. But the moment she could, she would come right back to writing.
She grabbed her backpack, and picked up her pile of things and carefully put it inside. She then ran from the room and headed outside to the Thriller Cabin.
“Oh there you are.” Stingray said. “C'mon, we gotta get going to the Main Cabin and prepare for Cabin Wars.”
Amy nodded duly. She loved Cabin Wars, but having them meant that she would have to deal with annoying cabins like Poe-try hard and Misery. She didn't have the energy and the willpower to do so, but she must try anyway.
Stingray and Amy headed into the Main Cabin, which was packed with people. Over in the corner, people were siting at tables, desperately trying to finish the daily. Others were huddled in small groups, chatting away. But most of the cabin was filled with booths.
“Stay here, I have to get something.” Amy said, scanning the room for her booth. Stingray nodded, as Amy headed off. She quickly found her cooking booth, which was crowed with people.
“Hey Amy!” Someone called. It was Hydro, one of Amy's many friends. “You have anymore Roasted Birdi's?”
Amy smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I just have to get them…” She reached into her huge cooking pot and pulled out some Roasted Birdi's. “Eat it now, while it's fresh and hot.” She advised as she handed the food to Hydro.
“Thanks Amy!” She said before waving good bye. Amy smiled to herself as she opened her oven and took out the Crispy Aria Sandwiches. She quickly assembled a display for them. She took one sandwich for herself, and headed back towards Stingray.
“Yessss your back.” Stingray called out as Amy came back, chewing on her delicious sandwich. This time, Stingray wasn't alone. She was with a few other campers and leaders, like Eevee, Paige, Re, Kit, Luna, Clem, and a few others Amy didn't recognize.
“Why did you invite a bunch of people here without telling me?” Amy asked Stingray. Amy doesn't always love being surrounded by a bunch of people, especially when they expect her to talk to them.
“If your unconfortable, we'll leave~” A girl, who Amy thought might be Scarlett, started before Amy rapidly shook her head.
“No, no, it's fine.” She lied before sitting down.
“Soooo guys, it's almost time.” Luna said excitedly. "CABIN WARS!!“
Eevee and Re started laughing hard at that. ”And you know what?“ Kit said. ”Fan-Fi is going to crush the rest of you.“ She said with a grin.
Stingray polietly shook her head. ”I don't think so. Thriller is going to beat you all!“ She announced, and Amy nodded.
”And if we don't, then you can expect us to win SWC anyway.“ She said.
”But how would you pull that off?“ Lil asked.
Amy was about to answer when Vi, Birdi, and Butter came striding over to the group.
”Oh hello peps.“ Vi said with a sneer and glanced over at Amy. She immediately looked down, not wanting to be brave for once.
”We're just here to tell everyone that don't even think of waring Mystery unless you want us to show you what we're capable of.“ Butter announced, eyeing Amy.
”O-K…. thanks?“ Paige said, very confused.
The three leaders of the so-called Mystery cabin gave a light, airy, laugh. Eevee and Re exchanged looks.
Vi walked over towards Amy and starred at her hard.
”Just want to say thanks for the roasted ‘Misery’ ice cream.“ She said with a grin.
Amy didn't look up at her or say anything.
”Well, we have to get going.“ Birdi intervened. She was the nicer one of the toxic leaders of Mystery. ”We must go train our ninja's for tomorrow's war.“ She gestured to Vi and Butter to follow her, which they do.
Once the three of them have left, everyone turned to look at Amy. Clem tries to put her arm around Amy, but she jerks it away.
”Amy, are you alright?“ Luna gently asks.
Amy bit her lip and looked up at everyone. She wasn't crying, nor on the verge of it. Her face, however, was fairly red. She gave a slight nod and reached into her backpack.
”If their bothering you, you can say something.“ Clem said, and the rest of them nodded.
”Really guys, your worrying too much.“ Amy said as she pulled out her water bottle filled with Soki-Seltzer and took a big drink.
”Alright… but what are we going to do about Mystery?“ Stingray asked. Kit and Lil shrugged.
”Are they even allowed to do that?“ Paige asked. ”Threaten all the other cabins like that?“
Eevee shook her head. ”They shouldn't be. But really, what are we going to do?“
Everyone looked around, trying to think of a decent idea. All Amy wanted to do was continue writing her weekly.
”Wait, Amy? What did you do to tick dumb Misery off?“ Eevee asked.
Amy looked over at Eevee and sighed. ”It's a long story, you really don't want to know.“ She said, and Paige nodded. After all, she was there with Amy when it happened.
”But don't worry, I think I might have an idea.“ Amy said, with a slight grin.
Stingray and Paige eyed each other. ”And what do you have in mind?“ Paige asked.
Amy reached into her belt and pulled out a golden sword, which immediately started sparking with electricity.
The reactions differed in several ways. Paige smiled a bit at the cause of all the drama, Re and Kit jumped up with shock, and Eevee reached over to touch the sword.
”DON'T TOUCH!“ Amy screamed as Eevee jumped back in alarm.
”Wh-Why not?“ She asked innocently.
”You don't want to know.“ She said, and Eevee shrunk back in her seat.
”Why will a sword change what Misery plans on doing?“ Luna asked.
”…You'll understand soon enough.“ Amy replied while picking the sword up, it's golden steel glowing brightly. ”Anyway, I gotta go. There's still Crispy Aria Sandwiches to cook and weekly's to write.“
Everyone looked at each other and slowly nodded. They waved bye to Amy as she walked away.
”Well that was…“
”Strange."
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Word Count: 1,108
See Misery, I have a pog sword while yours are plastic. HAHAHHAHAHAHA >:D
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Daily for Sci-Fi, 947 words
You find a small stick lying on the ground in a small pile of fallen leaves Carefully, you bend down to pick it up. As your hand touches the stick's surface, you realize… it feels strange. Papery. Thin. Seconds later it unravels in your palm and you're left with three tiny scrolls. Scrolls? Who in the world writes on scrolls anymore? Evidently someone. Quickly you rush home, careful to keep hold on the scrolls but not damage them. When you arrive you lay them out on the table. They begin to grow, and soon you can make out the words written on each one in messy but legible handwriting. You select one randomly and begin to read.
The Zai-Watch-Ragnarok Tale.
Starring: Zai, Luna, Jade, Vi, and me as ourselves.
This whole thing needs to have /lh written all over it
Every story has a beginning somewhere. Unfortunately sometimes it can be pretty hard to determine where exactly that said beginning is. I suppose this one really begins right alongside cabin planning. Not every story has an end though, and if this one does, none of those involved are anywhere close to finding it. It didn't take me long to discover that Zai not only had seen only a few scattered Marvel movies, but somehow he'd seen them without liking them. This was something that had to change. Luckily, I wasn't alone in this struggle. I had Luna, and later Jade, as my close ally in the fight. After a conversation where Luna made Zai guess what Marvel movie I'd recently rewatched (If anyone possibly reading this cares it was The First Avenger) he actually agreed to watch Ragnarok. And despite the fact that he kept pushing his Ragnarok timeframe further and further away (In most cases I'm all for delaying Ragnarok but this was not one of them) he finally did see the movie, and he at least partially enjoyed it. However, as Jade, Luna, and I soon discovered, he was only really in it for… drumroll please… the hot guys. A list on which he somehow insists on including Ikaris and Ant-Man. The conversation's topics and members kept growing and growing and still he was one of the few to hold such an opinion. We're still working to convince him of Marvel's other qualities, and if we succeed we'll move on to Vi.
That's where the scroll ends. You set it aside and move to pick up the next. Hmm, this one looks interesting.
The Heroes of Cabin Wars
Starring Aria, Pi, and other villains of Cabin Wars, * cough cough * as well as Waterfall, Nicole, Fin, and other members of the Sci-Fi Spacewreck
Again, take this whole thing, save the part at the end about true heroes, with a tone tag of /lh
The heroes of Cabin Wars are pretty much anyone who participates and prevents their cabin from losing points. However there are some people who don't act very heroic during Cabin Wars at all. There are some people who act entirely more villainous. Such as those who caused me to not sleep until five in the morning, sneaking past my parents with the risk of them banning me from using Scratch all the while, or those who cursed me to complete nearly a whole war on my own that literally went down to the last two minutes, or even those who caused me to write a stupid nursery rhyme in a stream of consciousness resembling attempt at verse. Maybe these were heroes in their cabins, but to me they were forces of destruction. And of course I can't end this story without giving a proper section of thanks to the true Cabin Wars heroes who helped me in saving our beloved Spacewreck from certain doom and utter destruction. Those who wrote thousands upon thousands of words, who stayed up through all hours with me in defence of our points, who managed wars through inactivity and pulled through, sometimes at the very end, leading our amazing cabin to a victory every single time. These heroes are Waterfall, Nicole, and Fin.
There's one more scroll. Something about this last story has an air of sadness to it, like the circumstances behind the tale aren't all fun and games anymore. But you decide it's worth reading anyway.
Why We Love Cami and Fenn
Starring, of course, Cami and Fenn
The world is full of amazing people. But somehow, it always seems like an incredible miracle when one of those amazing people chooses you as their friend. I'm lucky enough to have a whole host of absolutely phenomenal friends. I don't know what I possibly could have done to deserve them at all.
Sometimes though, the world's amazing people experience not-so-amazing things. That's what this story is about. Two amazing young people with strength to rival anyone's.
During this session of SWC, Cami faced a cyberbully who repeatedly called her a bad word in a successful attempt to escape the filterbot. She even had to move accounts because of it. But through it all she remained strong and has been a most incredible co-leader for the Mythology cabin.
During this session of SWC, Fenn, a co-leader from Thriller, was unexpectedly banned from using Scratch by his parents for a large portion of the month. Unfortunately in this situation they did have to leave SWC, but throughout the whole situation he stayed admirably strong.
Cami and Fenn, my amazing friends, you are both so remarkable and I'm sorry you had to experience those challenges.
As you finish reading the final scroll and set it down, all three ignite in a brief burst of flames and disappear, leaving nothing behind.
You find a small stick lying on the ground in a small pile of fallen leaves Carefully, you bend down to pick it up. As your hand touches the stick's surface, you realize… it feels strange. Papery. Thin. Seconds later it unravels in your palm and you're left with three tiny scrolls. Scrolls? Who in the world writes on scrolls anymore? Evidently someone. Quickly you rush home, careful to keep hold on the scrolls but not damage them. When you arrive you lay them out on the table. They begin to grow, and soon you can make out the words written on each one in messy but legible handwriting. You select one randomly and begin to read.
The Zai-Watch-Ragnarok Tale.
Starring: Zai, Luna, Jade, Vi, and me as ourselves.
This whole thing needs to have /lh written all over it
Every story has a beginning somewhere. Unfortunately sometimes it can be pretty hard to determine where exactly that said beginning is. I suppose this one really begins right alongside cabin planning. Not every story has an end though, and if this one does, none of those involved are anywhere close to finding it. It didn't take me long to discover that Zai not only had seen only a few scattered Marvel movies, but somehow he'd seen them without liking them. This was something that had to change. Luckily, I wasn't alone in this struggle. I had Luna, and later Jade, as my close ally in the fight. After a conversation where Luna made Zai guess what Marvel movie I'd recently rewatched (If anyone possibly reading this cares it was The First Avenger) he actually agreed to watch Ragnarok. And despite the fact that he kept pushing his Ragnarok timeframe further and further away (In most cases I'm all for delaying Ragnarok but this was not one of them) he finally did see the movie, and he at least partially enjoyed it. However, as Jade, Luna, and I soon discovered, he was only really in it for… drumroll please… the hot guys. A list on which he somehow insists on including Ikaris and Ant-Man. The conversation's topics and members kept growing and growing and still he was one of the few to hold such an opinion. We're still working to convince him of Marvel's other qualities, and if we succeed we'll move on to Vi.
That's where the scroll ends. You set it aside and move to pick up the next. Hmm, this one looks interesting.
The Heroes of Cabin Wars
Starring Aria, Pi, and other villains of Cabin Wars, * cough cough * as well as Waterfall, Nicole, Fin, and other members of the Sci-Fi Spacewreck
Again, take this whole thing, save the part at the end about true heroes, with a tone tag of /lh
The heroes of Cabin Wars are pretty much anyone who participates and prevents their cabin from losing points. However there are some people who don't act very heroic during Cabin Wars at all. There are some people who act entirely more villainous. Such as those who caused me to not sleep until five in the morning, sneaking past my parents with the risk of them banning me from using Scratch all the while, or those who cursed me to complete nearly a whole war on my own that literally went down to the last two minutes, or even those who caused me to write a stupid nursery rhyme in a stream of consciousness resembling attempt at verse. Maybe these were heroes in their cabins, but to me they were forces of destruction. And of course I can't end this story without giving a proper section of thanks to the true Cabin Wars heroes who helped me in saving our beloved Spacewreck from certain doom and utter destruction. Those who wrote thousands upon thousands of words, who stayed up through all hours with me in defence of our points, who managed wars through inactivity and pulled through, sometimes at the very end, leading our amazing cabin to a victory every single time. These heroes are Waterfall, Nicole, and Fin.
There's one more scroll. Something about this last story has an air of sadness to it, like the circumstances behind the tale aren't all fun and games anymore. But you decide it's worth reading anyway.
Why We Love Cami and Fenn
Starring, of course, Cami and Fenn
The world is full of amazing people. But somehow, it always seems like an incredible miracle when one of those amazing people chooses you as their friend. I'm lucky enough to have a whole host of absolutely phenomenal friends. I don't know what I possibly could have done to deserve them at all.
Sometimes though, the world's amazing people experience not-so-amazing things. That's what this story is about. Two amazing young people with strength to rival anyone's.
During this session of SWC, Cami faced a cyberbully who repeatedly called her a bad word in a successful attempt to escape the filterbot. She even had to move accounts because of it. But through it all she remained strong and has been a most incredible co-leader for the Mythology cabin.
During this session of SWC, Fenn, a co-leader from Thriller, was unexpectedly banned from using Scratch by his parents for a large portion of the month. Unfortunately in this situation they did have to leave SWC, but throughout the whole situation he stayed admirably strong.
Cami and Fenn, my amazing friends, you are both so remarkable and I'm sorry you had to experience those challenges.
As you finish reading the final scroll and set it down, all three ignite in a brief burst of flames and disappear, leaving nothing behind.
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- cheeseloverwv
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Scratcher
100+ posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
3/28/22 - Memories on a stick
Stingray sat at the desk in her treehouse. March was almost over. The month had defied the laws of physics, broken time, and ruined the sleep schedules of many. And soon, it would all be over. Stingray wished that the month could never end. But that would never happen. The best she could do was ensure that March of 2022 was never forgotten. She rooted around in the pile of stuff on her desk until she found what she was looking for: A long black stick with a microphone on the end. It was a voice recorder; one that she planned to fill with memories until its storage ran out. Clearing her throat, Stingray pressed “record” and began to speak.
Gosh, I have so many memories - The first one that comes to mind is the time I kidnapped Fenn and Fi (@suburban-darkness and @Firetender). This was waaaay back in January, when leaders and cos had been chosen and everyone was setting up their cabins. My application wasn’t chosen then, so I took it upon myself to cause as much chaos as was humanly possible. Two of my good friends (@Rey_venclaw and @Luna-Loveood-LOL) were leading cabins, so I went there first.
Luna was leading Fan-fi, and when I saw the name of the cabin I took the first opportunity I got. ‘Fan-fi’ sounds a lot like ‘Fenn’ and ‘Fi’… Why couldn’t I change the name of the cabin to Fenn-Fi?
So, that was exactly what I did. It took some work: First I had to kidnap Fenn and Fi. I did this by going to their profiles, shoving sacks over their heads, screaming ‘THIS IS A SURPRISE ADOPTION,’ and kidnapping them.
(Disclaimer - I didn’t /actually/ kidnap anyone, and they both told me that they were okay with it!)
So then I posted a project saying that I was holding Fenn and Fi for ransom and waited for Luna to get online. As soon as she saw the ransom notice, she paid in full.
Cabin destruction’s gonna be /fun/….
My second memory is the day I got asked to be a co. Fenn had recently gone on forced hiatus, and Thriller needed a new coleader. Reading back through the leader forums, I see that there was some debate about whether to choose me, but LJ and Paige ultimately decided I would be a good fit because of my activity level. (This was recently after cabin wars, where I had been very active.)
When Fenn had to leave, I wasn’t expecting to be chosen.
But I guess that sometimes, you just have to expect the unexpected.
That way, life will surprise you in the best way possible.
My final memory that I have chosen to share (there are so many!) is from just last week.
It was Thursday, March 24, and the writing competition deadline was quickly approaching. I was going back and forth over if I wanted to enter or not. I had a few stories in my head, but didn’t think any of them were good enough to share. Eventually, I figured that if I could win points for my cabin, it was worth a shot.
Of course, it was Thursday and I had to write the whole thing in one day.
My first entry, /crumbling sky/, I wrote in between classes. I’d been planning out the piece in my head for the entire month, so it wasn’t too hard. What took time was formatting it in Canva and posting it.
I didn’t think I would be able to enter a fanfic entry. But, my sister got sick and she couldn’t go to her violin lesson. Normally, my sister and I have back-to-back 45-minute lessons, but since she couldn’t come, I had a lot of extra time to write.
In an excellent display of how procrastination spurs creativity, I wrote a 2,000 word fanfiction in just over an hour. I was working on the Canva formatting (I really like the experience that reading in project form gives) when I realized that it would take far too much time and I would miss the deadline.
I compromised and entered my fanfic via the discussion forums. Someday, I hope to project-ify the entry, but that will have to wait until I finish procrastinating on the weekly.
Will I win? Probably not. Will I even place? Who knows! But did I have a good time writing? Absolutely.
The recorder started to beep at her. Stingray was out of room. Out of room on the recorder, and nearly out of time for the month. “Goodbye, SWC,” she whispered sadly. But then the room was filled with an air of hope as Stingray spoke again. “I’ll see you next session.
Word count: 786
New total: 27278
Stingray sat at the desk in her treehouse. March was almost over. The month had defied the laws of physics, broken time, and ruined the sleep schedules of many. And soon, it would all be over. Stingray wished that the month could never end. But that would never happen. The best she could do was ensure that March of 2022 was never forgotten. She rooted around in the pile of stuff on her desk until she found what she was looking for: A long black stick with a microphone on the end. It was a voice recorder; one that she planned to fill with memories until its storage ran out. Clearing her throat, Stingray pressed “record” and began to speak.
Gosh, I have so many memories - The first one that comes to mind is the time I kidnapped Fenn and Fi (@suburban-darkness and @Firetender). This was waaaay back in January, when leaders and cos had been chosen and everyone was setting up their cabins. My application wasn’t chosen then, so I took it upon myself to cause as much chaos as was humanly possible. Two of my good friends (@Rey_venclaw and @Luna-Loveood-LOL) were leading cabins, so I went there first.
Luna was leading Fan-fi, and when I saw the name of the cabin I took the first opportunity I got. ‘Fan-fi’ sounds a lot like ‘Fenn’ and ‘Fi’… Why couldn’t I change the name of the cabin to Fenn-Fi?
So, that was exactly what I did. It took some work: First I had to kidnap Fenn and Fi. I did this by going to their profiles, shoving sacks over their heads, screaming ‘THIS IS A SURPRISE ADOPTION,’ and kidnapping them.
(Disclaimer - I didn’t /actually/ kidnap anyone, and they both told me that they were okay with it!)
So then I posted a project saying that I was holding Fenn and Fi for ransom and waited for Luna to get online. As soon as she saw the ransom notice, she paid in full.
Cabin destruction’s gonna be /fun/….
My second memory is the day I got asked to be a co. Fenn had recently gone on forced hiatus, and Thriller needed a new coleader. Reading back through the leader forums, I see that there was some debate about whether to choose me, but LJ and Paige ultimately decided I would be a good fit because of my activity level. (This was recently after cabin wars, where I had been very active.)
When Fenn had to leave, I wasn’t expecting to be chosen.
But I guess that sometimes, you just have to expect the unexpected.
That way, life will surprise you in the best way possible.
My final memory that I have chosen to share (there are so many!) is from just last week.
It was Thursday, March 24, and the writing competition deadline was quickly approaching. I was going back and forth over if I wanted to enter or not. I had a few stories in my head, but didn’t think any of them were good enough to share. Eventually, I figured that if I could win points for my cabin, it was worth a shot.
Of course, it was Thursday and I had to write the whole thing in one day.
My first entry, /crumbling sky/, I wrote in between classes. I’d been planning out the piece in my head for the entire month, so it wasn’t too hard. What took time was formatting it in Canva and posting it.
I didn’t think I would be able to enter a fanfic entry. But, my sister got sick and she couldn’t go to her violin lesson. Normally, my sister and I have back-to-back 45-minute lessons, but since she couldn’t come, I had a lot of extra time to write.
In an excellent display of how procrastination spurs creativity, I wrote a 2,000 word fanfiction in just over an hour. I was working on the Canva formatting (I really like the experience that reading in project form gives) when I realized that it would take far too much time and I would miss the deadline.
I compromised and entered my fanfic via the discussion forums. Someday, I hope to project-ify the entry, but that will have to wait until I finish procrastinating on the weekly.
Will I win? Probably not. Will I even place? Who knows! But did I have a good time writing? Absolutely.
The recorder started to beep at her. Stingray was out of room. Out of room on the recorder, and nearly out of time for the month. “Goodbye, SWC,” she whispered sadly. But then the room was filled with an air of hope as Stingray spoke again. “I’ll see you next session.
Word count: 786
New total: 27278
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Weekly #4
2804 words total
2804 words total
Character #1 300 words
Vikki is a forty-two-year-old woman. She is very caring and cares for everyone in her surroundings, from her family members to small animals. Vikki is an ambivert; she is a little bit energized by large crowds of people and gets a little bit of energy from being by herself. However, she prefers being around small groups of people which is her comfort zone. Speaking of comfort zones, Vikki hates going outside of her comfort zone. Doing things she’s never done before terrifies her. The only reason Vikki would willingly go outside of her comfort zone would be to help or save someone from something very serious. She is quite selfless and always puts others before herself. Though this is a good trait for others around her, Vikki often lets herself go and doesn’t care about herself since she's too busy caring for other people. She rarely has any time to do fun things since she’s always so busy taking care of other people and doing other things. Vikki is always prepared. She doesn't go anywhere without her purse, which carries a million first aid kits. Vikki trusts pretty easily, too. She always sees the good in people, no matter how many bad things they’ve done in their lifetimes. Though sometimes trusting people can hurt her more than it can harm her. This includes her forgiving, putting her trust into, or helping the wrong people over and over again. Even though Vikki knows about this ongoing issue, she does not want to change it because she doesn’t want to be mean or disrespectful. On that note, she hates people who are mean or disrespectful to her or anybody else. She’ll still care about the bully but will try her absolute hardest to stop them from hurting whoever it is they’re hurting.
Character #2 305 words
Cameron is a nine-year-old boy. Cameron is Vikki’s nephew and is with her for the summer. He’s an extrovert and gets his energy by being around lots of people. He doesn’t like being alone and sees it as boring. Cameron is very energetic and is like a bouncing ball of energy that never stops. The boy is also very spontaneous, doing random things whenever he feels like it. This could include jumping in a pool, going for a run, or even giving something to a stranger. Despite this, Cameron gives up on things quite easily. If he’s trying to do something and can’t find a way to do it, he’ll just give up and go find something else to do. He doesn’t like tasks that he is assigned to do and usually ends up not doing anything to finish the task if he doesn’t want to. Because of this, Cameron isn’t very reliable. If someone’s asking him to play a game or to do something fun, of course, he’ll do it. But if someone’s asking him to do math homework, he’ll end up doing a question or so and get bored, not finishing it. However, he’s quite a fearless child. He loves doing risky and spontaneous things. Cameron isn’t scared of the things his peers- or even adults- are terrified of. These reckless acts can get him very hurt and he has gotten hurt by them before, but he keeps doing them for the thrill and adventure. Cameron craves attention, and always craves to be in the limelight. When he’s with others, he’d do the craziest things to get all the attention focused on him. He doesn’t like people who steal the spotlight from him, though. Anybody who gets more attention than him is automatically put on his bad side out of jealousy and spite.
Setting 151 words
The setting is at a huge, beautiful lake found deep in the forest. It’s a big tourist attraction, with multiple cabins within walking distance to the lake. There is a small, floating island-looking thing in the middle of the lake, not too far from the shore. Anyone could easily swim there. The small is a coral atoll, so it looks a bit like a ring of land. It’s quite flat, with a few trees here and there. Even though so many people go to visit, the water remains crystal clear. Wildlife including deer, rabbits, and squirrels surround the lake, and fish fill it. In the forest on the perimeter of the lake, there are huge trees of different types. The children love running around in the forest and climbing the trees up to the bird nests. The story takes place in the summer, which is the best time to go swimming.
Free-write 495 words
Vikki was in the small kitchen of the cabin they were renting for the summer. Luckily, there was a small stove and fridge crammed into the little space. Vikki carefully lays bacon on the frying pan, while flipping over a pancake at the same time. She was making her nephew, Cameron’s, favorite breakfast. Speaking of Cameron, the nine-year-old boy had just woken up. The smell of crispy bacon and perfectly cooked pancakes filled his nostrils. Even though it was still morning, he could feel the sunlight burning through his window. Cameron bolted out of bed and made his way to the kitchen as fast as he could.
“Good morning Aunty Vikki!” he said, taking a seat at the small table nearby.
“Good morning Cameron. You woke up just in time!” Vikki served her nephew a plate full of bacon and another stacked with pancakes. She sat down across the table from Cameron and took a small pancake and a small piece of bacon while Cameron took the rest. Vikki smiled as she watched him devour the food she made. It wasn’t long before all the food was gone.
“Can we go swimming now?” Cameron asked Vikki as he put his dishes in the sink.
“You have to get dressed in your swimming clothes first,” she responded.
“Fine!”
Cameron went to go change into his swimsuit and Vikki went to go change into hers.
“Cameron, can you go get the sunscreen from my room?” asked Vikki.
Cameron went to go look for it in his Aunty’s room, but couldn’t find it. He looked in the drawers, closet, behind the bed, but he still couldn’t find it.
“I can’t find it!” he hollered and sat down on the bed. He was getting bored of searching and figured that his Aunty Vikki would be able to find it.
He was right because Vikki came into the room and found it on the nightstand, in plain sight. She wanted to make a comment about how he should look with his eyes and not his mouth, or how he gave up too easily. However, she knew that Cameron was already eager to go swimming and she didn’t want to ruin the day and get him in a worse mood.
In a few moments, Cameron and Vikki were out the door and ready to go swimming in the lake. There was a paved trail that led the way from where the cabins were to where the lake was, and luckily it was only a minute’s walk away.
Yesterday night Vikki and Cameron arrived at their cabin, so they didn’t have any time to go swimming. Today is the first day that they got to go swimming and see the beautiful lake that everyone was talking about.
Cameron ran all the way there, while Vikki speed-walked to keep up with the energetic boy.
“Woah. This is a beautiful view,” Vikki said when the trees cleared up and the beautiful lake presented itself.
Final Story 1553 words
Tasks from the Game:
- Include a very long to-do list
- Spontaneous snowball fight!
- Something sneaks behind your character
- Have your character spend a rainy day inside
- Include a very spoiled pet
- Write your protagonist in their comfort place when they’re stressed
“Aunty Vikki, I have a whole to-do list of things I want to do while we’re here!” says Cameron
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
Cameron looks at the beautiful lake then back at his aunty. “First to swim to the island, then to explore the island. Also, go running around the forest, play hide-and-seek, make new friends…
“Wow! That’s a long list,” replies Vikki. “Why don’t you help me set up our stuff then we can go do all those things! Vikki didn’t say it, but she didn’t want to do all of those things. All she wanted to do was relax in the water, sleep in the cabin, and repeat. Swimming all the way to the small island in the middle of the lake, playing hide and seek, and doing all the things on Cameron’s to-do list seemed like too much to her. However, she wanted to be a good Aunty and didn’t protest his list.
Vikki and Cameron settled down all of their things under the shade of a tree and began walking towards the water.
“Hey, Aunty Vikki!” Cameron exclaimed. “Sandball fight!” There wasn’t much sand around and since there were mostly just rocks, Cameron still managed to find a small spot of sand. He reached down and molded it into a ball, and threw it at Vikki.
Fortunately for her, Vikki was able to dodge the ball of sand that was being thrown at her, but there was also no sand around her so it was a pretty unfair game.
“That’s not fair!” Vikki said playfully while looking around to find a patch of sand through the rocks.
By now, she was being ambushed by her Nephew as he continued to throw sandballs at her. Although Vikki dodged the first one, she certainly could not dodge the second one- or the third one- or the fourth one… Eventually, Vikki’s back was covered in sand, but that didn’t stop Cameron from being too. She found a spot of sand, shaped some into a small ball, and threw it at Cameron gently. She tried her best not to throw it hard, since she didn’t want to hurt him or get sand in his eyes. After a while of this spontaneous but fun sandball fight, both Cameron and Vikki were covered in sand. They were laughing and having fun, enjoying having a break from the real world and all the bad things. They were living in the moment- having fun. Vikki was glad to let loose and finally do something exciting with her nephew, and Cameron was glad that his aunty was having fun with him.
“We should probably go jump in the water!” Vikki said while laughing. “We look like sand monsters!”
“Rawr! I’m a big sandy sand monster!” Cameron replied back in a deep voice.
Vikki laughed and they both walked into the crystal clear lake. The water was very cold, but also refreshing. Who knew throwing sand at people was such a workout? Cameron lied on his back, and Vikki copied him. They were having so much fun relaxing in the water, and wouldn’t change it for the world. She closed her eyes, wishing it would stay like this forever…
Vikki felt some ripples coming from the water behind her and immediately stood up straight. Her first priority was going to be to check what was behind her, but that changed when she realized Cameron wasn’t in the water in front of her, where he was a moment ago. She tensed up and looked around. She totally forgot that something was behind her until she felt two hands on her shoulders.
“Aghhh!” Vikki screamed. She was already afraid that she didn’t know where Cameron was, and that scare terrified her even more. Vikki was more scared than angry- she didn’t know who was behind her. She turned around slowly, to see a child with short, jet black hair. She let out an audible sigh of relief as she realized the boy was Cameron.
“Aunty! You screamed before I even got to say ‘boo’!” he said playfully.
Vikki chuckled a bit. It was a bit funny to her that she didn’t put two and two together. If she felt something behind her, and her playful nephew wasn’t in front of her, the scare must’ve been from Cameron. It was so clear to her now, but a few moments ago she felt like she was about to be kidnapped!
“Don’t scare me like that again Cameron! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
“You get scared sooo easily! I just touched you and you screamed like it was the end of the world!”
After a few hours, most people that were lounging in the pristine waters began running away. It was raining. If you were already swimming, it wouldn’t be a big deal if it was raining, right? Wrong. It was a huge deal.
“Cameron, do you want to go back to the cabin and have lunch? It’s starting to rain,” Vikki asked her nephew.
“Yeah,” he responded.
They got out of the water and grabbed their towels, and beach bag that was laid out in the shade, and began walking back to their cabin.
“Look at that cute dog!” Cameron exclaimed.
There was a small corgi in a stroller, with its owners who were feeding it treats. There were two owners near the stroller, one was a man who looked to be a little older than Vikki, and one was a younger boy who looked to be around the same age as Cameron. The dog was wearing a yellow rain jacket, with yellow rain boots, and it looked so adorable. Cameron ran over to the dog and it’s owners.
“Your dog is so adorable!” Cameron complimented.
“Thank you! Her name is Ellie!” the owner told him.
“Can I pet her?”
“Go ahead! She doesn’t bite.”
Vikki eventually caught up with Cameron and saw him petting this adorable corgi. She had to admit, the dog was super cute, but that didn’t dismiss the fact that they were standing in the pouring rain in their swimsuits.
“Aunty Vikki, isn’t Ellie so cute?” Cameron asked.
“She is,” Vikki responded.
Vikki looked at Ellie’s owners, who didn’t seem to mind that her nephew was all in their business and petting the dog in the pouring rain. At least the dog seemed to be protected from the rain.
“Are you staying in a cabin, too?” Vikki asked Ellie’s owners, while Cameron continued to coo over the corgi.
“Yes, we are. Right over there,” the man pointed to a cabin right next to Vikki and Cameron’s.
“Really? I guess you’re our neighbors then!”
“Cool! I’m Felix, by the way, and this is my son Ace,” Felix introduced him and his son.
“Nice to meet you, Felix. I’m Vikki with my nephew Cameron.”
“Hey Ace, you’re it!” Cameron said while tapping Ace on the shoulder and running away. Ace ran after him, tagging him not long after that. Vikki was a little surprised at how fast Ace could run compared to Cameron.
The boys looked like they were having lots of fun, and the adults were chatting away in a little conversation, too.
“Well, Cameron and I were just about to have lunch,” mentioned Vikki. “Do you and Ace want to come over, too? I was planning on making quesadillas. Oh, and Ellie can come inside too.”
Felix looked at the boys, who were busy running around, and called Ace to come near him. “Do you want to go over to Cameron and Vikki’s cabin for lunch? They’re having quesadillas, your favorite!”
“Yeah!” Ace exclaimed.
The four people walked over to the cabin together, talking and smiling.
Vikki told Cameron to set the table while she began cooking. Cooking was something she loved to do and the kitchen was like her comfort place. When she’s stressed out or had a very long day, she would bake a cake or prepare the most delicious spaghetti. She never met a single soul that didn’t like her cooking. She was sharing food with others, being kind, which was something else she loved to do. It was only the first full day at the lake and she had already invited people over for lunch. Cameron seemed to be having tons of fun as well. If it weren’t for him running over to Ellie, none of this wouldn’t have happened. He and Ace got along very well, too.
“Lunch is ready!” Vikki announced while setting plates down for everybody to eat.
“Thank you!” everyone responded at the same time.
Vikki was always told that a quiet table meant there was a good chef, and there was indeed a quiet table. Nobody was talking, and everyone was enjoying their food. Until Vikki broke the silence.
“How does everyone like the food?”
Again, everyone responded in unison. “It’s delicious!”
Vikki smiled, glad that everyone enjoyed her cooking, even if it was something as simple as a quesadilla.
After lunch, it was still raining, and nobody wanted to go outside. So, they had to improvise. Vikki prepared the popcorn, Felix brought his projector, and Ace and Cameron picked out the movie to watch. They lay on the carpeted floor with pillows under their heads and watched a movie while eating the most delicious popcorn ever.