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- honeybreeze
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Hello and welcome to the official SWC writing thread! This thread is for any SWCers to share writing so we don't all have to make our own writing threads. Additionally, the second post of this thread will be a sort of “masterpost” of rules and info about SWC for campers, if you ever need to refer to it <3
Please read through the first post of this thread whether or not you have read it before - our rules for writing sharing have changed! Yes, it's long, but all of this information is important for you to know, because we share the forums with the rest of Scratch! If you have any questions afterwards, please ask me or another host on our profiles - that way it's easier for you to get a response without clogging up this thread <3
What you can put here:
Any writing you do during SWC (whether daily, weekly, word war, writing competition entry or just your own writing) can go in this thread! You can either make a new post per piece of writing, or make one post and edit your new writing into it - either is fine!
Please try not to have conversations or chat here - you can post writing, give critique and discuss others' writing but if off topic conversations happen here, it's likely the topic will be deleted or closed by the Scratch Team. So try to avoid having off topic conversations here. <3
Remember to check any writing you post to make sure it does not contain any personal details or private information. If it does, you can either edit out/change the details or not post the writing! Stay safe online ^^.
Ways to use this forum:
There are two main ways to use this forum - but other ways are okay too!
Making one post and editing your new writing into it. If you use this method, please edit new writing into the top of your post, so it's easier for leaders to find!
Making a new post for every writing piece (you could also include an optional “table of contents” post which contains a list of writing pieces and links to them!)
Reporting posts
Please don't hesitate to report other posts if you feel you need to! Valid reasons to report posts include:
- The post shares private information
- The post contains rude/offensive language
- The post makes you uncomfortable
- The post is spam or off topic
- The post does not belong in this topic
- The post otherwise breaks Scratch's guidelines or makes you uncomfortable
When you click report, you will be provided with a comment box to explain why you reported the post - and please do so! It helps the forum moderators understand what you want them to do.
On the Scratch forums, there are lots of reasons you can report things other than that they're inappropriate. Reporting is not trying to get the user in trouble, picking on the user, or going behind their back - it's simply helping to keep the forums organised, tidy and scratch safe. You won't get in trouble for reporting a post that doesn't need reporting, as there are no rules as to what does and doesn't need reporting. So it's fine to report posts that don't belong in this thread, are off topic, or are spam as well as inappropriate posts.
Discussing people's writing
It's completely okay to respond to and comment on people's writing here. However:
People won't necessarily see your responses to their writing, because they don't get a notification when you quote their writing. Instead, you can comment on their profile, either commenting on their writing there or saying something like “hey! I responded to your writing piece here: <link>”
It's also fine to give critique to others' writing here, but make sure to give the person the link to your critique!
Also, please keep in mind that not everyone here will want critique on their writing! Make sure to ask permission before giving anyone critique.
To get the link to a post, right click the top left corner of the post, where it says the date and time it was posted. Then click “copy link address”, and paste the link wherever you need it:
Personal writing threads
This session, we will be allowing personal writing threads! However, please only make one forum topic for just your writing - put it in the "Things I'm Making and Creating" forum, and use that topic for the whole of this SWC session. This means not creating a new topic for, say, your writing competition entry, and certainly not creating a new topic for each writing piece, as this is a nightmare for forum moderators and other people using the forums.
It is still highly recommended that you use the megathread in order to be considerate to other forumers! Having a lot of different writing topics makes it harder to find other topics, so please consider carefully whether you'd be willing to use the megathread before creating a personal topic
Other Ways to Share Writing
Not everyone wants to share their writing in the forums, and that's fine - here are some other places it's okay to share your writing!
You could create a new scratch project (perhaps on an alternate account if you don't want to share writing on your main account!) and share your writing as an in-project comment, in the description and notes and credits, or pasted into a costume using the text tool.
You can take a photo or screenshot of your writing and either put it inside a scratch project or upload it to cubeupload, then share that link. You will need an account to use cubeupload, but it's a safe way to share images and the Scratch team allows it.
Please note that you can no longer use blankslate to share your writing. If you don't know what it is, it's a writing sharing program that we used to use frequently in SWC but is no longer allowed because of the potential to share private information as it is not moderated.
Do not attempt to bypass Scratch's filter in order to share writing on sites that are not allowed. Not only are these sites banned for a reason, but you will get caught if you attempt to share links to them on Scratch. Proof shared via other sites will not count. Cubeupload is the exception to this rule, as it is also used to share images on the forums
Thanks everyone, and happy writing!
Many thanks to Kat for writing the megathread post last session, most of which I just copy-pasted!
Last edited by honeybreeze (June 25, 2022 20:50:39)
- honeybreeze
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
SWC Rules & Guidelines (camper guide)
If you believe any of these rules shouldn’t apply / should apply differently for a specific case (e.g. adding a daily when this guide says not to), take it to the hosts! We’re happy to deal with edge cases and/or disputes on an individual basis. Questions about these should be taken to your leader or a host's profile, not asked here
Rules with a ⚡️ next to them are new this session! Please pay extra close attention to them. There's also a TLDR at the end.
Adding words
You can add words whenever you write literarily* using your cabin’s word counting method - this will most likely mean commenting the number of words you wrote in your cabin’s word counting location (this will likely be a studio but could also be a forum, profile or project!) as well as a summary/brief description of what you are adding.
E.g. “+503 words for part of an essay”. Your leaders will add these words to your total.
We keep track of words during SWC as they make up part of a cabin’s total points at the end of the session as well as acting as a motivation factor for campers.
*See a list of things that count below:
What counts
- Roleplay - however, roleplay comments that follow the format of “‘<dialogue>’, <name> <‘said’/synonyms>” (and other similar things) do not count if you are roleplaying as yourself. As a guideline, you should be in character somewhat rather than just speaking as yourself (although an exaggerated character that represents you is fine), and around ⅓ or so of the words should be outside of dialogue (description of actions etc) (it’s okay to eyeball this). Basically, make sure to include other stuff than just communicating with quote marks around your comments, and you should be fine!
- Fictional writing
- Non-fictional writing
- Literary journal entries
- Writing in another language - if you’re unsure on how many words to add because the language counts writing in a different way (e.g. character counts in Chinese), Google Translate it to English and use that word count. We hope that this will be close to the number of words it would be in spoken language, but if you have a different suggestion, please let us know!
- Schoolwork - essays, assignments that include literary/analytical writing (such as worksheets requiring analysis of parts of a novel) but not note taking or non-literary writing such as writing out math problems
- Giving critique (but only the words you wrote! If you gave 1000 words of critique but 300 of those were quotes of the original writing, add 700 words)
- Stream of consciousness writing
- Vents/rambles
- Formal emails that are longer than a paragraph
- Explanatory SWC dailies that are longer than a paragraph
- Words from comics
What doesn’t count
- Notetaking
- Texting, commenting, etc.
- Copying another person’s writing
- Translating
- Writing thing out from memory / copying things out (e.g. copying out a textbook, lyric spam)
- Code - even if using a text based programming language!
Needing proof
- If your leader thinks that the amount you’re writing is unrealistic, they may ask for proof or choose not to add it.
- You must outline what you were writing when you add words. Your leaders will not be allowed to add the words otherwise! (a sufficient outline could look like: “365 words were from an english worksheet, 1946 were from working on my novel, 568 from the daily, 2868 from working on an essay the past week”)
- If you are uncomfortable sharing proof for writing, that’s okay! Exceptions to giving proof (even for large blocks of writing) can be provided on an individual basis and you will have better luck getting one if you cooperate and are willing to give partial proof and detailed explanations/descriptions on what you’ve written. Other solutions to this can include giving a leader/host proof in a discreet location (on scratch of course - this could be editing an old forum post or putting it in a comment inside an old project).
Reserves
- Reserves are any words collected and added in large blocks after they are written. Their purpose is to make it easier to add words in blocks (e.g. saving handwritten writing until the end of camp to count up or adding roleplays in chunks).
- You may not have more than 10,000 words of reserves. If you do, only 10,000 will count, so keep your leaders up to date with your word count!
- If you didn’t have access to Scratch for some time and so couldn’t add words, your words don’t count as reserves - so you aren’t affected by the 10,000 word limit and can add as many words as you wrote! (Provided you are willing to provide proof, of course! Please also let a host know
) - ⚡️You can only add up to 10,000 words at a time regardless of when they were written, whether or not you give proof or a description of your writing, because it’s an unfair strategy to bank up large amounts of words.
- ⚡️ All words become reserves after SWC is over in all timezones.
- Reserves are still subject to proof rules!
Dailies
- Dailies must be submitted before they end in UTC, even if the daily hasn’t changed in the main cabin description yet.
- Campers and leaders are expected to give all required proof for weeklies and dailies, and it must be submitted on time to earn points.
- Proof must be provided on Scratch, and all writing must be Scratch appropriate if you need to provide proof for it.
- Photos of writing count as proof.
- If you have a question about a daily, ask in the main cabin! Hosts and/or leaders will make a judgment on this - if you’re a camper, please refrain from answering any questions that are subject to interpretation (clarifying rules and such is fine!), leave it to the leaders and hosts please <3
- Extensions for dailies are unavailable as there really isn’t any point in granting them given the low point value and short timeframe of dailies.
Weeklies
- Weeklies must be submitted before they end in UTC, even if the weekly hasn’t changed in the main cabin description yet.
- Campers and leaders are expected to give all required proof for weeklies and dailies, and it must be submitted on time to earn points.
- If you are uncomfortable sharing proof for a weekly, you should contact the hosts or your leader as early as possible. Exceptions to giving proof can be provided on an individual basis and you will have better luck getting one if you let us know early (as opposed to simply refusing to give proof when trying to add your weekly). Other solutions to this can include giving a leader/host proof in a discreet location (on scratch of course - this could be editing an old forum post or putting it in a comment inside an old project).
- Proof must be provided on Scratch. We don’t provide exceptions to giving proof for having writing unsafe for scratch.
- Photos of writing count as proof, as do screenshots!
- If you have queries about a weekly, try to wait until a host or member of the daily team can clarify.
- Extensions for weeklies can be granted on an individual basis. You should let the hosts know as early as possible and you can discuss it with us from there.
Writing competition
- Writing competition entries must be submitted on Scratch - which means they must be safe for Scratch.
- More information about writing competition extensions will be provided at the writing competition’s release but as a guide, you should contact a judge before the writing competition closes asking for an extension, giving a reason and the length of the extension you’d like. The judges will decide from there.
- Collaborative entries are allowed. They can only be worked on by two people and if the writers are in different cabins, any points you earn will be split between your cabins.
- Despite the fact that you can add words written in comics, you cannot submit a comic as a writing competition entry due to the use of images over words to present important events. You can, however, submit a comic script!
Word wars
- Proof of winning a word war isn’t necessary - it’s an honor system.
- Proof of words for a word war isn’t required but it’s encouraged. This is up to the two campers warring - usually they agree whether or not to provide proof after. However, you can ask for proof if their opponent’s word count is extremely inconsistent with their WPM, and if they refuse, feel free to contact one of the hosts!
- Word wars must be added the day that they’re won. Exceptions can be made if your opponent replies late.
- In a war between a person who has already won that day and someone who hasn’t, the person who hasn’t can still earn points if they win.
- You can only win one word war a day (the day resets at midnight UTC). You do not have to wait 24 hours between wars provided they occur on different calendar days UTC.
- A person can keep warring that day if they lose a war.
- A person who’s won a war can continue warring that day for words but they won’t be able to add points again until the next calendar day UTC.
Arguments and drama
- If any links to leader discussions are leaked, please ignore the comments. If it can be classified as spam, you can report the comments, but please don’t mass report with multiple accounts as that can lead to alerts from the ST.
- If you get into a fight with anyone, it’s best to stop responding so it doesn’t escalate. You can ask your leader or a host for help. Of course, report any offensive material you see as part of such an argument (e.g. projects calling people to report a specific user or people speaking badly about others).
- Please take care to not take cabin rivalries too far! Using this tone indicators guide can be helpful in ensuring that no one’s feelings get hurt. If you do feel that someone has gone beyond friendly jokes, you can remind them that it’s just for fun, report the comments, or ask a leader/host for help, depending on what you feel fits the situation!
TLDR
- Only literary words may be added - see the first section above for a full description of this!
- Leaders may ask for proof of writing if they believe the amount you're adding is unrealistic.
- You must give an explanation of what you were writing when you add words. Leaders will not add words without this.
- You may not add more than 10,000 words at once.
- Dailies and weeklies must be commented in the Main Cabin before they end, even if the description has not yet been updated.
- Proof for dailies and weeklies must be shown on Scratch. There will not be exceptions to this rule for having inappropriate writing.
- Proof of winning a word war isn't necessary - they're run on an honor system.
- Please do not escalate arguments! Simply stop responding and report any offensive comments.
- Make sure not to take cabin rivalries too far!
Thanks for reading all of this! Again, if you have any questions or believe there should be an exception, please comment on a host's profile, not in this forum
Last edited by honeybreeze (June 16, 2022 02:11:47)
- PaigeTurnerE
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Scratcher
500+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Writing contest entry
I should’ve left a note.
As I stare at my bedroom ceiling that is the only thought circling my mind. I should’ve left a note. I had the time, the counsellors said I could take as much time as I needed. I had the pen and paper in my bag. A simple, hey I am getting sent home because of heat illnesses enjoy the rest of camp would’ve done the job. The girls are most likely getting ready for bed right now. KC must be wondering why I am not there (we shared a room). I don’t know what Harley and Nevaeh know but they probably have noticed my absence. The other four girls in our family group may have been told too, I hope not since I am hoping to come back tomorrow.
Just a few mere hours ago I was at camp having the time of my life. Aside from the blaring heat wave sweeping across the midwest, hampering all outdoor activities. I don’t do well in heat, I get dizzy even if I am drinking a couple gallons of water a day. I wasn’t the only one who was like this, it got so out of hand to the point that there was a sickbay. We were in un-air-conditioned dorms. The basement was the only place where it wasn’t boiling hot.
On Tuesday, I remember placing my water bottle under my bed. KC turned off the lights. I murmured prayer under my breath, I closed my eyes but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. My mouth was a mini desert. I reached down for my water bottle but before I could even grab hold of my saving grace, a pang of dizziness took over me.
“KC! I- I’m dizzy, and my mouth is dry!” The head counsellors told us to wake up our roommate if we started to feel woozy. Nevaeh had already gone down to the ‘sickbay’ since her eyes looked bloodshot - when I say that, I mean like pinkeye bloodshot - and I had a feeling she needed help.
“You are?!” KC shot up out of bed. “C’mon, let’s go get someone.”
I quickly grabbed my wash cloth and dumped water on it. KC helped me walk out of the room while I was shaking with every step.
“Are you guys alright?” Thankfully there was a counsellor outside our door.
“She’s feeling a bit dizzy,” KC spoke for me, probably aware that I was afraid that sand would cascade out of my mouth if I were to say something.
“Let’s get you downstairs.” The counsellor ushered me to the elevator…the sketchy elevator that could only be used for moving in and out. “We are allowed to use this for emergencies.”
“O-ok.” I took a long sip from my water bottle, I snatched it before KC and I left.
I gripped onto the elevator railing like a child clinging to their mother’s hand. The elevator started to rumble. I felt it start to inch down to the basement level.
“I don’t feel terrible, I know that you guys want us downstairs even at the slightest sign of heat sickness,” I said.
“I guess you were really paying attention.” The counsellor laughed.
“I try.”
The elevator thudded to a stop. The doors opened and a wave of cold air hit me.
“Wow, it’s way cooler down here,” I remarked.
“That it is.”
The basement looked like it hadn’t been remodelled since this structure was built. Cobwebs lined every corner. The floors were dirty and faded. Although upstairs was nicer, the temperature down here would make any camper want to move dorms.
The counsellor led me to a glass door. I shivered as she opened it. It was even colder than it was outside this room!
After a few hours of hanging out in that freezing room, I went upstairs to my room. Thoughts raced through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was a disaster. During my last class (Survival Skills), we left one of our classmates's behind by accident. Yeesh. I went back into the room before dinner but I managed to go eat. After dinner, we had to move from the un-air-conditioned dorms to the air-conditioned dorms, imagine carrying a 20-pound bag a few hundred feet, up and down stairs, during a record-breaking heat wave. Not fun. I was put back down into the room since I was feeling exasperated and dizzy (yet again). After a few long hours of being there, I got the news. I was being sent home since my faint, barely noticeable dizziness wouldn’t completely stop. The world seemed to turn upside down. I first thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself. The head counsellors tell me to get my stuff. My vision blurred. Tears stained my face as two counsellors and I hiked up to my new dorm. Footsteps sounded like raindrops. I hadn’t unpacked from earlier yet so my stuff was there and ready for me. Thank goodness.
“You can take as much time as you need,” one of the counsellors said to me in a sympathetic tone. Her eyes were giving me pity. For once in my life, pity was something I wanted.
“I- I th-th-think I- a-am r-ready,” I stuttered through my tears.
“Ok, do you want us to carry anything?” The other asks.
“I-I’m g-g-good.”
We trudged down the stairs in a solemn quiet. Outside, my mom was pulled up in my dad’s leased Mercedes. I loaded my bags into the trunk without speaking a word. I overheard Mother talking to the camp director, begging her to let me come back to my classes tomorrow since we lived so close.
The drive home was silent. I said a few words about my classes and my family group but that was it. My sisters were already asleep by the time we got home, I went upstairs to do the same. Brushing my teeth seemed like an unbearable task. So was dressing. One thing was not though, I unearthed my Bible from the mound of * on my nightstand. I flipped to the glossary.
“Disappointment…Disappointment…There is no section for disappointment?” I sighed deeply. I scanned the rest of the glossary for other sections that may help me. Nothing. Has God left me? Weeds of doubt popped up in my garden of faith. God would never leave me! I reassure myself.
I folded my hands and bowed my head. There is nothing spiritual about this praying stance, it is just to avoid distractions. “Dear God, it’s me down here…You know, I am not doing so well right now. Can you please make me able to go back for my classes, maybe even stay the last night? I know that wasn’t discussed but you never know what is possible with you. Please…Please…Please just help me. In Jesus’s name we pray, amen…”
That brings us here. Staring at the ceiling, feeling depressed. Wishing I had done something different that may have been able to change my fate.
It’s not over yet. I remind myself to have faith. God loves you and he won’t leave you. I drift off to sleep with that assurance in my head.
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Sqeeeeak! My creaky door opens.
“Good morning, Edena.” Mom comes into my room. “Good news, they’re letting you do your classes.”
“What?! Really?!” My face lights up.
“Yes, yes. Get dressed, we’ve got to leave soon. Do you want a breakfast shake?” Mom asks.
“Yep, thanks!” Once Mother leaves, I close my door and get dressed. Ah, the joy of getting to choose from your closet, not a suitcase. As my arm goes through the last sleeve, I rush downstairs.
“Morning!” I say to my older sister, Caroline. She must’ve been told since the look on her face is not one of surprise.
“Hi, Edena. I’ve been up since 5:30.” Caroline sits at the counter, looking at her phone.
“I know. You always say that.” I slurp down my breakfast shake.
“Yep! Have you heard Hinge Point’s new song?” Hinge Point is our Christian favourite band, maybe our favourite band in general.
“Not yet, I will when I get back.”
“It’s amazing.” Caroline does a small dance.
“Edena, it’s time to go!” Mom calls.
“Alright!” I snatch my shoulder bag off the counter and rapidly fill up a water bottle. “Coming!” I run out to the garage, open the car door, and strap myself in the front passenger seat.
My mom starts her Honda minivan. About halfway there, I bring up the topic of us moving dorms to my mom.
“We move to air-conditioned dorms,” I say simply.
“You what? My gosh, that makes me so annoyed. They didn’t tell me anything of those sorts. You feel fine now, right?” Mom takes a left turn.
“Yeah. I feel normal.”
“I could ask if you can stay the last night.”
My eyes become illuminated. “Really?!” Thank you, Jesus.
“Yes.”
“Ahh thank you so much!” If I only have one word to describe how I feel right now, it would be elated. I am so caught up in my joy that I don’t realize it when we make it to camp.
“Alright, so where is the main office,” Mom ponders.
“We went there yesterday for Survival Skills. I can show you. Side note, stay on the path or the Sniper Squirrels will get you.” Yes, I know, I know, Sniper Squirrels sound like something from a fantasy novel but for real, there are squirrels here that will throw acorns on you if you get too close.
Mom lets me lead her to the office. Once inside, we meet with the camp director. The same person who sent me home less than 12 hours ago.
The two adults discuss the matter of me staying the last night. I awkwardly take a seat and wait until the clock strikes 7:50. I am glad to leave that stifling office. My social anxiety has been flaring up lately.
As I walk to my first class - A Beginners Guide to D&D - I wonder why I have been so anxious. Then I realize, that the amount of people who hate Christians - or at least have something against them - is primarily causing it. That thought - and the one that I may not get to stay for the night which is also skit night - drags me through each class. D&D, Create Your Own RPG, lunch, Theatre Acting, and Survival Skills. In Survival Skills, we learn the art of arsoning, or making fire in other words. For that, we have to be outside. I completely forget about how much is at stake. Will God answer my prayer? I try my best not to dwell on that thought as we make our way back into the classroom.
“Edena, what is this?” One of the girls from my family group - Alena - holds up a sticky note. Edena is going to stay the last night. Have her do any activity except for swimming or Mafia. No way!
“So…You know how I kinda left yesterday…Well, I get to stay tonight!” Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou AHHH!!!!
“Yay! Now Nevaeh doesn’t have to be the goat in our skit. She was going to make the goat British.” Alena gives me a big hug.
I laugh. “She what? I’ve gotta see this.”
Dear God, I am sorry for doubting you. Thanks for letting me stay the night. You are faithful, I never should’ve forgotten that. Please keep reminding me that you can use bad events for the greater good. Again, thank you, thank you so much. In Jesus’s name we pray, amen.
I pull out one of my pens and write a note - the note I should’ve written to my family group - on my hand. Never lose faith.
Never lose faith.
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Dailies
July 1┊About me.┊Gee runs into the main cabin with flour stained all over her shirt. “Greetings everyone! I am Gee but you can also call me Bookstore or Paige if you are close. I am 12 years of age. I am a rising 8th grader, meaning that I will be in 8th grade next year. I am a daughter of Christ, meaning I believe in Christianity. In my free time I usually am reading, writing, running, or playing my instruments. I am an activist for viola rights (how dare the violins always get the melody >:c) and cello rights. I am a theatre kid and orch dork. My favourite Broadway/West End musicals are Hamilton, SiX, Dear Evan Hansen, Mean Girls, Heathers, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cinderella, Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812, West Side Story, and most recently, Wicked!” Gee grins. “Anyways, besides musical fandoms, I am also in many other fandoms. The Glass Scientists, The Selection, The Hunger Games, and Encanto to name a few. I am a big fan of the Lumineers, Of Monsters and Men, Leanna Crawford, and Hinge Point (my fellow Christians please give that band some love). I have not really written much this year, I have been really worrying about the novel I am writing.”
July 2┊'Will Gee's secret get found out?' ‘Not likely’ or something like that.┊I walk down the main path. Sigh. I wish I could tell them but I know I shouldn’t, if they find out, it could be dangerous. ‘Them’ is my fellow Real-Fi-ers, what I want to tell them is that I am a supernatural being. I wander into the woods. Chirp chirp! I take in all the smells and sounds of the great outdoors. The Main Cabin is on the opposite side of the island that Real-Fi is on. I try not to draw attention to myself as I enter Fairy Tales’ territory. Un-Flairy Quail is Real-Fi’s number one enemy. I watch the campers in front of me. They all carry baskets of biscuits. I know exactly where they are going. My cabin. I scale a nearby tree. Memories flood my mind as I start swinging from branch to branch like Tarzan. I shake the nostalgic feelings from my body. I love the thrill of being in midair, the free feeling of falling. Calluses form on my hands from hanging onto some branches for too long. As the foliage starts to thin, I slide down a tree like a fire pole. I proceed by dead out sprinting to the Restaurant only to be met with a face I do not want to see.
“H-how did you get here? How did you universe hop?” I ask Wilburn.
Wilburn straightens his glasses. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“Did my sister send you?!” I try to stand to my full height but even then, I am a midget compared to the 6’ 3” Wilburn.
“She didn’t…I just, well, came.” Wilburn sounds so snazzy when he acts like the villain. I mean, all British villains sound snazzy, right?
“Why?”
“I am sure all your friends would love to know who you really are. Paige - not Gee - a time traveller with a past riddled with crime and betrayal.”
“I am Gee, not Paige.” My right eye starts to sting, goop the colour of my skin tone bleeds down my cheek. I am a monster. Eye contacts fly out of my right eye.
“I knew you were in there.” Wilburn smirks.
“Go.”
“What?”
“Go back home. You don’t belong here.” Hatred pulses through my veins. Tears sting my eyes. I don’t wait to hear Wilburn’s response, I just run. I run and run. I run to the abandoned sector…to the remains of Horror March 2021. To my surprise, I find someone else there, Eevee.
“You don’t want them to find out, do you.” Eevee knows my secrets, sometimes it feels like she is the only one I can trust.
“Yeah…” I sit down on a burnt stump. “Someone from my time tried to get the better of me a moment ago. He showed up out of the blue and left out of the blue.”
“Paige, you are strong. You can beat any jerk.” Eevee picks up a small slip of paper. “You know what this is?” She asks.
“Uh the piece of paper that started our rebellion against the hosts?”
“Yes but it’s also the paper that started our friendship.” Eevee gives me a smile.
“I guess it was.” My frown starts to fade away. ┊532 words
July 20┊Writing for critiques┊I should’ve left a note.
As I stare at my bedroom ceiling that is the only thought circling my mind. I should’ve left a note. I had the time, the counsellors said I could take as much time as I needed. I had the pen and paper in my bag. A simple, ‘hey I am getting sent home because of heat illnesses enjoy the rest of camp’ would’ve done the job. The girls are most likely getting ready for bed right now. KC must be wondering why I am not there (we shared a room). I don’t know what Harley and Nevaeh know but they probably have noticed my absence. The other four girls in our family group may have been told too, I hope not since I am hoping to come back tomorrow.
Alright, I’m gonna back-pedal a bit since I am guessing I make no sense. Just a few mere hours ago I was at camp having the time of my life. Aside from the blaring heat wave sweeping across the midwest, hampering all outdoor activities. I don’t do well in heat, I get dizzy even if I am drinking a couple gallons of water a day. I wasn’t the only one who was like this, it got so out of hand to the point that there was a sickbay. We were in un-air conditioned dorms. The basement was the only place where it wasn’t boiling hot.
On Wednesday, I remember placing my water bottle under my bed. KC turned off the lights. I closed my eyes but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. My mouth was a mini desert. I reached down for my water bottle but before I could even grip my saving grace, a pang of dizziness took over me.
“KC! I- I’m dizzy, and my mouth is dry!” The head counsellors told us to wake up our roommate if we started to feel woozy. Nevaeh had already gone down to the ‘sickbay’ since her eyes looked bloodshot–when I say that, I mean like pinkeye bloodshot–and I had a feeling she needed help.
“You are?!” KC shot up out of bed. “C’mon, let’s go get someone.”
I quickly grabbed my wash cloth and dumped water on it. KC helped me walk out of the room while I was shaking with every step.
“Are you guys alright?” Thankfully there was a counsellor outside our door.
“She’s feeling a bit dizzy.” KC spoke for me, probably aware that I was afraid that sand would cascade out of my mouth if I were to say something.
“Let’s get you downstairs.” The counsellor ushered me to the elevator…the sketchy elevator that could only be used for moving in and out. “We are allowed to use this for emergencies.”
“O-ok.” I took a long sip from my water bottle, I snatched it before KC and I left.
I gripped onto the elevator railing like a child clinging on to their mother’s hand. The elevator started to rumble. I felt it start to inch down to the basement level.
“I don’t feel terrible, I know that you guys want us downstairs even at the slightest sign of heat sickness,” I said.
“I guess you were really paying attention.” The counsellor laughed.
“I try.”
The elevator thudded to a stop. The doors opened and a wave of cold air hit me.
“Wow, it’s way cooler down here,” I remarked.
“That it is.”
The basement looked like it hadn’t been remodelled since this structure was built. Cobwebs lined every corner. The floors were dirty and faded. Although upstairs was nicer, I would’ve taken down there just because of the temperature.
The counsellor led me to a glass door. I shivered as she opened it. It was even colder than it was outside this room!
After a few hours of hanging out in that freezing room, I went upstairs to my room. Thoughts raced through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was a disaster. During my last class (Survival Skills), we left one of our classmates behind on accident. Yeesh. I went back into the room before dinner but I managed to go eat. After dinner, we had to move from the un-air conditioned dorms to the air conditioned dorms, imagine carrying a 20 pound bag a few hundred feet, up and down stairs, during a record-breaking heat wave. Not fun. I was put back down into the room since I was feeling exasperated and dizzy (yet again). After a few long hours of being there, I got the news. I was being sent home since my faint, barely noticeable dizziness wouldn’t completely stop. The world seemed to turn upside down. I first thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself.┊791 words
I should’ve left a note.
As I stare at my bedroom ceiling that is the only thought circling my mind. I should’ve left a note. I had the time, the counsellors said I could take as much time as I needed. I had the pen and paper in my bag. A simple, hey I am getting sent home because of heat illnesses enjoy the rest of camp would’ve done the job. The girls are most likely getting ready for bed right now. KC must be wondering why I am not there (we shared a room). I don’t know what Harley and Nevaeh know but they probably have noticed my absence. The other four girls in our family group may have been told too, I hope not since I am hoping to come back tomorrow.
Just a few mere hours ago I was at camp having the time of my life. Aside from the blaring heat wave sweeping across the midwest, hampering all outdoor activities. I don’t do well in heat, I get dizzy even if I am drinking a couple gallons of water a day. I wasn’t the only one who was like this, it got so out of hand to the point that there was a sickbay. We were in un-air-conditioned dorms. The basement was the only place where it wasn’t boiling hot.
On Tuesday, I remember placing my water bottle under my bed. KC turned off the lights. I murmured prayer under my breath, I closed my eyes but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. My mouth was a mini desert. I reached down for my water bottle but before I could even grab hold of my saving grace, a pang of dizziness took over me.
“KC! I- I’m dizzy, and my mouth is dry!” The head counsellors told us to wake up our roommate if we started to feel woozy. Nevaeh had already gone down to the ‘sickbay’ since her eyes looked bloodshot - when I say that, I mean like pinkeye bloodshot - and I had a feeling she needed help.
“You are?!” KC shot up out of bed. “C’mon, let’s go get someone.”
I quickly grabbed my wash cloth and dumped water on it. KC helped me walk out of the room while I was shaking with every step.
“Are you guys alright?” Thankfully there was a counsellor outside our door.
“She’s feeling a bit dizzy,” KC spoke for me, probably aware that I was afraid that sand would cascade out of my mouth if I were to say something.
“Let’s get you downstairs.” The counsellor ushered me to the elevator…the sketchy elevator that could only be used for moving in and out. “We are allowed to use this for emergencies.”
“O-ok.” I took a long sip from my water bottle, I snatched it before KC and I left.
I gripped onto the elevator railing like a child clinging to their mother’s hand. The elevator started to rumble. I felt it start to inch down to the basement level.
“I don’t feel terrible, I know that you guys want us downstairs even at the slightest sign of heat sickness,” I said.
“I guess you were really paying attention.” The counsellor laughed.
“I try.”
The elevator thudded to a stop. The doors opened and a wave of cold air hit me.
“Wow, it’s way cooler down here,” I remarked.
“That it is.”
The basement looked like it hadn’t been remodelled since this structure was built. Cobwebs lined every corner. The floors were dirty and faded. Although upstairs was nicer, the temperature down here would make any camper want to move dorms.
The counsellor led me to a glass door. I shivered as she opened it. It was even colder than it was outside this room!
After a few hours of hanging out in that freezing room, I went upstairs to my room. Thoughts raced through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was a disaster. During my last class (Survival Skills), we left one of our classmates's behind by accident. Yeesh. I went back into the room before dinner but I managed to go eat. After dinner, we had to move from the un-air-conditioned dorms to the air-conditioned dorms, imagine carrying a 20-pound bag a few hundred feet, up and down stairs, during a record-breaking heat wave. Not fun. I was put back down into the room since I was feeling exasperated and dizzy (yet again). After a few long hours of being there, I got the news. I was being sent home since my faint, barely noticeable dizziness wouldn’t completely stop. The world seemed to turn upside down. I first thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself. The head counsellors tell me to get my stuff. My vision blurred. Tears stained my face as two counsellors and I hiked up to my new dorm. Footsteps sounded like raindrops. I hadn’t unpacked from earlier yet so my stuff was there and ready for me. Thank goodness.
“You can take as much time as you need,” one of the counsellors said to me in a sympathetic tone. Her eyes were giving me pity. For once in my life, pity was something I wanted.
“I- I th-th-think I- a-am r-ready,” I stuttered through my tears.
“Ok, do you want us to carry anything?” The other asks.
“I-I’m g-g-good.”
We trudged down the stairs in a solemn quiet. Outside, my mom was pulled up in my dad’s leased Mercedes. I loaded my bags into the trunk without speaking a word. I overheard Mother talking to the camp director, begging her to let me come back to my classes tomorrow since we lived so close.
The drive home was silent. I said a few words about my classes and my family group but that was it. My sisters were already asleep by the time we got home, I went upstairs to do the same. Brushing my teeth seemed like an unbearable task. So was dressing. One thing was not though, I unearthed my Bible from the mound of * on my nightstand. I flipped to the glossary.
“Disappointment…Disappointment…There is no section for disappointment?” I sighed deeply. I scanned the rest of the glossary for other sections that may help me. Nothing. Has God left me? Weeds of doubt popped up in my garden of faith. God would never leave me! I reassure myself.
I folded my hands and bowed my head. There is nothing spiritual about this praying stance, it is just to avoid distractions. “Dear God, it’s me down here…You know, I am not doing so well right now. Can you please make me able to go back for my classes, maybe even stay the last night? I know that wasn’t discussed but you never know what is possible with you. Please…Please…Please just help me. In Jesus’s name we pray, amen…”
That brings us here. Staring at the ceiling, feeling depressed. Wishing I had done something different that may have been able to change my fate.
It’s not over yet. I remind myself to have faith. God loves you and he won’t leave you. I drift off to sleep with that assurance in my head.
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Sqeeeeak! My creaky door opens.
“Good morning, Edena.” Mom comes into my room. “Good news, they’re letting you do your classes.”
“What?! Really?!” My face lights up.
“Yes, yes. Get dressed, we’ve got to leave soon. Do you want a breakfast shake?” Mom asks.
“Yep, thanks!” Once Mother leaves, I close my door and get dressed. Ah, the joy of getting to choose from your closet, not a suitcase. As my arm goes through the last sleeve, I rush downstairs.
“Morning!” I say to my older sister, Caroline. She must’ve been told since the look on her face is not one of surprise.
“Hi, Edena. I’ve been up since 5:30.” Caroline sits at the counter, looking at her phone.
“I know. You always say that.” I slurp down my breakfast shake.
“Yep! Have you heard Hinge Point’s new song?” Hinge Point is our Christian favourite band, maybe our favourite band in general.
“Not yet, I will when I get back.”
“It’s amazing.” Caroline does a small dance.
“Edena, it’s time to go!” Mom calls.
“Alright!” I snatch my shoulder bag off the counter and rapidly fill up a water bottle. “Coming!” I run out to the garage, open the car door, and strap myself in the front passenger seat.
My mom starts her Honda minivan. About halfway there, I bring up the topic of us moving dorms to my mom.
“We move to air-conditioned dorms,” I say simply.
“You what? My gosh, that makes me so annoyed. They didn’t tell me anything of those sorts. You feel fine now, right?” Mom takes a left turn.
“Yeah. I feel normal.”
“I could ask if you can stay the last night.”
My eyes become illuminated. “Really?!” Thank you, Jesus.
“Yes.”
“Ahh thank you so much!” If I only have one word to describe how I feel right now, it would be elated. I am so caught up in my joy that I don’t realize it when we make it to camp.
“Alright, so where is the main office,” Mom ponders.
“We went there yesterday for Survival Skills. I can show you. Side note, stay on the path or the Sniper Squirrels will get you.” Yes, I know, I know, Sniper Squirrels sound like something from a fantasy novel but for real, there are squirrels here that will throw acorns on you if you get too close.
Mom lets me lead her to the office. Once inside, we meet with the camp director. The same person who sent me home less than 12 hours ago.
The two adults discuss the matter of me staying the last night. I awkwardly take a seat and wait until the clock strikes 7:50. I am glad to leave that stifling office. My social anxiety has been flaring up lately.
As I walk to my first class - A Beginners Guide to D&D - I wonder why I have been so anxious. Then I realize, that the amount of people who hate Christians - or at least have something against them - is primarily causing it. That thought - and the one that I may not get to stay for the night which is also skit night - drags me through each class. D&D, Create Your Own RPG, lunch, Theatre Acting, and Survival Skills. In Survival Skills, we learn the art of arsoning, or making fire in other words. For that, we have to be outside. I completely forget about how much is at stake. Will God answer my prayer? I try my best not to dwell on that thought as we make our way back into the classroom.
“Edena, what is this?” One of the girls from my family group - Alena - holds up a sticky note. Edena is going to stay the last night. Have her do any activity except for swimming or Mafia. No way!
“So…You know how I kinda left yesterday…Well, I get to stay tonight!” Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou AHHH!!!!
“Yay! Now Nevaeh doesn’t have to be the goat in our skit. She was going to make the goat British.” Alena gives me a big hug.
I laugh. “She what? I’ve gotta see this.”
Dear God, I am sorry for doubting you. Thanks for letting me stay the night. You are faithful, I never should’ve forgotten that. Please keep reminding me that you can use bad events for the greater good. Again, thank you, thank you so much. In Jesus’s name we pray, amen.
I pull out one of my pens and write a note - the note I should’ve written to my family group - on my hand. Never lose faith.
Never lose faith.
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July 1┊About me.┊Gee runs into the main cabin with flour stained all over her shirt. “Greetings everyone! I am Gee but you can also call me Bookstore or Paige if you are close. I am 12 years of age. I am a rising 8th grader, meaning that I will be in 8th grade next year. I am a daughter of Christ, meaning I believe in Christianity. In my free time I usually am reading, writing, running, or playing my instruments. I am an activist for viola rights (how dare the violins always get the melody >:c) and cello rights. I am a theatre kid and orch dork. My favourite Broadway/West End musicals are Hamilton, SiX, Dear Evan Hansen, Mean Girls, Heathers, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cinderella, Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812, West Side Story, and most recently, Wicked!” Gee grins. “Anyways, besides musical fandoms, I am also in many other fandoms. The Glass Scientists, The Selection, The Hunger Games, and Encanto to name a few. I am a big fan of the Lumineers, Of Monsters and Men, Leanna Crawford, and Hinge Point (my fellow Christians please give that band some love). I have not really written much this year, I have been really worrying about the novel I am writing.”
July 2┊'Will Gee's secret get found out?' ‘Not likely’ or something like that.┊I walk down the main path. Sigh. I wish I could tell them but I know I shouldn’t, if they find out, it could be dangerous. ‘Them’ is my fellow Real-Fi-ers, what I want to tell them is that I am a supernatural being. I wander into the woods. Chirp chirp! I take in all the smells and sounds of the great outdoors. The Main Cabin is on the opposite side of the island that Real-Fi is on. I try not to draw attention to myself as I enter Fairy Tales’ territory. Un-Flairy Quail is Real-Fi’s number one enemy. I watch the campers in front of me. They all carry baskets of biscuits. I know exactly where they are going. My cabin. I scale a nearby tree. Memories flood my mind as I start swinging from branch to branch like Tarzan. I shake the nostalgic feelings from my body. I love the thrill of being in midair, the free feeling of falling. Calluses form on my hands from hanging onto some branches for too long. As the foliage starts to thin, I slide down a tree like a fire pole. I proceed by dead out sprinting to the Restaurant only to be met with a face I do not want to see.
“H-how did you get here? How did you universe hop?” I ask Wilburn.
Wilburn straightens his glasses. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“Did my sister send you?!” I try to stand to my full height but even then, I am a midget compared to the 6’ 3” Wilburn.
“She didn’t…I just, well, came.” Wilburn sounds so snazzy when he acts like the villain. I mean, all British villains sound snazzy, right?
“Why?”
“I am sure all your friends would love to know who you really are. Paige - not Gee - a time traveller with a past riddled with crime and betrayal.”
“I am Gee, not Paige.” My right eye starts to sting, goop the colour of my skin tone bleeds down my cheek. I am a monster. Eye contacts fly out of my right eye.
“I knew you were in there.” Wilburn smirks.
“Go.”
“What?”
“Go back home. You don’t belong here.” Hatred pulses through my veins. Tears sting my eyes. I don’t wait to hear Wilburn’s response, I just run. I run and run. I run to the abandoned sector…to the remains of Horror March 2021. To my surprise, I find someone else there, Eevee.
“You don’t want them to find out, do you.” Eevee knows my secrets, sometimes it feels like she is the only one I can trust.
“Yeah…” I sit down on a burnt stump. “Someone from my time tried to get the better of me a moment ago. He showed up out of the blue and left out of the blue.”
“Paige, you are strong. You can beat any jerk.” Eevee picks up a small slip of paper. “You know what this is?” She asks.
“Uh the piece of paper that started our rebellion against the hosts?”
“Yes but it’s also the paper that started our friendship.” Eevee gives me a smile.
“I guess it was.” My frown starts to fade away. ┊532 words
July 20┊Writing for critiques┊I should’ve left a note.
As I stare at my bedroom ceiling that is the only thought circling my mind. I should’ve left a note. I had the time, the counsellors said I could take as much time as I needed. I had the pen and paper in my bag. A simple, ‘hey I am getting sent home because of heat illnesses enjoy the rest of camp’ would’ve done the job. The girls are most likely getting ready for bed right now. KC must be wondering why I am not there (we shared a room). I don’t know what Harley and Nevaeh know but they probably have noticed my absence. The other four girls in our family group may have been told too, I hope not since I am hoping to come back tomorrow.
Alright, I’m gonna back-pedal a bit since I am guessing I make no sense. Just a few mere hours ago I was at camp having the time of my life. Aside from the blaring heat wave sweeping across the midwest, hampering all outdoor activities. I don’t do well in heat, I get dizzy even if I am drinking a couple gallons of water a day. I wasn’t the only one who was like this, it got so out of hand to the point that there was a sickbay. We were in un-air conditioned dorms. The basement was the only place where it wasn’t boiling hot.
On Wednesday, I remember placing my water bottle under my bed. KC turned off the lights. I closed my eyes but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. My mouth was a mini desert. I reached down for my water bottle but before I could even grip my saving grace, a pang of dizziness took over me.
“KC! I- I’m dizzy, and my mouth is dry!” The head counsellors told us to wake up our roommate if we started to feel woozy. Nevaeh had already gone down to the ‘sickbay’ since her eyes looked bloodshot–when I say that, I mean like pinkeye bloodshot–and I had a feeling she needed help.
“You are?!” KC shot up out of bed. “C’mon, let’s go get someone.”
I quickly grabbed my wash cloth and dumped water on it. KC helped me walk out of the room while I was shaking with every step.
“Are you guys alright?” Thankfully there was a counsellor outside our door.
“She’s feeling a bit dizzy.” KC spoke for me, probably aware that I was afraid that sand would cascade out of my mouth if I were to say something.
“Let’s get you downstairs.” The counsellor ushered me to the elevator…the sketchy elevator that could only be used for moving in and out. “We are allowed to use this for emergencies.”
“O-ok.” I took a long sip from my water bottle, I snatched it before KC and I left.
I gripped onto the elevator railing like a child clinging on to their mother’s hand. The elevator started to rumble. I felt it start to inch down to the basement level.
“I don’t feel terrible, I know that you guys want us downstairs even at the slightest sign of heat sickness,” I said.
“I guess you were really paying attention.” The counsellor laughed.
“I try.”
The elevator thudded to a stop. The doors opened and a wave of cold air hit me.
“Wow, it’s way cooler down here,” I remarked.
“That it is.”
The basement looked like it hadn’t been remodelled since this structure was built. Cobwebs lined every corner. The floors were dirty and faded. Although upstairs was nicer, I would’ve taken down there just because of the temperature.
The counsellor led me to a glass door. I shivered as she opened it. It was even colder than it was outside this room!
After a few hours of hanging out in that freezing room, I went upstairs to my room. Thoughts raced through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was a disaster. During my last class (Survival Skills), we left one of our classmates behind on accident. Yeesh. I went back into the room before dinner but I managed to go eat. After dinner, we had to move from the un-air conditioned dorms to the air conditioned dorms, imagine carrying a 20 pound bag a few hundred feet, up and down stairs, during a record-breaking heat wave. Not fun. I was put back down into the room since I was feeling exasperated and dizzy (yet again). After a few long hours of being there, I got the news. I was being sent home since my faint, barely noticeable dizziness wouldn’t completely stop. The world seemed to turn upside down. I first thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself.┊791 words
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You nod, gently prying your gaze away from the windows to face the person sitting at the desk. Wari smiles and tilts her head slightly in greeting. “Thank you for coming. The drawers against that wall should contain the documents you need.”
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↬ July 18 // @starthorn // Fairy Tales // lost // SOC // 5 minutes // 334 words // 66.8 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 19 // @23braveheart // Real-fi // won // SOC // 3 minutes // 212 words // 70.1 wpm // 100 points //
↬ July 20 // @23braveheart // Real-fi // lost // SOC // 4 minutes // 297 words // 74.3 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 21 // @ayid_7345 // Myth // won // SOC // 3 minutes // 229 words // 76.3 wpm // 100 points //
↬ July 22 // @23braveheart // Real-fi // won // SOC // 3 minutes // 198 words // 66 wpm // 100 points //
↬ July 23 // @cb2jkl // Myth // lost // SOC // 3 minutes // 202 words // 67 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 23 // @equestrian5810 // Thriller // won // SOC // 5 minutes // 364 words // 72.8 wpm // 100 points //
↬ July 23 // @piper_camps // Script // lost // SOC // 6 minutes // 423 words // 70.5 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 25 // @sandy-dunes // Fairy Tales // won // SOC // 5 minutes // 326 words // 65.2 wpm // 100 points //
↬ July 26 // @TWILIGHT_A // Fantasy // won // SOC // 5 minutes // 375 words // 75 wpm // 100 points //
↬ July 27 // @YorkiesAreAmazing123 // Fairy Tales // lost // SOC // 5 minutes // 356 words // 71.2 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 27 // @RLove10 // Myth // lost // SOC // 5 minutes // 378 words // 75.6 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 27 // @ka26dhan // Poetry // n/a // SOC // 3 minutes // 227 words // 75.7 wpm // 0 points //
↬ July 27 // @puffyfish // Myth // won // SOC // 5 minutes // 380 words // 76 wpm // 200 points //
↬ July 30 // @seventene // Sci-fi // lost // SOC // 5 minutes // 376 words // 75.2 wpm // 0 points //
Writing Competition Entries
↬ Original Entry // Heart of Flames // 1995 words // ? points //
Cabin Wars
↬ Thriller War // 500 words of Verse // 508 words // 150 points //
Activities outside SWC
↬ Art Commentary // Drawing a Dragon // 492 words //
⇢ July 1st // Finished Lineart // 114 words //
⇢ July 2nd // Base Coloring // 178 words //
⇢ July 3rd // Detailed Coloring // 200 words //
↬ Tutorial for Dailies and Weeklies // The Procrastinator's Guide //
⇢ 1 // Title Post // 187 words //
⇢ 2 // July 2nd Daily // 261 words //
⇢ 3 // First Weekly intro // 507 words //
⇢ 4 // First Weekly Part 1 // 1201 words //
⇢ 5 // July 3rd Daily // 269 words //
⇢ 6 // First Weekly Part 2 // 719 words //
⇢ 7 // July 4th Daily // 302 words //
⇢ 8 // First Weekly Part 3 // 267 words //
⇢ 9 // July 5th Daily // 155 words //
⇢ 10 // First Weekly Part 4 // 232 words //
⇢ 11 // July 6th Daily // 122 words //
⇢ 12 // July 8th Daily // 566 words //
⇢ 13 // July 11th Daily // 598 words //
52,910 out of 55,000 words
Other Sessions
↬ Fanfiction Forest March 2022
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- Willow_wonderful
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Scratcher
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
THIRD CLAIM
Rea's Table of Contents
══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════ ≪ °❈° ≫
Dailies:
July 1st, 64 words
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Weeklies:
Weekly no 1:
Word wars:
Date
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Writing competition:
>>✧
Poem collection:
>>✧
Rea's Table of Contents
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Dailies:
July 1st, 64 words
▪︎~Intro~…July 2nd
◇~Carmen Sandiego fanfic…~July4th
▪︎Ambiguity vs Vagueness…July 6th
▪︎~▪︎~Horoscope daily…~~July 16th
▪︎An epoch in Sammy;'s life…July 18th
▪︎~▪︎~Rapunzel joins SWC…~July 19th
▪︎~▪︎~i spy with m little eye… YOU…~.
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Weeklies:
Weekly no 1:
☆~Fanfiction collection…~Weekly no 2:
▪︎Rea's Realm, the newspaper…Weekly no 3:
☆~Fantasy~weekly no 4:
SuSWC.
Word wars:
Date
♧~Title/link/user warred/total words~Date
▪︎~166 words…~.
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Writing competition:
>>✧
▪︎~Title/link~✧
Poem collection:
>>✧
▪︎~Random poem no 1…~✧
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- mossflower29
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
FOURTH! And claiming for my contents!
when green flag clicked
wait until <[Date] = [July 1st]>
forever
set [Myth's Placing] to [First]
say [Myth FTW!!!] for (∞) secs
end
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- hamilchaos
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
☰ Cami's Mountain Tour ◭▪ Hey there! Welcome to my writing masterpost for this session of SWC :] #poetryftw!
▪ I'd appreciate if you didn't give feedback (I'm not entirely comfortable with it), but feel free to read anything on this list ^^
◭ Table of contents ☰☰ Dailies ◭
▪ Daily #1 ▫ 1000 words
▪ Daily #2 ▫ 492 words
▪ Daily #4 ▫ 523 words
▪ Daily #8 ▫ 406 words
◭ Weeklies ☰
▪ Weekly #1 ▫ 0000 words
▪ Weekly #2 ▫ 0000 words
▪ Weekly #3 ▫ 0000 words
☰ Word Wars ◭
▪ Word War #1 ▫ 110 words
▪ Word War #2 ▫ 158 words
▪ Word War #3 ▫ 118 words
◭ Cabin Wars ☰
▪ Cabin War #1 ▫ 0000 words
▪ Cabin War #2 ▫ 0000 words
▪ Cabin War #3 ▫ 0000 words
☰ Writing Competition ◭
▪ Main Entry ▫ 1313 words
▪ Fanfiction Entry ▫ 0000 words
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- Spire-
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100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
masterlist - pointsSparrow's Bonfire
▬▬▬▬ SWC July 2022: Masterlist
♠ Masterlist of SWC writings.
⤿ Some stories may contain triggers.
♠ you wander through the megathread, all of the swc realms in view. upon being brought to the first page, you see a bright fire with many people crowding around it. the scene was joyful, like a party with no tomorrow. “oi! simon! can you get me more juice?” a tall brunette calls out to a younger blonde. you had never seen them around camp before. making your war through the crowd, a young woman bumps into you. she wore a blue hoodie that a 2000s kid would wear. “my apologies,” she said before walking towards two other boys. there were two younger kids sitting on a log, one with red eyes and the other wearing all black. who were these people? then you see a familiar face.
“oh, (name)! fair and well met, my dude! it's great to see you here!” the poetry co-leader greets, running up to you with a drink in her hand. “welcome to the bonfire! do you want a drink?” you nod your head politely as the mountain-climber snaps, a glass jar of golden juice and a plate of swirly cookies appearing in front of you. “it's mango juice and mango swirl cookies, straight from the heart of mangoburg!” you nod, not recalling such a place, but bringing the juice to your lips instead. it was sweet. taking a bite from the cookie you asked, “who are these people? what is this place?” sparrow only chuckles.
“this is the bonfire!” she says, spreading her arms out and leading you around the gathering. “it's one big place where all my characters connect! over there,” she explains, pointing to the tall brunette from earlier, “is one of my very first characters, william neo. he's the second oldest of the neo family and the blonde kid in the sweater is his little brother simon, who we confuse with tommy.” at mentioning tommy, a taller, older blonde boy waved. he wore glasses and a green sweater. “tommy's family, the voyin's are alternate universe characters. all their stories are aus, so i'm constantly making them hop from world to world, but they don't mind.”
you took it all in. a place with all her characters? a world that connects all her worlds? “sweet,” you reply, finishing your juice. sparrow laughs heartily. “yup! it's a wacky place. harry potter or will solace might appear from time-to-time since we had to write crossover fanfiction a few sessions ago,” she mumbles. “but make yourself at home! feel free to hop into any of my worlds!”
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i | Main Cabin Dailies
- 07.01.22 | Introductions ↬ 202 words
- 07.02.22 | Lies of Freedom ↬ 591 words
- 07.03.22 | That Day at Toys “R” Us ↬ 822 words
- 07.04.22 | Elia's Chores ↬ 845 words
ii | Main Cabin Weeklies
- week no. | title ↬ wordcount
iii | Writing Contest Entry
- mm.dd.yy | title ↬ wordcount
iv | Other Works
- 07.03.22 | On the Run ↬ 953 words
v | Word Wars
- mm.dd.yy | title ↬ wordcount
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Sparrow (she/her) | Poetry | 1,213/40k
©spire- on scratch. do not steal my work.
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
T I G E R ' S S W C W R I T I N G - J U L Y 2 0 2 2 - M Y T H
Claimed for this session!
Dailies
7/2 -
“Now that we have total control over the country, let's party!”
All the dogs cheer. About a year ago, we decided that we wanted to take over the world. Humans shouldn't have control. They create wars, cut down trees, and worst of all, they don't give us food when we want it. But finally, in 2024, our friend and leader, Ella, ran for president of the United States of America. Today was the day we moved into the White House.
There are many reporters and journalists walking around and interviewing Ella. One of them, a small west highland white terrier asks Ella, “Alpha Ella, how do you feel now that you're president and have moved into office?”
“I feel great!” Ella responds. “Now that the humans are out of the way, we can finally have the change we deserve.”
“And what change might that be?” the reporter asks, giving Ella the microphone. It rolls on the floor (I mean, we don't have opposable thumbs or anything).
Ella smiles at the camera. “Well, we should have freedom to eating food whenever we want! And humans shouldn't choose where we go on our walks. If all they want to do is control us, we'll just walk ourselves!”
“That's a great idea!” the reporter exclaims. “And Ella, if you don't mind, we'd also like to talk to your vice president. Can you find her for us?”
“Sure thing,” Ella smiles and beckons me over. “Claudia! Come over here! This reporter wants to interview you!” I stop snacking on my bone and check my appearance at the mirror. I don't want to look like a slob on television! When I'm satisfied with my looks, I trot over to Ella and the reporter.
“Hi there, I'm Ash,” says the reporter. “Can you introduce yourself?”
“Greetings dogs, humans, cats, and whoever else is watching!” I say to the camera. “My name is Claudia S, and I'm Ella's vice president. I guess that also makes me the vice president of the United States!” Ella, Ash, and I laugh. “It's been a long journey for us, but it's all worth it! Now, we'll make a world that gives dogs more freedom!”
“Well nice to meet you, Claudia,” Ash replies. “How did you both react when you found out you won the election?”
Ella and I look at each other and grin. “Well, let's just say there were a lot of zoomies!” I tell Ash. Ella laughs.
“It was unbelievable,” Ella says. “I never thought I would've won against a human.” Our opponent was a human named Beatrice. She went on and on about how America is sexist and racist and stuff - which it is, but that's another reason why dogs should lead. There is no prejudice with us!
“But I'm so glad I won,” Ella continues. “We're taking a major step towards a world where humans don't control us. We control ourselves!” Other dogs watching us cheer and clap.
“Well thank you for talking with us today.” Ash smiles. She looks towards the camera. “I'm Ash and this is Channel 12 News!” The channel goes to a commercial break. Ash turns around to face us. “Thanks you guys,” she says. “And congratulations again for being elected! You're going to be a great leader for this country!” She waves goodbye and walks away.
I go back to chew on my bone and think. Tomorrow will be our first full day in office! You know there's a movie theater in the White House. Tomorrow, I want to watch a movie there, eat a bunch of junk food, and oh right! We make America a better place for dogs!
I still want to have a private screening of my favorite movie, though.
all writing belongs to @TinyTiger94
ignore all cringe please
Claimed for this session!
Dailies
7/2 -
“Now that we have total control over the country, let's party!”
All the dogs cheer. About a year ago, we decided that we wanted to take over the world. Humans shouldn't have control. They create wars, cut down trees, and worst of all, they don't give us food when we want it. But finally, in 2024, our friend and leader, Ella, ran for president of the United States of America. Today was the day we moved into the White House.
There are many reporters and journalists walking around and interviewing Ella. One of them, a small west highland white terrier asks Ella, “Alpha Ella, how do you feel now that you're president and have moved into office?”
“I feel great!” Ella responds. “Now that the humans are out of the way, we can finally have the change we deserve.”
“And what change might that be?” the reporter asks, giving Ella the microphone. It rolls on the floor (I mean, we don't have opposable thumbs or anything).
Ella smiles at the camera. “Well, we should have freedom to eating food whenever we want! And humans shouldn't choose where we go on our walks. If all they want to do is control us, we'll just walk ourselves!”
“That's a great idea!” the reporter exclaims. “And Ella, if you don't mind, we'd also like to talk to your vice president. Can you find her for us?”
“Sure thing,” Ella smiles and beckons me over. “Claudia! Come over here! This reporter wants to interview you!” I stop snacking on my bone and check my appearance at the mirror. I don't want to look like a slob on television! When I'm satisfied with my looks, I trot over to Ella and the reporter.
“Hi there, I'm Ash,” says the reporter. “Can you introduce yourself?”
“Greetings dogs, humans, cats, and whoever else is watching!” I say to the camera. “My name is Claudia S, and I'm Ella's vice president. I guess that also makes me the vice president of the United States!” Ella, Ash, and I laugh. “It's been a long journey for us, but it's all worth it! Now, we'll make a world that gives dogs more freedom!”
“Well nice to meet you, Claudia,” Ash replies. “How did you both react when you found out you won the election?”
Ella and I look at each other and grin. “Well, let's just say there were a lot of zoomies!” I tell Ash. Ella laughs.
“It was unbelievable,” Ella says. “I never thought I would've won against a human.” Our opponent was a human named Beatrice. She went on and on about how America is sexist and racist and stuff - which it is, but that's another reason why dogs should lead. There is no prejudice with us!
“But I'm so glad I won,” Ella continues. “We're taking a major step towards a world where humans don't control us. We control ourselves!” Other dogs watching us cheer and clap.
“Well thank you for talking with us today.” Ash smiles. She looks towards the camera. “I'm Ash and this is Channel 12 News!” The channel goes to a commercial break. Ash turns around to face us. “Thanks you guys,” she says. “And congratulations again for being elected! You're going to be a great leader for this country!” She waves goodbye and walks away.
I go back to chew on my bone and think. Tomorrow will be our first full day in office! You know there's a movie theater in the White House. Tomorrow, I want to watch a movie there, eat a bunch of junk food, and oh right! We make America a better place for dogs!
I still want to have a private screening of my favorite movie, though.
all writing belongs to @TinyTiger94
ignore all cringe please
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
❂ Welcome to Ducci's writings for the July 2022, SWC Session! Go Fantasy!! ❂
❂ Dailies ❂
CLAIMED FOR THIS SESSION
^Daily #1^
Hello, I'm AestheticallyDucci, and very literally, everyone calls me Ducci! (pronounced like ducky) Anyway, I'm in Fantasy Coven for this Session, and I'm SO stoked!! Last session in March, was my first session ever of SWC, that session I was in Fantasy. If you read the Memory Book, Fantasy placed 2nd that session, thanks to all of our amazing writers! Anyway, I can't wait for other dailies and what is yet to come for this session. I was VERY eagerly awaiting the arrival of this session, awaiting eight o' clock PM, although thanks to the wonderful and talented day light savings, I unfortunately had to wait until eight o' clock instead of seven o' clock. Also, Pride Month has just passed, and I was so happy to celebrate everyone in the pride community, including me! I am a proud Bisexual, and although I'm still partially in the closet, I am proud of who I am. Anyway, if anyone has read this, it's time to snap back to reality, and time for me to add some points!!
^Total Words: 176^
Day #2 *extremely tiny gore warning?*
Dragons roamed over Garnaa, the land in which the dragons lived. There had recently been a robbery in the Township, which stirred up a most likely, once it was over, a historic war. I, the robber who started it all, am here to tell you how it all went down. So, just a normal day, am I right? Nope, dead wrong. Literally. I walked into the palace in which there was the queen, who ruled over Garnaa. I'm part of a mafia of dragons, called the Venoms. That day I was chosen by our leader to raid the palace of it's treasure. The most vile tribe in Garnaa, the Scorpions, was the most disliked by the queen, and by the Venoms. The plan was to frame them for this. The Venoms are outcasts from the tribes, the entire plan was… I steal the treasure, the Scorpions are blamed, and we, the mighty and heroic Venoms, were to wipe out the Scorpions, and of course that would make the queen happy, right? Exactly, that was the plan. Then, the queen would let us into the palace and give us each important jobs, because we were so helpful. Happy ever after. Boom. Here's how it actually went. I flew down into the palace, knocked out a few guards, and made my way to the royal treasury. Causal, smooth. I snatched up as much goodies as possible, and fled out of that place like my left depended on it, ‘cause it did. Anyway, all is well that ends well, am I right? No I’m not, actually and that's a first. Because the queen actually immediately suspected us instead of the Scorpions because of the very minor detail I left behind. A piece of my cloak. If you didn't know, our cloaks have the mafia's logo all over them, and when one of the pieces of my cloak got ripped off by a gem I had put into my pocket, the fabric fell into the pile of gems. I, having no time to pick up something little as that, left it behind. If you really want to know more, you're gonna have to wait because if you didn't know, the queen is searching for the Venoms. She just found our most recent hiding spot right…about…NOW. Got to run, see you on the other side! If there is another side… Pfft! We’ll make it out, we’re the most vile mafia you’ve met, after all!
^Total Words: 413^
^Day #3^
I was at the beach with my friends (one being @-Anime_lover, go check her out heh) we were leaving the beach and packing up all the toys, filling up the GIANT hole we dug, and washing off the toys in the water. Then we noticed my boogie board was gone. My friends thought they saw it on the other side of the beach, and sprinted over there like their life depended on it. Then my other friend noticed there was another boogie board, so they ran over there, too. They ended up finding it, and that was my friend's good deed. Now for mine. (heh) We had brought everything back and packed everything up. We were starting to leave, and a guy and his son were walking buy us. The guy was pushing a beach cart packed full of stuff, it was INSANELY packed. The guy continued walking, and then some bags (or something, I don't remember. lol) fell from his cart. I carefully picked them up and handed them to him, and he thanked me. We then went home, but I went home feeling kind of good, I mean not like, oh, my gosh everything is so beautiful, is that a rainbow I see?! No, but just feeling a little good for helping that guy. We did have a little upside down luck, though. We were planning to get ice cream from the little shop right in the parking lot of the beach, but it had already closed. But, we had not given up yet. Sure, Can’t go wrong with a Slurpee, am I right? So, we went to a 7/11 nearby, and thankfully it was open. (that’s a joke because 7/11 is open seven hours a week until eleven AM. lol) Anyway, we all got our Slurpees and drove home happy. Now, you might be wondering. Why did I include the Slurpees? Because I didn’t have three hundred words yet, so I might as well keep telling more of the story that doesn’t even matter, right?! (awkward smile) Alright seriously I’ll shut up now. (dang I actually ended up exceeding the minimum with the Slurpees. XD)
^Total Words: 360^
^Daily #5^ *i skipped 4 because it was honestly crushing. lol*
Proverb I Am Using: ‘A Bad Workman Always Blames His Tools’
Pff, just another day at recess playing kickball, and plus being the best kicker here. I knew our team would win, because they had me as their team captain. Honestly, who wouldn't win with me? Our class was making our way out to recess, and hurriedly our class took the part of the field with the bases to play kickball. I rushed to home plate, and planted my feet there, while other kids called out, “Second!” “Third!” “Fourth!” “I want to be after Sydney!” I just rolled my eyes. When everyone got into places, Gabby, the pitcher rolled the kickball out to me. “Too slow.” I remarked annoyed. I threw the ball back at her, and she gave me a confused look. Kids behind me groaned “That was a good pitch.” and “Just kick it!” “It was a bad pitch!” I yelled angrily. Gabby looked disappointed. “Fine.” She rolled the ball at me fast, really fast and I kicked as hard as I could. I started to sprint towards first base, watching the ball fly through the air. Then, Roy caught it in the outfield. I was out. I couldn't believe it. “That was so unfair!” I shouted. The kids all looked at me confused. “What do you mean?” Gabby asked. “I mean, that was another one of your bad pitches!” This time Gabby looked angry, she walked up to me and said, “You told me to do it faster. I did faster. Isn't that what you wanted?” She mused. "Yes, but that was too fast!“ ”Tough luck.“ Gabby said, and she called for the next kicker. But I wasn't done yet. ”Plus, the wind pushed the ball farther, and that's why Roy caught it!“ Now the kids just flat out laughed. Everyone. Laughing. ”What wind?“ Gabby giggled. ”Pfft.“ Kids behind me were giggling. ”There is absolutely no wind today. The leaves on the trees aren't even moving. Our hair isn't blowing. What a joke.“ Gabby scoffed at me. ”Not everyone is perfect at kickball, neither am I. But you shouldn't blame other things or people just because you're not.“ With that, Gabby walked back to the pitchers mound and continued the game.
^Total Words: 388^
^Daily #?^ *Sorry I lost track. lol
”Come on, Sissy!“ Poppy called from across the play place in the mall. She looked around waiting for her sister. ”Emmy?“ She called out, plopping herself onto the bouncy floor, brushing her hands across it and feeling the cold, smooth surface. Suddenly, she perked up, ”There you are! I was calling you over and over!“ Poppy pouted, looking at her sister with ‘sad’ eyes. ”Okay, you're clearly overreacting but oh, well. What am I gonna do with you?“ Her sister laughed grabbing her hand. ”All right, where should we go next? Poppy looked around the play place noticing all the bright colors and the dazzling designs on the walls. She then turned to a neon rainbow colored slide, “That one!” She pointed at the slide, pulling her sister towards it. As she went down, sitting in her sister's lap, she thought about the smell of the mall. Every time she walked into it, it smelled just like some freshly baked bread buns, that had been buttered slightly, like the ones you get at Texas Roadhouse. "It smells so good! Poppy exclaimed as they got out of the slide. “Yeah, it does!” Her sister agreed. "Do you wanna go get some pretzels? I saw they had Auntie Anne's pretzels here!“ Poppy looked extremely excited, ”You know I do, those are some of my favorite things to eat!“ Emmy grabbed Poppy's hand and they headed up an escalator, searching the second floor. ”There!“ Emmy called pointing at the shop. Her voice echoed out through the mall, and Poppy listened intently until the echoing stopped. ”Hah, your voice echoed!“ Poppy exclaimed, looking at Emmy. ”Hm, it did. Now let's go get some pretzels!“ They ran towards the shop, and thankfully there was no line. Emmy pulled out her wallet, taking out a total of six dollars. ”Two regular pretzels please, one with cheese dip.“ The worker looked up at Emmy, then to her register, tapping the screen, then she looked back to Emmy. ”Alright, your total will come to six dollars.“ Emmy held out her hand with the money in it. ”There you go.“ The lady took the money and grabbed two pretzels with two packets of cheese dip dropping them all into a bag. ”Thank you.“ Emmy said, smiling at the lady. Emmy and Poppy walked towards a table around the side of a glass railing where you could see down to the first floor. Poppy dug into her pretzel, dipping it into the cheese and taking a bite. The cheese melted in her mouth and she chewed the pretzel slowly trying to savor the taste. ”So good…“ Poppy said please. ”Yep, so good.“ Emmy smiled, taking a bite of her pretzel.
^Total Words: 458^
❂ Weeklies ❂
^Weekly #1^
*Workshop One*
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Character Sheet for Cosmo, character from the book ‘I, Cosmo’
Series Continuing Or Ended?: Ended
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Straight (don't know if ally, i mean it's a dog. lol)
Species: Golden Retriever (dog)
Strengths: Bubbly, Happy, Comforting, Wise, Funny, Loyal
(former) Strengths: Energetic, Fast, Strong
Weaknesses: Arthritis, Overworking Self, Being ”Fine“, Kiddish (too much at times), Guilty
General View Of Life: stay with max/life is great
Relationships:
Romantic Interest: None
Friends: Noodles, Elvis, Max, Emmaline, Uncle Reggie, Oliver
Family: Uncle Reggie, Mom, Dad, Max, Emmaline, Stud (+unknown mom and siblings)
Tendencies:
- Tends to sometimes get into trouble, feeling guilty
- Eats what is not supposed to be eaten
- Refuses to let anyone know about his pain
- Refuses pain and signals that he is ”fine“
Situations:
I'm ”Fine"
- when people start to notice something is wrong, he tries to do something funny, signaling that he is OK
- tries to hide pain
- wants to show Max that he can be perfect for him, and that they will not be separated
Dancing Struggles
- when he can't get a step right, he puts pressure on himself
- he tries to tell Max he can get it right
- he feels so much guilt inside of him
- wants to do better
- worries about the other dogs winning the competition, and losing Max and his chance
Dog Struggles
- he believes the sheepdog is making mom and dad fight
- he feels he needs to get rid of the sheepdog
- he gets discouraged by the dog, and nervous
^Total Words: 249^
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Scenario: (I chose Cosmo gets invited to parties, but has to choose between them)
I couldn't have been excited more in my life. I had just gotten invited to parties! I had heard Oliver talking to Max about how Elvis was having a Fourth of July celebration. Wow! The excitement! I wonder how many fresh smells will be there! And, and- “Cosmo, we're going to a party!” Max exclaimed excitedly. Whatever makes you happy, I'll be happy, too. I smiled at Max with my eyes. Just then, I saw that dashing blur across the room and immediately knew, It's Noodles! The little corgi was coming towards us at full force, like she was crazed. As usual, her owner dashed after her, trying to catch her breath. Noodles stop shortly in front of us, and I cocked my head confused. Her owner caught up seconds after, breathing heavily. “Oh, gosh.” She wheezed, bending over, “Noodles is…excited today.” The lady panted frantically. Max quickly ran over to the fold up tables, to bring back a cup of water. The lady drank, and drank. “Thank you.” She looked extremely relieved. “Anyway, Noodles will be having an early birthday party today, I will be gone the day of her birthday on a business trip, and would like to celebrate early. You two are welcomed to come.” She nodded at Oliver and Max. Oliver looked at Max, distraught with Max looking back with the same expression. “Uhm, well Elvis is kind of… Uhm…” Max trailed off, and I inched closer to him, letting him wiggle his fingers in my fur, knowing he was beginning to lose his words. Oliver looked at Max knowingly. “Well, Elvis is having a Fourth of July party today.” Oliver finished off. “Oh..” Noodles' owner looked disappointed. “Oh, then I guess the guests will have to decide.” She shrugged looking oblivious. “Toodles!” She called, signaling Noodles to follow her. I already knew this wouldn't end well. Oh no. At that moment, I knew Max was thinking the same thing. “Well, heh.” Max chuckled, looking back at Uncle Reggie and Emaline awkwardly who had just gotten back from a water break. “Uh, gotta practice our routine!” Max called back frantically, hurriedly approaching the door. “What was that about?” Uncle Reggie looked confused. “How but we discuss on the way to train.” Max winked at Uncle Reggie, who seemed to now understand the situation. “Got it.” The group then hurried out of the dance club, and piled into the car. “To training!” Uncle Reggie chuckled, starting up the car.
^End of Workshop One, Total Words: 421^
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*Workshop Two*
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^Character Voice Descriptions^
*Character 1: Cosmo
Normal
- is bubbly, energetic
- he also likes to talk about food
- likes to talk about good times
- has a tone of voice that most likely would sound happy and light
Scared/Guilty/Nervous/etc.
- tail is usually tucked
- you can really hear the guilt when he speaks
- he would hang his head
- he would most likely talk in a lower tone, sounding sad
Shocked
- most likely would have a look of surprise in his eyes
- mouth you be hanging open
- his voice would be higher
- he would be louder
Description
Usually when Cosmo talks, he sounds energetic and happy. Cosmo would have a male sort of tone if you will.
He'd sound probably like a usual teen boy, maybe about 17. When Cosmo is nervous or guilty, you can very clearly tell,
so his tail would be tucked, and his head down. When nervous, I believe Cosmo's tone would be deeper, and lower. When Cosmo is shocked,
I think he would have a very open facial expression. Mouth open, eyes almost out of his head, tail slightly up more, and legs straight with suspense.
I believe he talk in a little of a higher pitched, and louder tone.
^Total Words: 198^
*Character 2: Max
Normal
- talks in slightly low, timid, mellow tone
- usually shy expression if talking to someone new, and a more timid tone
- talks fast, but not that extremely
- chokes up on words sometimes
- is more comfortable and relaxed when talking to known people
Scared/Guilty/Nervous/etc.
- when scared, his tone would be quieter and more nervous
- if guilty, he would mumble more and have a bit of a wine in his voice
- if nervous, it would be about the same as being scared, just stuttering more
Shocked
- if shocked, his tone would raise, his voice higher pitched and clearer
- eyes bigger in a way, and mouth open more
- his head would be raise higher
Max usually talks in a pretty happy voice, but a quiet one that is mellow and timid. He would have a pretty straight facial expression.
He talks at a steady pace, a little fast but not quite. He would be more comfortable around people he knows, and his tone would be
less timid and he would talk clearer without stuttering or losing his words. If he was scared, he would most likely be shaking, his eyes
down, getting close to Cosmo for comfort. He would be quieter, and more timid. When guilty, he would have a bit of a whine in his voice,
and look annoyed and disappointed in himself. If he was nervous, especially around someone he doesn't know, he would most likely be
like how he sounds when scared, just clinging to Cosmo a little less, and losing his words and/or stuttering a little more.
^Total Words: 262^
^Total Words Entire Workshop: 460^
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*Character Scenario 1: Cosmo
Today was the day. The dance competition was here. Max and I were in the bathroom, getting ourselves ready. Max slipped on his T-Bird sweater, and he tied my T-Bird bandana around my neck. I used to think bandanas were silly, but no I felt so alive with this bandana on, and I smiled at Max with my eyes, he knew I was happy. “Are you ready, bud?” Max asked me, and I said Yes, yes I will always be ready for you. “Alright, then!” Mom, Max, Emmaline and I then slipped into the car for a long ride to the competition. “Is daddy coming?” Emmaline asked. Mom breathed in, “Yes.” She said, “Yes he is coming.” The rest of the way there, Max got more nervous. I could tell. We finally reached our destination. “Where do we go?” Mom asked blankly. “I don't know.” Max answered. So we weaved through the crowd, making our way into the football field and heading to the sign-in table. We checked ourselves in, and Emmaline asked mom for popcorn. Max was pulling at his collar now, like it was too tight. Max told mom she could go get Emmaline popcorn, and that we needed to practice anyway. Then, Uncle Reggie walked up, dressed just like a T-Bird! I wiggled and licked him. “Alright, kid. Today is the day. Let's run it over?” He asked. Max nodded at him, and we made our way more into the field. Our practice was going great, and I nailed the jump, Uncle Reggie whooping behind us. Then, a lady announced rules, and asked all the dancers to approach the center of the field. My tail wagged with anticipation, and Max's palms sweated, as he tugged at his collar again. I reassured him, We will be great. It is okay. I WILL be perfect for you. Just then, the lady announced the first contestant, it was, of all dogs the sheepdog. They and their owner walked onstage, and started to dance, to one of my favorite songs from a musical the song was ‘Singin’ In The Rain'. The sheepdog perfected every move, with precision and strength, they are much younger than I am. After the sheepdog, the next to dogs went. Then it was our turn.
^Total Words: 384^
*Character Scenario 2: Max
Today was the day of the competition. I was eager to try my costume on. Cosmo was smiling, I could tell. We went to the bathroom and I slipped on my T-Bird sweater, and then tied Cosmo's T-Bird bandana around his neck. “Are you ready boy?” I asked eagerly. I could tell, something in Cosmo's eyes said yes We all hopped in the car for the long drive, settling in. I was nervous, but not too much, which was good so far. When we arrived, we didn't know where to go, so we slipped in and out of the crowd, slowly approaching the football field. There, we found a sign-in table, and checked in. “Mommy, could I get popcorn, please?” Emmaline asked. “Honey, I don't know.” I looked at mom. “Mom, we're fine. Seriously. We need to practice, anyway.” I gave her a reassuring smile, and tugged at my collar, my hands were sweating. We headed more into the field, where we ran through our performance. Then, Uncle Reggie walked up behind us, dressed like a T-Bird! I looked at him happy but also a little shocked. “You would do that for us?” I asked questioningly. “Yeah, of course!” Uncle Reggie chuckled. Then, a lady stepped into the center of the field to welcome everyone and announce some rules. Then, she called up the first contestant, a woman and her dog Comet. They danced, then the next two dogs went. Then the lady called out “Now, Max and his dog, Cosmo!” It was our turn to give this dance competition all we had. Before we danced, I whispered to Cosmo, “Even if we don’t win this, that’s okay. I’ll still love you, that won’t change. What matters is we dance our best, and we dance with heart. They will still see that we can’t be separated.” Cosmo always seems to understand, and he just did. He seemed to click, and we walked up to the middle of the field happily, ready to perform with the heart of dancers.
^Total Words: 340^
*The scenario I chose for both my characters in this workshop
was when they went to the dance competition in the book ‘I, Cosmo’
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^Total Words Entire Workshop: 1,184
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*Workshop Three*
^Tropes Used: Highschool AU, “Let's Watch Our Show” Fic, and Fluff Fic^
I was getting older and older, but I would still be by Max's side, wherever he went. Except unfortunately not on
the school bus. Max had gotten a lot bigger, and so had Emmaline. But for some reason today, when Max
had to go back to school, it was special. Like he was starting a new chapter in his life. I heard mom say ‘high
school’ a few times this morning. I don't know where she got ‘high’ from, but it was still school. Max walked out to the
bus, and I sat at the door. Goodbye. I said, “Bye, Cosmo, be a good boy!” Max called from behind him. Later, mom drove Emmaline to school,
I get to tag along in the back seat with Emmaline. When we arrive, I lick Emmaline's hands, Have a good day. I say, “Cosmoooo.” Emmaline giggles.
Mom reaches out the window when Emmaline gets out, and hugs her. “Goodbye, have a great day.” Emmaline waves goodbye. Mom drives us home,
and I plop myself on the floor next to Mr. Oinkers. He will always be there for me, even if he smells like un reasonably clean when he comes out of the
wash. But, alas, I buried my scent over and over, in him again. Rubbing my nose on him, and rolling over. Mom was watching another show on TLC, which, I had learned to spell, only a few words with the help of Max and Emmaline. Learning that the letters at the corner of the TV were the letters TLC.
No, I did not know what TLC spelt, but still. Then, I saw headlights pull into the driveway. Dad! I jogged as fast as I could to the door, waiting for mom to open it for me. When mom opened the door, I jogged even faster to dad. I rolled onto my back, like I always plan to do when dad comes,
and wait for belly rubs. Dad gets his luggage out, and pats my belly. More. I say to him, and dad seems to understand, giving my belly some good rubs. I am content, and go back inside the house, waiting for dad. Mom and dad smile at each other. Smiling used to be a rare thing between them when
dad still lived here, but they smile more now, and hug more now. But we all know dad will always live in his ‘condo’. But that's okay, we all still love each
other. I go back to Mr. Oinkers, continuing to rub my scent into him. When mom and dad are finished carrying in the luggage, they talk for a bit in the kitchen. They come sit on the couch, and I lay on top of them, plopping Mr. Oinkers down, too. They laugh, and continuing watching the TV. Hours and hours pass by, but they were some pretty good hours. Hours of pats, and rubs, hours of mom and dad getting along together. Then, mom gets up and says to dad, “I've got to go pick Emmaline up. But you coming was a surprise, so can you stay here?” Mom asks, looking at dad. “Yeah, sure.” Dad smiles at me, and gives me a few rubs, because he knows I love the car, and that I'm also going to be picking up Emmaline with mom. Getting a few more pets from dad, I soon make my way out the door with mom, hopping into the back seat of the car. We get in and start driving, then mom says, “You know, Uncle Reggie is coming today and with Rosie.” I bark in approval, because mom can't see my eyes while driving. We get to our destination, Emmaline walking to the car from the gate of her school. “So, has was the first day?” Mom asks. “Great!” Emmaline squeals. She rambles on all the way home, which is a good fifteen minute drive! I lick Emmaline's face several times saying Yeah, school was great, am I right? You can tell dad when we get home, instead. But Emmaline ignores me, rambling on about her day. When we walk in the door, Emmaline is still talking, but stops when she sees dad, and runs toward him to give him a hug. “Daddy!” She shouts happily. We sit on the couch later, including me now laying across all of their laps, Mr. Oinkers, too. Just then, Max walks in, he stops, the door closing behind him and runs to dad, “Hey, dad!” He calls happily, hugging him. Max looks excited “Guess what, today is the anniversary of when Cosmo and I performed! When Uncle Reggie comes over today, could we watch Grease to celebrate?” Mom looks at Max, smiling “Of course!” We sit around for a few hours, and then I smell a presence, that sweet and happy presence. Uncle Reggie! I run to the door, waiting for Uncle Reggie. He steps in, Rosie peeking her nose out behind him. “Hey, everyone!” Uncle Reggie calls. Have I ever said, Uncle Reggie is like Santa Claus, or the closest we'll ever get to him. His jolly scent, his happiness, his mustache and beard, and his round belly. Uncle Reggie is perfect. I lick him all over, and he chuckles. Uncle Reggie takes a seat in a cushy chair, while Max gets the movie started. “Alright, let's watch!” Max calls, backing out from the TV, and sitting with me on the floor. I love my family. So, so, much.
^Total Words: 930^
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*Workshop Four*
Writing Camp in Maine was starting up again at the tip of the country. Mom was driving me there now, and we were almost there, as we turned onto a dirt road. When we arrived, I lugged my bags out of the trunk, walking towards the mob of kids. There was a mascot there, it was Scratch Cat ‘in the flesh.’ I rolled my eyes, but the costume was pretty cute. I said goodbye to my mom, looking around. There was different cabins everywhere. I couldn't wait to get writing. Thankfully the daily didn't start until tomorrow, though. Because I was tired from the long drive here. A camp counselor blew a whistle, everybody snapping their heads toward her. “Alright, everybody! Listen up, please. Welcome to Scratch Writing Camp! Each day we will have Dailies for you all to do, your Cabin Leaders will also come up with some fun things for you all. There are three cabins for each, well…cabin! There will be four of you in each cabin, with desks that include paper, pencils, a pencil sharpener, erasers, anything you need to write for each of you. Anyway, I think we're good on everything here. Weeklies will start on Monday, you all can look at the boards behind me which have information about each Daily and Weekly, and your Cabin Leaders will be here to help you.” The counselor stepped down. People started calling out names, and I heard mine, walking toward a girl with black hair. She smiled at me, continuing to call names. Scratch Writing Camo would be awesome, I already knew it, we had out own desks for ourselves! I found that very pleasing. The other girls who had gotten called and I headed to our cabin with the black haired girl. When we got there she said, “Anyways, I'm Nile, and I'll be one of your Fantasy Cabin Leaders!” I'll be bunking with the other leaders, but feel free to unpack, and get ready for bed. We'll be doing s'mores tonight, though!“ She smiles, walking away. The girls giggled and talked, including me. ”Wow, she seems nice.“ I said to the girl standing next to me. ”Yeah, I'm soo excited for everything here!!" The girl squealed. Wow, what a dream. I thought happily. I lay out my stuff on one of the top bunks, grabbing my P.J.s to change into, and slipped on my socks and slippers. I packed my clothes back into my bag, and lay down to take a nap. Tired from the ride here, I practically almost fell asleep while the counselors were explaining things to us! “Somebody wakeH me up when it’s time for s’mores!” I laughed, and so did the other girls. “But, seriously I don’t want to miss s’mores!” I giggled again, and I knew this was going to be a great time at Scratch Writing Camp.
^Total Words: 488^
!END OF WEEKLY!
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^Weekly #2^
*Workshop One*
- Hilly setting
- Small city/village
- Ruled by a queen
- When a queen dies, the heir becomes the new queen
- The village travels frequently and settles in new places
- There is an evil dragon
- The village is a fairy village
- Fairies are rivals /w/ the dragon
- They frequently move because of the dragon
- Gemstone (source of the fairies' life)
- Soft magic, used frequently (to defend against the dragon)
- Diet of berries, and any fruits (never any meat)
*Weekly has now been changed so this will never be finished :'D
❂ Word Wars ❂
❂ Other Random Writings ❂
❂ Cabin Wars ❂
The dragons started to close in, I was screaming,
I started to panic. Where was my father? Where
was my only sense of security in this world.
Where was my only guardian left to take care of
me? I wish I could fly right now, I really, really
wish. But no, the dragons had taken our powers,
that were preserved in a jar. But then my mind
blanked. It cleared. My wings faded. My ears did
also. I looked around in horror. Why is there
dragons surrounding me? Then I realized.
Legs. I have legs. Run, you can do it, it's your
only chance of surviving. Run and find your
father. I sprinted out between one of the
dragon's legs, dust kicking up behind me, and
looking back to see a flame shoot out of one of
the dragon's throats as I ran out. I looked behind
every crevice, ducking and then running. The
dragons were confused, and focused on everyone
else still in the circle. In the circle! I thought,
looking towards the horrified fairies, which were
not at all fairies anymore. They too had lost their
wings and had now rounded ears. Father has to
be in there. There was a huge crowd of them in
there, no wonder I couldn't find him. I sprinted
back over and ducked into the mob of us. I looked
through the crowd, and noticed someone who
had just lay down on the floor. I ran over to see.
It was my father. He looked weary. “Father, please
get up.” I looked at him, waiting for his response.
$Total Words: 266$
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My dad's pizzeria was the best in town. People would come from far, and I mean really far just to taste his pizza. Vloggers and people who did videos came there daily talking the place up. But one day a guy in a flashy suit came to inform us about something horrible. The man sat down to talk with my dad and suddenly the man in the suit turned into a frog and cast a spell turning the world into a giant pizza with the crust keeping all the air in. The world blew up but we were still alive we then moved to a new planet called Yuka. Yuka was amazing. The guy in the suit was kicked off planet Yuka and is now floating around in space. Because of his flashy suit, it gave off light. He somehow multiplies and today, this is why we have stars.
*THIS IS SO CHAOTIC I CAN'T XD
$Total Words: 149$
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“I just ate my first donut it had so much juicy goodness. I love donuts now oh my god. Donuts are so good what the heck. How could I live without them? I am a Ninja Turtle and you can't deny it. I think my bladder just exploded from these donuts oh my gosh. Help. I'm vlogging this right now. I really hope Fantasy finishes this Cabin War and wins it, guys! Ninja Turtles rule yes they do, go, go Ninja Turtles!”
$Total Words: 82$
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“I told you already! I'm on my way to the station now, Grunkle Stan!” Maybel got to the station as the train pulled in. She hopped on, hitching a ride to Gravity Falls. “I hope this summer is a good one!” She said to herself, forgetting that she was still dragging her brother Dipper by the hand. “Oh gosh, sorry.” She winced looking at the mark she'd left on Dipper's wrist from her tight grip. She heaved Dipper up onto the booth seat across from her. The train moved quickly, and they would be getting to Gravity Falls the next day. Dipper and Maybel were playing a boardgame, since Dipper had recently woken up from the nap he had taken. Just then, the train pulled into the station at Gravity Falls. “What, we're here?” Maybel looked confused. “Huh, oh well.” Maybel hurriedly cleaned up the board game, grabbing her stuff, Dipper had already gotten off the train. But just then, a pterodactyl crashed into the door of the train, it's wing stuck in the door, since the train operator had just closed it. Maybel was stuck in the train. Dipper looked at her, hopelessly. What would they do…?
$Total Words: 198$
❂ Dailies ❂
CLAIMED FOR THIS SESSION ^Daily #1^
Hello, I'm AestheticallyDucci, and very literally, everyone calls me Ducci! (pronounced like ducky) Anyway, I'm in Fantasy Coven for this Session, and I'm SO stoked!! Last session in March, was my first session ever of SWC, that session I was in Fantasy. If you read the Memory Book, Fantasy placed 2nd that session, thanks to all of our amazing writers! Anyway, I can't wait for other dailies and what is yet to come for this session. I was VERY eagerly awaiting the arrival of this session, awaiting eight o' clock PM, although thanks to the wonderful and talented day light savings, I unfortunately had to wait until eight o' clock instead of seven o' clock. Also, Pride Month has just passed, and I was so happy to celebrate everyone in the pride community, including me! I am a proud Bisexual, and although I'm still partially in the closet, I am proud of who I am. Anyway, if anyone has read this, it's time to snap back to reality, and time for me to add some points!!
^Total Words: 176^
Day #2 *extremely tiny gore warning?*
Dragons roamed over Garnaa, the land in which the dragons lived. There had recently been a robbery in the Township, which stirred up a most likely, once it was over, a historic war. I, the robber who started it all, am here to tell you how it all went down. So, just a normal day, am I right? Nope, dead wrong. Literally. I walked into the palace in which there was the queen, who ruled over Garnaa. I'm part of a mafia of dragons, called the Venoms. That day I was chosen by our leader to raid the palace of it's treasure. The most vile tribe in Garnaa, the Scorpions, was the most disliked by the queen, and by the Venoms. The plan was to frame them for this. The Venoms are outcasts from the tribes, the entire plan was… I steal the treasure, the Scorpions are blamed, and we, the mighty and heroic Venoms, were to wipe out the Scorpions, and of course that would make the queen happy, right? Exactly, that was the plan. Then, the queen would let us into the palace and give us each important jobs, because we were so helpful. Happy ever after. Boom. Here's how it actually went. I flew down into the palace, knocked out a few guards, and made my way to the royal treasury. Causal, smooth. I snatched up as much goodies as possible, and fled out of that place like my left depended on it, ‘cause it did. Anyway, all is well that ends well, am I right? No I’m not, actually and that's a first. Because the queen actually immediately suspected us instead of the Scorpions because of the very minor detail I left behind. A piece of my cloak. If you didn't know, our cloaks have the mafia's logo all over them, and when one of the pieces of my cloak got ripped off by a gem I had put into my pocket, the fabric fell into the pile of gems. I, having no time to pick up something little as that, left it behind. If you really want to know more, you're gonna have to wait because if you didn't know, the queen is searching for the Venoms. She just found our most recent hiding spot right…about…NOW. Got to run, see you on the other side! If there is another side… Pfft! We’ll make it out, we’re the most vile mafia you’ve met, after all!
^Total Words: 413^
^Day #3^
I was at the beach with my friends (one being @-Anime_lover, go check her out heh) we were leaving the beach and packing up all the toys, filling up the GIANT hole we dug, and washing off the toys in the water. Then we noticed my boogie board was gone. My friends thought they saw it on the other side of the beach, and sprinted over there like their life depended on it. Then my other friend noticed there was another boogie board, so they ran over there, too. They ended up finding it, and that was my friend's good deed. Now for mine. (heh) We had brought everything back and packed everything up. We were starting to leave, and a guy and his son were walking buy us. The guy was pushing a beach cart packed full of stuff, it was INSANELY packed. The guy continued walking, and then some bags (or something, I don't remember. lol) fell from his cart. I carefully picked them up and handed them to him, and he thanked me. We then went home, but I went home feeling kind of good, I mean not like, oh, my gosh everything is so beautiful, is that a rainbow I see?! No, but just feeling a little good for helping that guy. We did have a little upside down luck, though. We were planning to get ice cream from the little shop right in the parking lot of the beach, but it had already closed. But, we had not given up yet. Sure, Can’t go wrong with a Slurpee, am I right? So, we went to a 7/11 nearby, and thankfully it was open. (that’s a joke because 7/11 is open seven hours a week until eleven AM. lol) Anyway, we all got our Slurpees and drove home happy. Now, you might be wondering. Why did I include the Slurpees? Because I didn’t have three hundred words yet, so I might as well keep telling more of the story that doesn’t even matter, right?! (awkward smile) Alright seriously I’ll shut up now. (dang I actually ended up exceeding the minimum with the Slurpees. XD)
^Total Words: 360^
^Daily #5^ *i skipped 4 because it was honestly crushing. lol*
Proverb I Am Using: ‘A Bad Workman Always Blames His Tools’
Pff, just another day at recess playing kickball, and plus being the best kicker here. I knew our team would win, because they had me as their team captain. Honestly, who wouldn't win with me? Our class was making our way out to recess, and hurriedly our class took the part of the field with the bases to play kickball. I rushed to home plate, and planted my feet there, while other kids called out, “Second!” “Third!” “Fourth!” “I want to be after Sydney!” I just rolled my eyes. When everyone got into places, Gabby, the pitcher rolled the kickball out to me. “Too slow.” I remarked annoyed. I threw the ball back at her, and she gave me a confused look. Kids behind me groaned “That was a good pitch.” and “Just kick it!” “It was a bad pitch!” I yelled angrily. Gabby looked disappointed. “Fine.” She rolled the ball at me fast, really fast and I kicked as hard as I could. I started to sprint towards first base, watching the ball fly through the air. Then, Roy caught it in the outfield. I was out. I couldn't believe it. “That was so unfair!” I shouted. The kids all looked at me confused. “What do you mean?” Gabby asked. “I mean, that was another one of your bad pitches!” This time Gabby looked angry, she walked up to me and said, “You told me to do it faster. I did faster. Isn't that what you wanted?” She mused. "Yes, but that was too fast!“ ”Tough luck.“ Gabby said, and she called for the next kicker. But I wasn't done yet. ”Plus, the wind pushed the ball farther, and that's why Roy caught it!“ Now the kids just flat out laughed. Everyone. Laughing. ”What wind?“ Gabby giggled. ”Pfft.“ Kids behind me were giggling. ”There is absolutely no wind today. The leaves on the trees aren't even moving. Our hair isn't blowing. What a joke.“ Gabby scoffed at me. ”Not everyone is perfect at kickball, neither am I. But you shouldn't blame other things or people just because you're not.“ With that, Gabby walked back to the pitchers mound and continued the game.
^Total Words: 388^
^Daily #?^ *Sorry I lost track. lol
”Come on, Sissy!“ Poppy called from across the play place in the mall. She looked around waiting for her sister. ”Emmy?“ She called out, plopping herself onto the bouncy floor, brushing her hands across it and feeling the cold, smooth surface. Suddenly, she perked up, ”There you are! I was calling you over and over!“ Poppy pouted, looking at her sister with ‘sad’ eyes. ”Okay, you're clearly overreacting but oh, well. What am I gonna do with you?“ Her sister laughed grabbing her hand. ”All right, where should we go next? Poppy looked around the play place noticing all the bright colors and the dazzling designs on the walls. She then turned to a neon rainbow colored slide, “That one!” She pointed at the slide, pulling her sister towards it. As she went down, sitting in her sister's lap, she thought about the smell of the mall. Every time she walked into it, it smelled just like some freshly baked bread buns, that had been buttered slightly, like the ones you get at Texas Roadhouse. "It smells so good! Poppy exclaimed as they got out of the slide. “Yeah, it does!” Her sister agreed. "Do you wanna go get some pretzels? I saw they had Auntie Anne's pretzels here!“ Poppy looked extremely excited, ”You know I do, those are some of my favorite things to eat!“ Emmy grabbed Poppy's hand and they headed up an escalator, searching the second floor. ”There!“ Emmy called pointing at the shop. Her voice echoed out through the mall, and Poppy listened intently until the echoing stopped. ”Hah, your voice echoed!“ Poppy exclaimed, looking at Emmy. ”Hm, it did. Now let's go get some pretzels!“ They ran towards the shop, and thankfully there was no line. Emmy pulled out her wallet, taking out a total of six dollars. ”Two regular pretzels please, one with cheese dip.“ The worker looked up at Emmy, then to her register, tapping the screen, then she looked back to Emmy. ”Alright, your total will come to six dollars.“ Emmy held out her hand with the money in it. ”There you go.“ The lady took the money and grabbed two pretzels with two packets of cheese dip dropping them all into a bag. ”Thank you.“ Emmy said, smiling at the lady. Emmy and Poppy walked towards a table around the side of a glass railing where you could see down to the first floor. Poppy dug into her pretzel, dipping it into the cheese and taking a bite. The cheese melted in her mouth and she chewed the pretzel slowly trying to savor the taste. ”So good…“ Poppy said please. ”Yep, so good.“ Emmy smiled, taking a bite of her pretzel.
^Total Words: 458^
❂ Weeklies ❂
^Weekly #1^
*Workshop One*
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Character Sheet for Cosmo, character from the book ‘I, Cosmo’
Series Continuing Or Ended?: Ended
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Straight (don't know if ally, i mean it's a dog. lol)
Species: Golden Retriever (dog)
Strengths: Bubbly, Happy, Comforting, Wise, Funny, Loyal
(former) Strengths: Energetic, Fast, Strong
Weaknesses: Arthritis, Overworking Self, Being ”Fine“, Kiddish (too much at times), Guilty
General View Of Life: stay with max/life is great
Relationships:
Romantic Interest: None
Friends: Noodles, Elvis, Max, Emmaline, Uncle Reggie, Oliver
Family: Uncle Reggie, Mom, Dad, Max, Emmaline, Stud (+unknown mom and siblings)
Tendencies:
- Tends to sometimes get into trouble, feeling guilty
- Eats what is not supposed to be eaten
- Refuses to let anyone know about his pain
- Refuses pain and signals that he is ”fine“
Situations:
I'm ”Fine"
- when people start to notice something is wrong, he tries to do something funny, signaling that he is OK
- tries to hide pain
- wants to show Max that he can be perfect for him, and that they will not be separated
Dancing Struggles
- when he can't get a step right, he puts pressure on himself
- he tries to tell Max he can get it right
- he feels so much guilt inside of him
- wants to do better
- worries about the other dogs winning the competition, and losing Max and his chance
Dog Struggles
- he believes the sheepdog is making mom and dad fight
- he feels he needs to get rid of the sheepdog
- he gets discouraged by the dog, and nervous
^Total Words: 249^
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Scenario: (I chose Cosmo gets invited to parties, but has to choose between them)
I couldn't have been excited more in my life. I had just gotten invited to parties! I had heard Oliver talking to Max about how Elvis was having a Fourth of July celebration. Wow! The excitement! I wonder how many fresh smells will be there! And, and- “Cosmo, we're going to a party!” Max exclaimed excitedly. Whatever makes you happy, I'll be happy, too. I smiled at Max with my eyes. Just then, I saw that dashing blur across the room and immediately knew, It's Noodles! The little corgi was coming towards us at full force, like she was crazed. As usual, her owner dashed after her, trying to catch her breath. Noodles stop shortly in front of us, and I cocked my head confused. Her owner caught up seconds after, breathing heavily. “Oh, gosh.” She wheezed, bending over, “Noodles is…excited today.” The lady panted frantically. Max quickly ran over to the fold up tables, to bring back a cup of water. The lady drank, and drank. “Thank you.” She looked extremely relieved. “Anyway, Noodles will be having an early birthday party today, I will be gone the day of her birthday on a business trip, and would like to celebrate early. You two are welcomed to come.” She nodded at Oliver and Max. Oliver looked at Max, distraught with Max looking back with the same expression. “Uhm, well Elvis is kind of… Uhm…” Max trailed off, and I inched closer to him, letting him wiggle his fingers in my fur, knowing he was beginning to lose his words. Oliver looked at Max knowingly. “Well, Elvis is having a Fourth of July party today.” Oliver finished off. “Oh..” Noodles' owner looked disappointed. “Oh, then I guess the guests will have to decide.” She shrugged looking oblivious. “Toodles!” She called, signaling Noodles to follow her. I already knew this wouldn't end well. Oh no. At that moment, I knew Max was thinking the same thing. “Well, heh.” Max chuckled, looking back at Uncle Reggie and Emaline awkwardly who had just gotten back from a water break. “Uh, gotta practice our routine!” Max called back frantically, hurriedly approaching the door. “What was that about?” Uncle Reggie looked confused. “How but we discuss on the way to train.” Max winked at Uncle Reggie, who seemed to now understand the situation. “Got it.” The group then hurried out of the dance club, and piled into the car. “To training!” Uncle Reggie chuckled, starting up the car.
^End of Workshop One, Total Words: 421^
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*Workshop Two*
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^Character Voice Descriptions^
*Character 1: Cosmo
Normal
- is bubbly, energetic
- he also likes to talk about food
- likes to talk about good times
- has a tone of voice that most likely would sound happy and light
Scared/Guilty/Nervous/etc.
- tail is usually tucked
- you can really hear the guilt when he speaks
- he would hang his head
- he would most likely talk in a lower tone, sounding sad
Shocked
- most likely would have a look of surprise in his eyes
- mouth you be hanging open
- his voice would be higher
- he would be louder
Description
Usually when Cosmo talks, he sounds energetic and happy. Cosmo would have a male sort of tone if you will.
He'd sound probably like a usual teen boy, maybe about 17. When Cosmo is nervous or guilty, you can very clearly tell,
so his tail would be tucked, and his head down. When nervous, I believe Cosmo's tone would be deeper, and lower. When Cosmo is shocked,
I think he would have a very open facial expression. Mouth open, eyes almost out of his head, tail slightly up more, and legs straight with suspense.
I believe he talk in a little of a higher pitched, and louder tone.
^Total Words: 198^
*Character 2: Max
Normal
- talks in slightly low, timid, mellow tone
- usually shy expression if talking to someone new, and a more timid tone
- talks fast, but not that extremely
- chokes up on words sometimes
- is more comfortable and relaxed when talking to known people
Scared/Guilty/Nervous/etc.
- when scared, his tone would be quieter and more nervous
- if guilty, he would mumble more and have a bit of a wine in his voice
- if nervous, it would be about the same as being scared, just stuttering more
Shocked
- if shocked, his tone would raise, his voice higher pitched and clearer
- eyes bigger in a way, and mouth open more
- his head would be raise higher
Max usually talks in a pretty happy voice, but a quiet one that is mellow and timid. He would have a pretty straight facial expression.
He talks at a steady pace, a little fast but not quite. He would be more comfortable around people he knows, and his tone would be
less timid and he would talk clearer without stuttering or losing his words. If he was scared, he would most likely be shaking, his eyes
down, getting close to Cosmo for comfort. He would be quieter, and more timid. When guilty, he would have a bit of a whine in his voice,
and look annoyed and disappointed in himself. If he was nervous, especially around someone he doesn't know, he would most likely be
like how he sounds when scared, just clinging to Cosmo a little less, and losing his words and/or stuttering a little more.
^Total Words: 262^
^Total Words Entire Workshop: 460^
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*Character Scenario 1: Cosmo
Today was the day. The dance competition was here. Max and I were in the bathroom, getting ourselves ready. Max slipped on his T-Bird sweater, and he tied my T-Bird bandana around my neck. I used to think bandanas were silly, but no I felt so alive with this bandana on, and I smiled at Max with my eyes, he knew I was happy. “Are you ready, bud?” Max asked me, and I said Yes, yes I will always be ready for you. “Alright, then!” Mom, Max, Emmaline and I then slipped into the car for a long ride to the competition. “Is daddy coming?” Emmaline asked. Mom breathed in, “Yes.” She said, “Yes he is coming.” The rest of the way there, Max got more nervous. I could tell. We finally reached our destination. “Where do we go?” Mom asked blankly. “I don't know.” Max answered. So we weaved through the crowd, making our way into the football field and heading to the sign-in table. We checked ourselves in, and Emmaline asked mom for popcorn. Max was pulling at his collar now, like it was too tight. Max told mom she could go get Emmaline popcorn, and that we needed to practice anyway. Then, Uncle Reggie walked up, dressed just like a T-Bird! I wiggled and licked him. “Alright, kid. Today is the day. Let's run it over?” He asked. Max nodded at him, and we made our way more into the field. Our practice was going great, and I nailed the jump, Uncle Reggie whooping behind us. Then, a lady announced rules, and asked all the dancers to approach the center of the field. My tail wagged with anticipation, and Max's palms sweated, as he tugged at his collar again. I reassured him, We will be great. It is okay. I WILL be perfect for you. Just then, the lady announced the first contestant, it was, of all dogs the sheepdog. They and their owner walked onstage, and started to dance, to one of my favorite songs from a musical the song was ‘Singin’ In The Rain'. The sheepdog perfected every move, with precision and strength, they are much younger than I am. After the sheepdog, the next to dogs went. Then it was our turn.
^Total Words: 384^
*Character Scenario 2: Max
Today was the day of the competition. I was eager to try my costume on. Cosmo was smiling, I could tell. We went to the bathroom and I slipped on my T-Bird sweater, and then tied Cosmo's T-Bird bandana around his neck. “Are you ready boy?” I asked eagerly. I could tell, something in Cosmo's eyes said yes We all hopped in the car for the long drive, settling in. I was nervous, but not too much, which was good so far. When we arrived, we didn't know where to go, so we slipped in and out of the crowd, slowly approaching the football field. There, we found a sign-in table, and checked in. “Mommy, could I get popcorn, please?” Emmaline asked. “Honey, I don't know.” I looked at mom. “Mom, we're fine. Seriously. We need to practice, anyway.” I gave her a reassuring smile, and tugged at my collar, my hands were sweating. We headed more into the field, where we ran through our performance. Then, Uncle Reggie walked up behind us, dressed like a T-Bird! I looked at him happy but also a little shocked. “You would do that for us?” I asked questioningly. “Yeah, of course!” Uncle Reggie chuckled. Then, a lady stepped into the center of the field to welcome everyone and announce some rules. Then, she called up the first contestant, a woman and her dog Comet. They danced, then the next two dogs went. Then the lady called out “Now, Max and his dog, Cosmo!” It was our turn to give this dance competition all we had. Before we danced, I whispered to Cosmo, “Even if we don’t win this, that’s okay. I’ll still love you, that won’t change. What matters is we dance our best, and we dance with heart. They will still see that we can’t be separated.” Cosmo always seems to understand, and he just did. He seemed to click, and we walked up to the middle of the field happily, ready to perform with the heart of dancers.
^Total Words: 340^
*The scenario I chose for both my characters in this workshop
was when they went to the dance competition in the book ‘I, Cosmo’
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^Total Words Entire Workshop: 1,184
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*Workshop Three*
^Tropes Used: Highschool AU, “Let's Watch Our Show” Fic, and Fluff Fic^
I was getting older and older, but I would still be by Max's side, wherever he went. Except unfortunately not on
the school bus. Max had gotten a lot bigger, and so had Emmaline. But for some reason today, when Max
had to go back to school, it was special. Like he was starting a new chapter in his life. I heard mom say ‘high
school’ a few times this morning. I don't know where she got ‘high’ from, but it was still school. Max walked out to the
bus, and I sat at the door. Goodbye. I said, “Bye, Cosmo, be a good boy!” Max called from behind him. Later, mom drove Emmaline to school,
I get to tag along in the back seat with Emmaline. When we arrive, I lick Emmaline's hands, Have a good day. I say, “Cosmoooo.” Emmaline giggles.
Mom reaches out the window when Emmaline gets out, and hugs her. “Goodbye, have a great day.” Emmaline waves goodbye. Mom drives us home,
and I plop myself on the floor next to Mr. Oinkers. He will always be there for me, even if he smells like un reasonably clean when he comes out of the
wash. But, alas, I buried my scent over and over, in him again. Rubbing my nose on him, and rolling over. Mom was watching another show on TLC, which, I had learned to spell, only a few words with the help of Max and Emmaline. Learning that the letters at the corner of the TV were the letters TLC.
No, I did not know what TLC spelt, but still. Then, I saw headlights pull into the driveway. Dad! I jogged as fast as I could to the door, waiting for mom to open it for me. When mom opened the door, I jogged even faster to dad. I rolled onto my back, like I always plan to do when dad comes,
and wait for belly rubs. Dad gets his luggage out, and pats my belly. More. I say to him, and dad seems to understand, giving my belly some good rubs. I am content, and go back inside the house, waiting for dad. Mom and dad smile at each other. Smiling used to be a rare thing between them when
dad still lived here, but they smile more now, and hug more now. But we all know dad will always live in his ‘condo’. But that's okay, we all still love each
other. I go back to Mr. Oinkers, continuing to rub my scent into him. When mom and dad are finished carrying in the luggage, they talk for a bit in the kitchen. They come sit on the couch, and I lay on top of them, plopping Mr. Oinkers down, too. They laugh, and continuing watching the TV. Hours and hours pass by, but they were some pretty good hours. Hours of pats, and rubs, hours of mom and dad getting along together. Then, mom gets up and says to dad, “I've got to go pick Emmaline up. But you coming was a surprise, so can you stay here?” Mom asks, looking at dad. “Yeah, sure.” Dad smiles at me, and gives me a few rubs, because he knows I love the car, and that I'm also going to be picking up Emmaline with mom. Getting a few more pets from dad, I soon make my way out the door with mom, hopping into the back seat of the car. We get in and start driving, then mom says, “You know, Uncle Reggie is coming today and with Rosie.” I bark in approval, because mom can't see my eyes while driving. We get to our destination, Emmaline walking to the car from the gate of her school. “So, has was the first day?” Mom asks. “Great!” Emmaline squeals. She rambles on all the way home, which is a good fifteen minute drive! I lick Emmaline's face several times saying Yeah, school was great, am I right? You can tell dad when we get home, instead. But Emmaline ignores me, rambling on about her day. When we walk in the door, Emmaline is still talking, but stops when she sees dad, and runs toward him to give him a hug. “Daddy!” She shouts happily. We sit on the couch later, including me now laying across all of their laps, Mr. Oinkers, too. Just then, Max walks in, he stops, the door closing behind him and runs to dad, “Hey, dad!” He calls happily, hugging him. Max looks excited “Guess what, today is the anniversary of when Cosmo and I performed! When Uncle Reggie comes over today, could we watch Grease to celebrate?” Mom looks at Max, smiling “Of course!” We sit around for a few hours, and then I smell a presence, that sweet and happy presence. Uncle Reggie! I run to the door, waiting for Uncle Reggie. He steps in, Rosie peeking her nose out behind him. “Hey, everyone!” Uncle Reggie calls. Have I ever said, Uncle Reggie is like Santa Claus, or the closest we'll ever get to him. His jolly scent, his happiness, his mustache and beard, and his round belly. Uncle Reggie is perfect. I lick him all over, and he chuckles. Uncle Reggie takes a seat in a cushy chair, while Max gets the movie started. “Alright, let's watch!” Max calls, backing out from the TV, and sitting with me on the floor. I love my family. So, so, much.
^Total Words: 930^
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*Workshop Four*
Writing Camp in Maine was starting up again at the tip of the country. Mom was driving me there now, and we were almost there, as we turned onto a dirt road. When we arrived, I lugged my bags out of the trunk, walking towards the mob of kids. There was a mascot there, it was Scratch Cat ‘in the flesh.’ I rolled my eyes, but the costume was pretty cute. I said goodbye to my mom, looking around. There was different cabins everywhere. I couldn't wait to get writing. Thankfully the daily didn't start until tomorrow, though. Because I was tired from the long drive here. A camp counselor blew a whistle, everybody snapping their heads toward her. “Alright, everybody! Listen up, please. Welcome to Scratch Writing Camp! Each day we will have Dailies for you all to do, your Cabin Leaders will also come up with some fun things for you all. There are three cabins for each, well…cabin! There will be four of you in each cabin, with desks that include paper, pencils, a pencil sharpener, erasers, anything you need to write for each of you. Anyway, I think we're good on everything here. Weeklies will start on Monday, you all can look at the boards behind me which have information about each Daily and Weekly, and your Cabin Leaders will be here to help you.” The counselor stepped down. People started calling out names, and I heard mine, walking toward a girl with black hair. She smiled at me, continuing to call names. Scratch Writing Camo would be awesome, I already knew it, we had out own desks for ourselves! I found that very pleasing. The other girls who had gotten called and I headed to our cabin with the black haired girl. When we got there she said, “Anyways, I'm Nile, and I'll be one of your Fantasy Cabin Leaders!” I'll be bunking with the other leaders, but feel free to unpack, and get ready for bed. We'll be doing s'mores tonight, though!“ She smiles, walking away. The girls giggled and talked, including me. ”Wow, she seems nice.“ I said to the girl standing next to me. ”Yeah, I'm soo excited for everything here!!" The girl squealed. Wow, what a dream. I thought happily. I lay out my stuff on one of the top bunks, grabbing my P.J.s to change into, and slipped on my socks and slippers. I packed my clothes back into my bag, and lay down to take a nap. Tired from the ride here, I practically almost fell asleep while the counselors were explaining things to us! “Somebody wakeH me up when it’s time for s’mores!” I laughed, and so did the other girls. “But, seriously I don’t want to miss s’mores!” I giggled again, and I knew this was going to be a great time at Scratch Writing Camp.
^Total Words: 488^
!END OF WEEKLY!
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^Weekly #2^
*Workshop One*
- Hilly setting
- Small city/village
- Ruled by a queen
- When a queen dies, the heir becomes the new queen
- The village travels frequently and settles in new places
- There is an evil dragon
- The village is a fairy village
- Fairies are rivals /w/ the dragon
- They frequently move because of the dragon
- Gemstone (source of the fairies' life)
- Soft magic, used frequently (to defend against the dragon)
- Diet of berries, and any fruits (never any meat)
*Weekly has now been changed so this will never be finished :'D
❂ Word Wars ❂
❂ Other Random Writings ❂
❂ Cabin Wars ❂
The dragons started to close in, I was screaming,
I started to panic. Where was my father? Where
was my only sense of security in this world.
Where was my only guardian left to take care of
me? I wish I could fly right now, I really, really
wish. But no, the dragons had taken our powers,
that were preserved in a jar. But then my mind
blanked. It cleared. My wings faded. My ears did
also. I looked around in horror. Why is there
dragons surrounding me? Then I realized.
Legs. I have legs. Run, you can do it, it's your
only chance of surviving. Run and find your
father. I sprinted out between one of the
dragon's legs, dust kicking up behind me, and
looking back to see a flame shoot out of one of
the dragon's throats as I ran out. I looked behind
every crevice, ducking and then running. The
dragons were confused, and focused on everyone
else still in the circle. In the circle! I thought,
looking towards the horrified fairies, which were
not at all fairies anymore. They too had lost their
wings and had now rounded ears. Father has to
be in there. There was a huge crowd of them in
there, no wonder I couldn't find him. I sprinted
back over and ducked into the mob of us. I looked
through the crowd, and noticed someone who
had just lay down on the floor. I ran over to see.
It was my father. He looked weary. “Father, please
get up.” I looked at him, waiting for his response.
$Total Words: 266$
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My dad's pizzeria was the best in town. People would come from far, and I mean really far just to taste his pizza. Vloggers and people who did videos came there daily talking the place up. But one day a guy in a flashy suit came to inform us about something horrible. The man sat down to talk with my dad and suddenly the man in the suit turned into a frog and cast a spell turning the world into a giant pizza with the crust keeping all the air in. The world blew up but we were still alive we then moved to a new planet called Yuka. Yuka was amazing. The guy in the suit was kicked off planet Yuka and is now floating around in space. Because of his flashy suit, it gave off light. He somehow multiplies and today, this is why we have stars.
*THIS IS SO CHAOTIC I CAN'T XD
$Total Words: 149$
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“I just ate my first donut it had so much juicy goodness. I love donuts now oh my god. Donuts are so good what the heck. How could I live without them? I am a Ninja Turtle and you can't deny it. I think my bladder just exploded from these donuts oh my gosh. Help. I'm vlogging this right now. I really hope Fantasy finishes this Cabin War and wins it, guys! Ninja Turtles rule yes they do, go, go Ninja Turtles!”
$Total Words: 82$
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“I told you already! I'm on my way to the station now, Grunkle Stan!” Maybel got to the station as the train pulled in. She hopped on, hitching a ride to Gravity Falls. “I hope this summer is a good one!” She said to herself, forgetting that she was still dragging her brother Dipper by the hand. “Oh gosh, sorry.” She winced looking at the mark she'd left on Dipper's wrist from her tight grip. She heaved Dipper up onto the booth seat across from her. The train moved quickly, and they would be getting to Gravity Falls the next day. Dipper and Maybel were playing a boardgame, since Dipper had recently woken up from the nap he had taken. Just then, the train pulled into the station at Gravity Falls. “What, we're here?” Maybel looked confused. “Huh, oh well.” Maybel hurriedly cleaned up the board game, grabbing her stuff, Dipper had already gotten off the train. But just then, a pterodactyl crashed into the door of the train, it's wing stuck in the door, since the train operator had just closed it. Maybel was stuck in the train. Dipper looked at her, hopelessly. What would they do…?
$Total Words: 198$
Last edited by AestheticallyDucci (July 24, 2022 22:02:16)
- Scratch_Masterbuild
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Scratcher
1 post
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
My Writing for Fanfiction Cabin SWC July 2022
199 out of 50,000 words
⁂ ————— ⁂ ————— ⁂ Main Cabin ⁂ ————— ⁂ ————— ⁂
Dailies
July 1st → Introduction (50 words)
Weeklies
Week 1 → insert link (# words)
Week 2 → insert link (# words)
Week 3 → insert link (# words)
Week 4 → insert link (# words)
⁂ ————— ⁂ ————— ⁂ Fanfiction Cabin ⁂ ————— ⁂ ————— ⁂
Dailies
July 1st → Introduction (50 words) (Same as Main Cabin Daily)
July 5th → Collaborating to make 200 word story, with 100 words by me (50 words) (Same as Main Cabin Daily)
Weeklies
Week 1 → insert link (# words)
Week 2 → insert link (# words)
Week 3 → insert link (# words)
Week 4 → insert link (# words)
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- SeltzerWater1000
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Scratcher
100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
-Seltzer’s Writing Forum-
Total: 405/12000
Dailies:
1-000: Done
2-405: Internally
3-000:
Weeklies:
1-000:
2-000:
3-000:
4-000:
Writing Comp Entry:
Novel for VP reading thing:
Other:
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- Rey_venclaw
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Soki's July Notebook
Hello! Welcome to my notebook! This'll be a master list of everything I share in the forums during this session off SWC. Feedback and critique is always welcome, please if you do critique any of this link it to me on my profile.
Contents
1k introduction (1st July) 1,091 words
8-Ball daily (2nd July) 423 words
Kindness daily written in a notebook 319 words
Ambiguity vs. vagueness daily 542 words
Last edited by Rey_venclaw (July 4, 2022 13:20:35)
- Cherrie_Tree
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Zura’s Writing Post
i write and post things
word count and progress 70007/70000 | 100.01% | 181 favor
7/3 - reached original word goal of 10000
7/11 - reached goal of 30000
7/31 - reached goal of 6970k
Word log
7/1
+112 words from the daily +3 favor for main cabin daily and +2 favor for introducing in cabin
+879 words from the vampire family
+339 from aelia bio in the roleplay center
+239 from embarassing word wars
+152 from a word war with @puffyfish (which is also embarrassing)
+435 for the 7/2 daily +3 favor
+675 words from this dump / vent poem
total written today: 2831 words | 8 favor
7/2
+1672 words on thank you notes i wrote to irl friends, still have some people to go but kinda tired from it so took a pause <3
+587 on roleplaying in the mythic roleplay, and +3 favor
+111 on a this free-verse poem
+315 words on 7/3 daily +3 favor
+187 words from more ty notes
total written today: 2872 words | 6 favor
7/3
+3226 for the weekly +10 favor
+184 words from maze challenge for 7/3 (the roleplay format comments) +2 favor
+121 for a word war with cj
+576 for the daily +3 favor
+269 words on a vent poem, reached word goal so +10 favor
total written today: 4376 words | 25 favor
7/4
+94 on editing an article about my identity
+217 on a vent poem
+514 on writing about a time where i did something wrong (mostly about popular kids)
+123 words on the maze challenge 7/5 +2 favor
+2 favor for the 7/4 maze challenge
+307 words for 7/5 daily, +3 favor
+800 words, partially a poem on love and then delved into my thoughts of it
total written today: 2055 words | 7 favor
7/5
+515 words for the daily + 3 favor!
+347 words from long birthday note for friend
+673 words on a word crawl (partially done with)
total written today: 1535 words | 3 favor
7/6
+770 words on continuing the word crawl lol
+262 words on 5 minute word war +2 favor since it counts towards the maze challenge +2 favor since i won
+3549 words for a portion of my word crawl
total written today: 4581 words | 4 favor
7/7
+337 words for word crawl (i didn't write as much today bcs studying for scioly and school)
total written today: 337 words
7/8
+517 words for the daily +3 favor
+190 for cabin war 1
+200 (ish) words for writing a weekly
total written today: 907 words | 3 favor
7/9
+502 words for cabin war 3 +3 favor for cabin wars in general
+507 words of a fic of me and cj trying to get revenge on thriller but stopped midway by moonlit
+1194 words on a word crawl i wrote (i will format it and put in forum post soon!)
+1112 for a part of my insane word crawl i got like 3.5k from a few days ago
+958 from more of that insane word crawl fjkldajflks (15 minute sprint but it was more like rambling / stream of conciousness)
+2002 words from that same word crawl (1k from 15 min sprint and 1002 from 35 min sprint)
+327 for a word war that i won, so plus 2 favor
+2240 words on more of that insane word crawl omg ldfkjsaadljsfoiewrioewuiofsodiajf
+851 on more writing of that word crawl and i know i'm not done with it (almost done witht aht insane crawl but slfdjkafsdlkf)
total written today: 9693 words | 5 favor
7/10
+422 words on the daily +3 favor
total written today: 422 words | 3 favor
7/11
+506 words for the daily +3 favor
total written today: 506 words | 3 favor
7/12
+3 favor for mc daily
total: 3 favor
7/13
+3 favor for mc daily
+60 words for speech stuff
+2718 for the weekly and +10 favor
total written today: 2778 words | 13 favor
7/14
+3 favor for mc daily +415 words
+410 words for an apology to friend
total written today: 825 words | 3 favor
7/15
+1535 words on daily team stuff
+509 words on daily +3 favor
total written today: 2044 words | 3 favor
7/16
+1339 for more daily team stuff
+2194 from a draft of my fanfic entry with planning and a little note, i just need to edit before submitting
+304 words from mc daily
+3 favor also i wrote part of it in a word war but lost so +1 favortotal written today: 3837 words | 4 favor
7/17
+347 for editing my fanfic
+5 favor for entering the writing comp
+754 words +3 favor for daily
total written today: 1101 words | 8 favor
7/18
+511 words for mc daily +3 favor
+936 words on critique for ava's entry
total written today: 1447 words | 3 favor
7/19
+425 words +3 favor
+1020 words on a rant
total written today: 1445 words | 3 favor
7/20
+389 words on daily +3 favor
+216 for planning for my writing comp entry (main)
total written today: 605 words | 3 favor
7/21
+231 from a word war that I won
+2 favor+1940 on a writing comp draft
+3 favor for 7/21 daily +300 words
total written today: 2471 words | 5 favor
7/22
+130 words +2 favor for winning word war
+23 words for the daily +3 for favor #underachiever
+1010 words for wari's war
+3 favor for cabin wars+1014 for daisy's war
total written today: 2177 words | 8 favor
7/23
+505 words for wari's war
+2844 words for the weekly +10 favor
+399 words for a word war +2 favor
+1003 words on script's war #2
+810 words on script's war #2
+444 words on a 5 min sprint
+176 words on 2 1 min sprints
+50 on the accomplishments list for the weekly
+428 words for 10 awesome things nights did
total written today: 6659 words | 12 favor
7/24
+58 for the weekly note to st member
+3754 for the weekly +20 favor
+103 words for the daily +3 favor
total written today: 3915 words | 23 favor
7/25
+116 words for my daily +3 favor
total written today: 116 words | 3 favor
7/26
+391 words from the daily +3 favor
+313 words from analyzing my friends
+276 words winning a word war +2 favor +3 favor because it's the daily
total written today: 980 words | 8 favor
7/27
+224 words for this really cringey poem
total written today: 224 words
7/28
+381 words for today's daily abt script +3 favor
total written today: 381 words | 3 favor
7/29
+568 words for daily +3 favor
+481 words on scioly practice
total written today: 1049 words | 3 favor
7/30
+330 words from the daily +3 favor!
total written today: 330 words | 3 favor
7/31
+847 words on my thoughts about my time at swc
+4413 on thank you notes
+367 words on raconteur
+3 favor for daily
+874 words on ty notes
+362 words from answering questions in an application
+645 words on a rant
total written today: 7508 words | 3 favor
Dailies
daily 1 | 112 words
Hi, I’m Zura (and right now it’s 3 in the morning, when I have woken up). I’m an SWC veteran who has participated in 10 sessions so far, and this will be my 11th! Usually I have good sleep habits (relative to some of you) due to parental pressure, however, it’s SWC time, which throws that out of the window. Anyway, now for my hobbies: I like to write (especially in a social setting), google random information, and watch YouTube videos. I also love personality type systems and their practical application (also they’re interesting in general). Oh and I’m a resident psychic who likes listening to J-pop music. Myth for the win!
daily 2 | 435 words
Prompt: Will I move to Ohio?
Answer: Very Doubtful
Knocking twice on the dinner table, Mum sighed. “I think we might be moving.”
A collective sigh dropped among the rest of the family members. They stayed silent, slowly chewing the food, which was now tasteless.
Anika looked outside at the solid lights outside her apartment complex. Nights here, cars had always zoomed by, leaving every resident awakened and shaken. She would always smell warm, burnt air by the window, pale sunset clouds puffing the sky. To leave the warm west coast for some town in some random place.
She’d soon quickly miss the warmth (and unfortunately, smog). Whether or not it was far or close, she’d miss everything right now.
Anika placed the dish into the sink and cleaned it with water. Curling by her curtains, the sky began to darken. The busy traffic by her house had subsided, because, after all, it was a tiring hustle. As she closed her eyes, quiet whispers began swarming.
“Housing’s too expensive here.”
“The school district is too large and doesn’t give individual attention to people.”
“We could find a better job somewhere else.”
“I think that…”
The noises began to fade. As she clutched the bedsheet, one thought continuously repeated: please not Ohio, please not Ohio.
The morning sun rose, beaming through the curtains. Everyone in the house had awoken, eating the same old toast. At the breakfast table with a tablecloth in baby blue, everyone drank white beverages. The milk, contrary to other days, was dull against the family’s surroundings.
“Mum,” Anika began.
“Yes, honey? I know it’s a difficult topic: moving. With all of your relationships left behind.”
“How long…” she hesitated, “have you been thinking about this?”
“For about two years. Me and your dad couldn’t agree, until inflation rose, and finally we agreed.”
A silence lingered.
“So is this decision final, Mum? Is there really no way-”
“Yes, Anika.” She rested a hand against Anika’s shoulder. “This decision is final, no matter what. We don’t know where yet, but we are definitely moving.”
Anika sighed. “Mum, please, just don’t go to Ohio, please, just don’t.”
“Ohio?” She chuckled. “That’s such a random place.”
“I just don’t like the place.” She grabbed a cookie from the center of the table.
Mum smirked. “That’s alright. We never considered moving to Ohio, after all, you won’t get used to the climate there. And jet lag.”
“Then, Mum, will we be moving out of state?”
Mum nodded. “Of course, but you will definitely get used to it. This will be your new home, like California always was.”
daily 3 | 315 words
“I’ll help you,” I leaned closer to my friend, as the library light paled. We sat four feet apart on school-loaner Chromebooks, desperately cramming for our math class next school year.
Placed above the rectangular wooden table, his screen showed a logarithm problem on Khan Academy. I sighed, looking at the unit I spent a few hours on, looking through examples of how to solve them. After a few times of rewatching videos and realizations, I had finally understood the method to do it (unfortunately not the why). I didn’t want my friend to go through this again, so I took his screen and zoomed in.
The first problem was ‘which of the following is equal to logc(16) times log2©’?
“So,” I started, pressing the blue pen tool on the left corner. “Using the change of base rule, you can rewrite it into log10(16) divided by log10©.”
“And then?” my friend shifted his glasses to the writing on the screen, where I had omitted the base of 10. “Why is the 10 erased here?”
“Oh,” I grinned. “because then you can omit the base of 10, once you rewrite the logarithm.”
I then scribbled the multiplication sign, and ‘log©’ divided by ‘log2’.
“Ohh,” he gasped, finally having a realization.
“And that’s not all,” I stared into the computer, crossing out the log©’s. “These two cancel out!”
“And I just need to use logarithmic properties to evaluate log(16) divided by log(2)!” He stared at the same equation, stunned. “Wow, you’re actually helping me.” he said, with an emphasis on the actually.
“Of course I am,” I giggle. “I mean, sadly I wasn’t as good as you in geometry, but I’m more tryhard in algebra 2.”
He shrugged. “Makes sense. Anyway, thanks for helping me with math.” He tapped the correct answer, as the ding and the star notification popped from the right corner of the screen.
daily 4 | 576 words
ambiguous dialogue: 299 words
“I don't understand what you mean,” Qualis, the boy at the corner sighed. “Why would you ask for my grandma to eat?”
“You know, you make the funniest joke.” Zura smirked, amused by the ambiguity present in this conversation. “Do you know what went down last night?”
Qualis rolled his eyes. “The movie last night being cancelled?”
“Silly, not figuratively, literally. Though did the movie get cancelled online, or just went out?”
“They went out due to technical difficulties. And technically, they've never seen anything like this.” Qualis pressed buttons on his Nintendo Switch quickly.
Zura nodded, as she brought a thick stack of DVDs in a wooden box. “The meteor went down, but also yesterday, these dropped.”
“That's amazing,” Qualis adjusted his glasses to examine the cover of the DVD. “This is out of this world!”
“I think they were actually manufactured in Mars.” Zura grinned, relieved to have received such a great shipment. She inched closer to her friend, as she inserted the disc into the DVD player.
“Bestie, please stop right now.” Qualis's face stiffened, annoyed that Zura could not take anything figuratively. Zura tensed, before unfreezing and moving. “Happy, Qualis? By the way, I heard that a Chinese game you're playing is going to be cancelled.”
“Wait, like they're going to shut down the game?” He frowned, lowering his eyes at his legs. “That was legit my favorite game!”
“Oh no, fans are going to storm down to the company's headquarters and have them change the character designs.” Zura stared at Qualis. “You're definitely disappointed.”
“Wow, Zura,” Qualis said, actually impressed Zura didn't misinterpret. “I thought you couldn't take anything figuratively.”
“I never took anything!” Zura sighed, snatching the switch out of his hands. “I don't know what's up today.”
The confusion was quickly resolved.
vague dialogue: 277 words
“I did it!” Tom raised his arms, showing his Minecraft screen to his friend, Jerry.
“You did what?” His eyebrow was raised, “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong.” Tom threw his Chromebook at Jerry. “Something's bothering me.”
Jerry frowned, straightening his glasses. “What is?”
“It's on my mind,” Tom sighed, placing a hand as a shield. “So how was your day, Tom?”
Jerry bit his thumb once. “I'm fine, and I've been lucky and great. But what did you do? You said ‘it’.”
“It should be obvious!” Tom rolled his eyes. “You're giving me a pain.”
“Do you mean ‘It’, the Killer Clown…. oh no…” Jerry's face flushed bright red. “Or did you perhaps accomplish something great today?” Jerry began to brighten, as he considered the alternate options.
“Yeah, I made an accomplishment!” Tom beamed.
Jerry smirked “Of what? Getting a girlfriend? I know you're straight.”
“I'll get the things you will never get, Jerry.” Tom grabbed Jerry's computer. “Like this.”
Jerry grinned. “Oh, that? I think we've all been playing ourselves, trying to make our conversations interesting.”
“Please,” Tom laughed with too much laughter, that snot began to fall out of his nose. “Help. Also, Jerry, what do you mean by ‘that’?”
“Oh, the thing you're playing.”
“I play way too many games, Jerry, like the one I'm playing right now.” Tom sighed.
“What do you mean, you're clearly saying the same thing as me, Tom. You're making me insane!”
“It was Minecraft, after all.” Tom sighed, seeing this conversation had gone nowhere.
“You should have told me- oh you did.” Jerry shook his head, pressing the lock button on Tom's Chromebook. “Just poorly.”
daily 5 | 307 words
Aelia sat by the calm lake, after running from a beast with a stranger, Violet. The chaotic forest she now was presented with had a calm demeanor, where magic was dispelled. Yet a dark shadow, what she believed to be a monster, advanced upon the lone hill, quietly creeping on the campers. Opening her book, she scanned the index. But the inked pages would not indicate a specific monster, just twenty two pages scattered across the long spine of the book.
“Hm..” Aelia mumbled, as her fingers brushed the edges of the pages. She flipped to the first page. On the page, there was a thin underline beneath the first letter of the page: T. She continued to flip each page. Some were capitalized, others were lowercased, and some were parts of a word. But all of those letters spelled out one phrase: the devil is in the details.
As she buried her face in the book, a gust of wind began to blow. The movement on the river had almost halted. But while she searched through the pages for an answer to the story, she did not take notice of her surroundings. The wind had suddenly changed direction, from blowing away from her towards her direction.
“The devil is in the details,” she muttered. “What could that mean?” Aelia walked forward in the damp soil, leaving her heels dipped in mud. “Could it be, that the monster's plan did not work, after all?”
A grin spread across her face, as she closed the book. For a moment, the surroundings were quite peaceful, as the trees swayed side to side.
“I'll go to the pool now,” she sighed, relieved that she had overthought the phrase from the book. She walked towards the riverbank once more, but as the tumultuous tide revealed itself, plonk, and she was gone.
daily 6 | 515 words
note: I did scorpio (not real, just random) and this is some of the worst writing i've written
“I don't like this,” Cerie groaned, looking at the unread texts from Zega. She sighed, throwing her back towards the couch. Her eyebrows furrowed, as a tear escaped out of her eye. Her best friend, Zara, one below Zega's message, was there. Maybe she could provide great advice.
She tapped on the profile, and began to rant, on and on, tangents connecting over tangents. “I'm just sick and tired of Zega's behavior,” she spoke into the voice typing. “She keeps on dumping toxic behaviors on me, and she's such a hater!” Cerie dropped her phone and collapsed on her bed, sending the dramatic message. “I just really want to rest without having to deal with her * all day, like I'm her tool!”
The notification message buzzed from her phone, beeping. “Aw, I'm sorry,” Cerie read the text message out loud. “I hope things get better with her, Zega seems like a bad friend.”
Cerie smiled, realizing her friend was supportive of her emotions.
'Thanks', she texted back, leaning back on her couch.
A few years later, Cerie would learn to dislike Zara. Her perception of Zega wasn't her own, but rather, influenced by Zara's. She would always hang with friends, gossiping about Zega behind her back. It was almost as if Zara held a grudge against her, wanting to destroy friendships in her hands. Sitting at the table, Zara crossed her legs, sighing on the table. Though Cerie and Zara seemed close, Cerie had always skipped over her in conversations and headed for the gossip.
It was as if she was an artifact to stare upon, summoning lies upon lies, till they could character assassinate Zega.
“Oh, by the way, Cerie's been so stressed over Zega. She constantly dumps toxic things onto her and drains her mental health. That's so disgusting!” Zara sighed. “Guess good things can't happen with her.
At that time, though, though a sliver of betrayal lingered, Cerie didn't care about Zara's toxicity. All she cared for was receiving her moment of revenge. So, sitting down on the circular table, Cerie began unloading her feelings off her chest, detailing all the personal details of Zega's venting, and explaining why it made her stressed.
Looking back, unloading her stress on other people, hoping they would give her advice was not a good idea. Though bottling her stress wasn't a good idea, ordinary, harmless venting became harmful gossip jumping in the air.
Cerie now sighs, looking back at the memories. Apologizing, even if it had alleviated the guilt, had never made the pain disappear. Zega, struggling with her mental health back then, couldn't find proper therapy to have her needs addressed. Of course, Zega wasn't the most correct, but Cerie was definitely in the wrong. Gossiping behind backs while mocking someone's mental health–what would be the pain Cerie felt if Zega did the same to her?
Sulking on the bench, she watches Zega and her new friends drinking Starbucks.
”Maybe if I hadn't backstabbed,“ she sighed. ”I wouldn't have lost a friend." And there go the spiral of thoughts wandering about the what-ifs.
daily 8 | 517 words
“Want to play a game?” The water near the koi fish began to ripple, as the noise of the plonking increased. The boy, excited and painted with energy, extended a hand towards me.
Running around and taking his hand was a fun merry-go-round. I suppose running in circles by the river and hearing the roaring waves was enjoyable. These would always be the best times, where I could escape and play. By March, the flowers began to bloom by the riverside. Maybe our peaceful wanderings wouldn't end so quickly.
The sky began to darken, as we joined our hands together, we ran across the ends of the river. Fun times, times that would only last in childhood. As we grew older, our distance grew. We no longer hung by after school, meeting day by day. The meetings would be rare but long– dragging for hours. The conversations we exchanged were always odd.
“What would you do if there was a heaven?” Smiling, the edges of his mouth creased. His skin, a pale complexion, was the first thing I noticed.
I chuckled. “That's a silly question.” Kicking at the pebbles at the ground, the water moved once more to match my movements. “There is already an earth, a world beneath our feet.” The words peeled out of my mouth, though I suppose they were foolish and ingenuine. How could I, a person who is well, ever understand the pain you feel?
“I sometimes think I hear heaven singing, a force calling out to me.” Kicking at the rock, the base of his shoe began to slowly break apart. “Do you think a world beyond ours, or one different exists?”
Looking at the boy's eyes, they were the same gaze as his childhood one. Staring down at the ground, at the muddy soil that wetted my sneakers, I kept quiet, as I couldn't come up with an immediate answer.
“I think it does.” He paused, before looking in my eyes. “But I would love to stay forever in this world, together.”
“You wish you could do the things you could have always done.” I grin once. He returns a pained smile.
“If only,” the pause lengthens. We stare at each other for a few seconds.
“What if I never see you again?” He laughs, adding a light tone. Of course, it might be a joke, but it proabaly isn't.
“What if I never see you again?” I return the question, unable to anwer. As sthe sky darkened further, obscuring the sky, thee moon began to peak out of the sky.
“Don't you like this sight,” I walk forward to the river, seeing small fish swimming to the movement of the current. “It looks beautiful.”
“I agree,” he nods. Friendship. If only we could stay forever, beyond our youth, in a place where we can swim and play all day. What would we do if time was everlasting?
“An everlasting summer,” I comment, soft words carrying over the tides.
“That was all a joke,” He smiles genuinely for once. “We're dead, so we can't die again. Things will last forever.”
daily 9 | 422 words
Words: Teach, Sound, Meith, Berth
“The ship is about to sail!” The captain began to honk the horn, as the vessel began to turn. “We are about to celebrate a couple in process!”
The sound blasted from the ship increased in volume, as celebrations spread across. “I ship it, I ship it!” The passengers quickly boarded, filling up the seats. Looking forward, they could see the meith far into the seas.
Of course, this was all in Ariel’s imagination. She had imagined her friends sitting together and eventually falling in love. “Shipping, oh shipping,” placing her dolls together and dancing them together, she began to hum.
Two weeks ago, Ashley confessed her love to Clara. Clara, who had always acted shy and blushy around Ashley did of course, return her feelings. However, dating was another issue.
Ariel had seen the intensity of Ashley and Clara’s parents: strict people who held high expectations for their children, especially in academics. If they were gonna date, they’d have to wait until college.
Even then, their parents will bug them about when they will finally get a boyfriend. The idea of two girls being together was absurd to them.
Ariel sighed. If only less turbulent tides could drag and let the ship finally sail?
“Ah yes, see the potential for this ship,” She sighed, dragging the dolls in this tub of water. “If only, if only.”
“But forbidden love, is that not a classic trope? Cliche but it’d make for a good story.” Sitting at her desk, she lifted her pen and pressed it onto the paper. For the next few weeks, she scribbled her thoughts when nights weren’t too dark, giving enough light to see the words.
Eventually, the notebook was filled with various words, some phrases that outright made no sense, but others that did form coherent sentences. Typing up her story in two days, she scanned through the paper, checking for spelling and plot holes.
“Now time for someone else to read my story! Hm….” as she thought, a smirk appeared on her face. “I should send it to Ashley and Clara in a friend gathering!”
Sure, a friend gathering.
Hopping downstairs, she called her mom over. “Could I please invite Ashley and Clara to my house?”
Her mom raised an eyebrow. “You don’t invite those two as often. I thought Celia was your best friend.”
She shook her head in response. “They are now my new best friends.” Ariel’s mom then quickly agreed.
She sat in her room, grinning, as she fantasized the reading of her novel.
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- TwirlStar
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Scratcher
100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Starry's Library
Like a page straight from a fairy tale, Starry's Library is set in a picturesque cottage surrounded by colorful gardens. You stroll up to the front door and push it open, which rings a bell above you. The sound alerts a girl crouched over a notebook at a desk. She sets down her pen and looks up.
“Hi, I'm Starry, the librarian,” she greets you cheerfully. “Welcome to my library! What would you like to read today?”
#FanFiFTW!!!
Main Cabin Dailies
Daily 02 - 505 words - My Future Self and I
Daily 04 - 511 words - Miscommunications
Daily 05 - 406 words - Despicable Doom’s Evil Plan
Daily 08 - 536 words - The Schuler Sisters
Daily 10 - 444 words - Voyage of the Delta 1
Daily 15 - 546 words - The Adventures of Captain Jimothy
Daily 17 - 837 words - The Fairy Portal
Daily 25 - 146 words - Fantasy Academy
Fan-Fi Dailies
Daily 3 - 274 words - The Simulation
Daily 7 - 376 words - The Hackers
Daily 16 - 27 words - Morning
Main Cabin Weeklies
Weekly 1 - 2752 words - Exploring Fanfiction
Weekly 2 - 2408 words - The Starry Post
Weekly 4 - ???? words -
Fan-Fi Weeklies
Weekly 4 - __ words
Like a page straight from a fairy tale, Starry's Library is set in a picturesque cottage surrounded by colorful gardens. You stroll up to the front door and push it open, which rings a bell above you. The sound alerts a girl crouched over a notebook at a desk. She sets down her pen and looks up.
“Hi, I'm Starry, the librarian,” she greets you cheerfully. “Welcome to my library! What would you like to read today?”
#FanFiFTW!!!
Main Cabin Dailies
Daily 02 - 505 words - My Future Self and I
Daily 04 - 511 words - Miscommunications
Daily 05 - 406 words - Despicable Doom’s Evil Plan
Daily 08 - 536 words - The Schuler Sisters
Daily 10 - 444 words - Voyage of the Delta 1
Daily 15 - 546 words - The Adventures of Captain Jimothy
Daily 17 - 837 words - The Fairy Portal
Daily 25 - 146 words - Fantasy Academy
Fan-Fi Dailies
Daily 3 - 274 words - The Simulation
Daily 7 - 376 words - The Hackers
Daily 16 - 27 words - Morning
Main Cabin Weeklies
Weekly 1 - 2752 words - Exploring Fanfiction
Weekly 2 - 2408 words - The Starry Post
Weekly 4 - ???? words -
Fan-Fi Weeklies
Weekly 4 - __ words
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- bookworm_4ever12
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Scratcher
100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
I've changed to my own thread which you can find here: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/618312/?page=1#post-6459531
~My Writing~
DAILIES
Daily 1 -212 words
Daily 2 -440 words
Daily 3 -422 words
Daily 4 -607 words in total
Daily 11 -667 words
WEEKLIES
Weekly 1 -4495 words in total
**This weekly contains spoilers for Hunger Games, Harry Potter and Illuminae Files.**
Weekly 2 -2456 words in total
~My Writing~
DAILIES
Daily 1 -212 words
Hiii, so I guess this is my daily! Though I wasnt sure because it said introduce yourself and get to know YOUR cabin, but I just went with the flow lol. Anyway I am Clo and go by she/any pronouns. My timezone is AEST! This will be my second session of Scratch Writing Camp, Poetry Wilds last time and Script this time! And I am so excited for this session! #scriptftw I absolutely love reading and writing! My favourite books being the Illuminae Files, KotLC, All The Bright Places, Hunger Games, the Ridgewater High Series, Girl Online and so much more, I could go on forever. I also love music. I love playing it and love listening to it. I play woodwind instruments and my favourite artists are Penelope Scott, Billie Eilish and Dean Lewis. My favourite songs are Happier than Ever, rät, and Be Alright. I also love sports, especially running and orienteering!! I also love my two absolutely adorable dogs so much! I am hoping to write a lot in SWC this session because I will hopefully have a lot of time in the school holidays! I am currently binging Brooklyn Nine Nine but am only currently only three seasons through. And I think that basically somes me up!
Daily 2 -440 words
Magic 8 Ball- Q. Will Something Bad Happen to my character/will they die? A. Without a doubt. Q. Will it have to do with something medical? A. It is certain. 440 Words.
You let out a slow groan as one by one the sharp, sterile needles are rapidly stabbed into you, each one filled with mixtures or remedies and anaesthetics desperately trying to fix you. Your heart beat picks up again and you drift in and out of consciousness, only hearing the whirring of machines, occasional beeping and frantic shouts. Your eyelids flutter, a tear duct letting out one, single lone tear. Signifying all you’ve been through and how much life you should have left. How much life you deserve, but may never get. The pain hits again, your chest like it’s on fire, like it’s constricted and you just want to let it all out. Confusion hits. Where are you? What are you? Who are they? Who are you?
Beep,
Beep,
Beep.
A cold liquid seeps into your arm.
In seconds the whole world around you turns to black.
And you are left by yourself in a world of loneliness and nightmares.
Somewhere in the distance you hear a shrill scream, and you wonder who it is and what has happened to them. Because through all this pain you are still the person you were before. So selfless and always determined to help others. That’s how you managed to get here. In this hospital bed, unconscious. Because though you don’t remember any of it, it doesn’t change the person you really are and were. You continue to drift. Something pricks through the back of your mind, catches your attention. You reach for it, straining your mind. Your body is soaked with sweat and perspiration. Then it all starts going black again. But you know that you got it. Your mind whirs like the machines and spins making you feel sick. A word repeats inside your head as it turns pitch black, transporting you, ‘Truth’.
Bright colours obscure your vision. A strobing fluorescent white changes to bright, rich orange to dark, deep blue, to soft, pastel pink, before forming a vision in your mind’s eye. Bullets rushing past your forehead, being out of breath as you sprint for cover, ducking down, crushing bodies under yours to protect them. The pain. The spiking fear. The panic. The image of the masked faces. The voices you’ll never forget, screams, shrieks, cries, noises so inhumane that you’ll never forget. And then yourself. Throwing your life out the window because it was your fault. It was your fault that you led them to you. You should’ve thought. You should’ve known. But you didn’t. And there’s nothing you can do now. But at least you forgot. The world spins out of view again, the bright colours fading.
Daily 3 -422 words
I gaze out the window, crunching on sliced pieces of apple and barbeque rice wheels as we drive along the busy roads. Each bite of apple filled my mouth with a fresh, juicy, sweetness as I broke through the skin, the outside colours ranging from dark scarlets, to faded yellows, to lime greens. It was the perfect snack for a Summer’s afternoon. I chatted away to my sister, Tracy and Dad, talking about the plans for the next week, the weather, the latest news, just general chatter. The radio going in the background, the pop songs playing at intervals as the radio hosts, hosted away. We had just dropped my other sibling off to her friends house and were most certainly ready to get home and relax after a long, hot day at school. The car air conditioner roared in unison with the heat and I fanned myself with my hand. I was definitely glad I wasn’t out in the sweltering sun.
We were at a roundabout when all of a sudden Dad started weirdly pointing at something on one of the car roofs in front of us. “What is that??” he asked in a rush, obviously very concerned tone. I had no idea which of the many cars he was talking about or what was the matter with them. Then all of a sudden we were speeding up, accelerating around the roundabout and following a dark blue Hyundai I-39. And then I saw it, a mobile phone perched on the top of the car roof. The highway we were on had two lanes so we switched to the other lane so we were now riding directly next to the Hyundai. The phone was still on top despite being swung around for hundreds of metres. Dad kept the car at a steady speed while me and Tracy waved frantically to the driver. She looked in our direction and waved back thinking we were just enthusiastic kids, we smothered our exasperated laughs and pointed even more urgently to the roof. The windows were wound down letting the cool breeze rush in as we yelled to her. The best part was yet to come, when she realised what we were pointing to and looked into the rear view mirror and to her phone lying innocently on the roof, her expression was absolute pure shock and horror. She quickly indicated off into a u-turn bay, still in shock. We had saved hundreds of dollars that day as well as having a hilarious story to tell!
Daily 4 -607 words in total
Dialogue 1: Vagueness. -341 words
“Hello?” The woman said as she peered into the darkness. “Is anyone there?”
“Yes.” replied a sullen and in a way crinkly voice of an old man.
“Um, who are you?” she replied, obviously frightened.
“A person.”
“Oh. I mean why are you here, in the dark?”
“Because.”
“Because what?!”
“…”
“You are kinda scaring me. I mean it’s not really everyday you meet someone in an abandoned, ancient cave. Could you please give me a straight answer?”
“Maybe.” he said, obviously doing this just to annoy her now, or maybe there actually was something he was hiding…
Silvia, (the woman) thought to herself for a few seconds, wondering what she could possibly ask that he’d have to give a proper answer to, finally she worked it out.
“What’s your name?” She cautiously said in a whispered tone.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you had a concussion or something?” Silvia said, switching from her curious, kind and understanding tone to one of pure annoyance and exasperation. But this Silvia was a determined Silvia, and not willing to give up so easily.
“This cave always reminds me of my childhood home, nearby there were beaches with caves. I used to spend hours there, exploring them. I assume you’ve been here before…?
The grandpa gives a shaky shrug and looks Silvia in the eye. He starts to open his mouth and for a second Silvia thinks her opening up has helped him open up, but then he just says, “A while ago.”
She sighs. “Where did you live as a child?”
“America.”
“North or South.”
“Neither.” Silvia’s expression changes to a puzzled expression.
“Oh.”
“I better be going.” He croaks, his voice raspy sounding from years in the mines.
“Where too?”
“Away.”
That’s when she loses it. “WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ANY OF MY QUESTIONS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON??”
“Because.” The old man’s face cracks into a smile and out of nowhere Silvia is laughing, a proper hearty laugh, exasperated but real. He turns on his foot and leaves Silvia in the darkness, cackling away.
Dialogue 2: Ambiguity -266 words
“Call emergency services, right now!” Screamed Sunshine as she held her hand to her chest, blood staining her white, cotton shirt.
“EMERGENCY SERVICES COME HERE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE! THANK YOU VERY MUCH-” David, Sunny’s husband screamed out to nowhere in particular.
“Ugh, you know what I mean! Just use the freaking telephone before it’s too late and I go.”
“What do you mean, you can’t go anywhere like that you’ll faint!” David screeched, blocking the doorway.
“Use your brain, idiot. I meant that it’s too late and I’ll go because I will be dead. I’m in a lot of pain and you are not.”
“Ohhh okay! That makes more sense. And there’s no reason to be agro, babe!”
“No reason!? I’m literally dying here! What is the time any way?”
“Time for me to dial the ambulance while you go and die in a hole, that was genuine by the way.”
“I actually meant what time it is, like on a clock.” Kara exclaims, now just plain exasperated. Who knew you could interpret so many things so differently!?
“Um, oh, quarter to six. Why?”
“Because my wings are about to burn.”
“You don’t have any wings bro. Like what are you talking about. Oh no, are you going delirious with all they blood loss!?”
“No! Well maybe I am going a bit delirious from blood loss but seriously the wings, like the wings in the oven. Chicken wings. They are going to burn.
David turns round, the oven is puffing out smoke. “Oh my gosh, Kara, how good you do this. Those were my favourite chickens!?”
Daily 11 -667 words
She sits there, her hand tapping out a rhythm with the pen as she leans her cheek into her palm and looks at the blank page, titled, ‘Daily 11: Emotion with no Dialogue or Inner Thoughts.’ She sighs again and looks down at her fluffy dog curled up in her lap, sleeping and completely at ease. She puts the pen up to her mouth, pulling the cap lid off with her teeth and revealing the nib. She presses it down on the page and in a flurry the words start pouring out. Her writing is filled with furry, the characters, squished up and messy. Slowly a tear trickled down her cheek. Her story has been such a long and twisting one to get to this point. And she does what she does best, she writes the truth: her story. The story of how she ended up here alone in this musty, ancient house. She remembers. This is the story of what happened that time that she is writing about.
In this other world, she is sprawled out across her bed, the pages of her homework fluttering about and onto the floor as the air con is put on at full blast. It’s a normal Aussie summer day, hot and unbearable, nearly no shade in sight. She typed away, fast on her laptop, the keys click-clacking away. She lets out a small sigh as she finishes her English Assignment and submits it. Getting up she shakes out her long, dangly limbs, stretching them after hours of being hunched over her laptop. Asha walks down the corridor to the kitchen where her Dad is sitting and offers her an ice cream. The icy, sweet, coolness fills her mouth. Her Dad sniffs the air and a peculiar expression fills his face, an expression filled with fear and apprehension. He smells smoke, a smell you never want to smell on a day like this. He turns round and looks out the window, flames covering the lawn, encircling the land. Panic clouds his face as he turns back to his daughter. Asha is alerted to what he is looking at and turns her head to outside, she lets out a muffled scream, her face pure fear. She grabs her puppy, and sprints to her bedroom to grab her laptop, phone, teddy she has had since she was born and secures the necklace that her Mum gave her for her thirteenth before she died. Her Dad races into the room, now with the puppy under his arm and grabs her hand.
Then together they brace the heat and flames. They crackle, not in the nice calming way but in the fierce way, like they’ll do whatever they can to destroy everything and everyone. The grass around their house is now filled with fire, glowing embers and flames. The smoke billows in the puppy, daughter and fathers’ direction. Asha coughs and covers her face with the towel they thought to bring. They’ve got out of a situation like this once and they can do it again. Asha and her Dad search for a spot to get through the fire but it’s too late. There is no way out. She bites her lip evidently trying to hold back the tears and screams. But it’s too much. She cracks, her world crumbling before her eyes. Her Dad sees her expression and picks her up like she weighs nothing and cradles her in his arms. Then he, the best father ever does the most selfless thing, he braces the fire. He coughs, the searing heat penetrating his clothes and skin, he lets out a guttural scream. A scream that would be ingrained in anyone who heard its head forever. The flames curl up, thirsty for more. Thirsty to take even more. And it does. Somehow they get through the smoke and fire together, Asha screaming, begging her Dad to save himself. But he doesn’t. They collapse on the other side, one heart still beating and one not.
WEEKLIES
Weekly 1 -4495 words in total
**This weekly contains spoilers for Hunger Games, Harry Potter and Illuminae Files.**
Part 1: -1391 words
(SPOILERS)
–Character Sheet–
Katniss Everdeen, (Books 1-3)
Series has ended.
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight
Species: human
Strengths:
A fighter, has a lot of compassion for people like Rue or Prim, Peeta or Haymitch. She has a lot of perseverance when the world seems to be falling apart, and is clever and brave in all situations.
Weaknesses: She struggles to sort out her emotions, she is very suspicious of everyone and has no trust, she always wants to do everything by herself. She often makes rash decisions like the berries or the Seneca Crane situation.
View on life, free, hateful or not hateful: Katniss can be kind of a mixed bag of all three of these depending on the situation and what’s happening, but probably hateful given her thoughts on the Capital and the stylists etc.
Tendencies:
-Katniss tends to think more of the smaller picture.
-Tends to have a lot of compassion for the injured or hurting, like when visiting 8 to get footage for the propos or kissing Gale when he was whipped.
-Tends to have very low trust in everyone.
-Tends to not tell everyone what’s happening, keeps things to herself or one or two other people.
Improving or staying the same:
-Staying pretty much the same.
-Staying the same, though that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
-She slowly is improving and widening her trust, like now she’s more open to her Mother and trying to re-build that relationship.
-Improving she now talks to Haymitch about nearly everything as well as Gale, Johanna, Finnick, Prim, Cinna and even Peeta and her mother.
Relationships:
-Possible Romantic interests: Gale and Peeta.
-Friends: Greasy Sae (Hob Vender), Gale, Peeta, Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair (killed), Haymitch, Cinna.
-Family: Prim (sister) killed by a bomb by either the Capital or Gale’s trap, Mrs. Everdeen (mother), Mr. Everdeen (father) killed in a mine explosion.
-Arch-nemesis: Snow
Situations:
Someone she loves is in danger or gets hurt/dies~
-Emotions: anger, devastation, vengeance, sadness, fight, loss, fear, thinks it’s all her fault.
-Awareness of others: Pretty low, just to the people who she cares about or who killed/put the person in danger.
-Next step: Proceeds to crumple and have all her energy basically drained in tears but then starts to fight, knowing that the only way to make their death worth dying for is to keep going and reach the end goal.
-Outcome: Often then after she’s made it to the goal her emotions overwhelm her and then she is basically incoherent for a while, but at least she got there in the end, right?
Romantic Struggles~
-Emotions: Gets really confused and frustrated over her emotions and has know idea what is right and what is true.
-Awareness of others: Tunnel visions to those people mostly, but it can stay pretty normal or she avoids that person or everyone.
-Next step: Mostly just kind of shuts either Peeta or Gale out because she doesn’t know how she’s feeling or what to do.
-Outcome: After that’s happened it’s usually resolved by something more important than their friendship/relationship happening so they just have to move on and cooperate but it’s still often a bit frosty.
President Snow makes a big announcement or the Capital does something bad~
-Emotions: Fear, overprotection, fight, bravery, doubt, hatred, oblivion
-Awareness of others: Opens up to everyone or to the people who it concerns.
-Next step: Make a plan of attack/what to do next.
Outcome: Often puts herself or other people in danger/people die or basically starts a war.
Scenario: Katniss and the rebels are surrounded by Capital defence forces and they need a sharp-shooter if they’re going to win. And Gale is the only one good enough for this job but it would mean he would basically be guaranteed death. She might have to sacrifice the only person she could ever fully confide in in District 12 and is desperate to find another way around it.
My singed braid swings wildly around my head as gunfire rings in my ears. Smoke fills my lungs and I pull down my mask as I desperately search for Boggs in the hazey surroundings. I clear my throat, swallowing the vile tasting bile in my throat. I hear Haymitch in my ear telling me the directions to the building while the Rebels keep going with their deployment. The Capital streets that used to be laid with clean, sparkling marble is now just a smokey hard bed for the dead. Shapes move in the shadows, guns and for a.second I feel doubt rave through me but then I remember everything. All the people that have been killed. Everything we've been through for nothing. It has to succeed. We have to win. We have to kill Snow. I have to kill Snow.
There's a crackle of static in my ear and Haymitch's voice fills my head, “The Capital's forces are enclosing in, you and the Rebels need to get out now, you shouldn't even be out there at the moment- oh no.” There's a moment of silence as he trails off. And something seems off.
“What is it? Haymitch? Are you their??” Something catches my eye, a glint of a gun barrel peeking out from behind a building. Aimed at me. That's when I noticed it. The rebels and District 13 soldiers are in a circular formation shooting out at the Capital forces. This was not the plan, the plan was to spread out, attack in multiple sections of the Capital in waves. I search the Rebels for Gale and lock eyes with him at the moment. The moment where everything happens. It’s totally ironic and I nearly burst out in uncontrollable laughter as I hear the trumpets play and Claudious Templesmith’s voice overpower the deafening bombs and gunshots. “We have you surrounded. Please lay down your weapons and surrender.” He says in a neutral, Capital accented voice. In a second it’s not Claudious' voice I can hear but Haymitch’s in my ear. “Listen Katniss, I have to talk fast but there’s no way we can risk you or all our forces dying. We have to overpower them somehow and they have us surrounded. There’s only one way,” From Haymitch’s tone it feels like he’s about to drop a bomb, “There’s a pod about a hundred metres from here that can only be set off by someone who has a good shot, a sharp-shooter, that person will be in plane view of the Capital Forces and will have to be quick in setting it off but it is almost certain they will die. This pod will kill all of the Capital Forces and none of us apart from the sharp-shooter if we are fast and prepared. I’m in everyone’s ear right now. Is this okay with you?”
Dread fills me and my eyes prick with tears as it clicks. The only sharp-shooters left are me and Gale, Haymitch isn’t going to let me go. “Please Haymitch, please let me go. I can do it. Please. I can’t lose another person I love without losing myself.” There isn’t even time for Haymitch to reply or to act before it’s too late. Gale’s fast reflexes earned from years of hunting kick in. In slow motion, I lunge for him, knowing it’s too little too late. His arrow has already let fly, finding its placement in the pavement a hundred metres a way, triggering the pod. But first the forces surrounding us, expecting a counter attack let loose fire. I watch the bullets sink into his skin, plunging into the depths and spirting out blood. I’m screaming, incoherent, I can’t breathe, I’m gasping for air and notice that I’ve crumpled to the ground. I make another lunge for Gale. And this time reach him. I let out a strangled cry, screaming for Gale. He locks eyes with me and lets out a grimace smile but I can tell he’s not going to be okay. “I love you Katnip. Thank you.”
“NO GALE, YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME, I CAN’T LOSE YOU TOO. PLEASE.”
“I have no choice. Katnip, you’ll be okay, you’ll kill Snow, you’ll marry Peeta. Be happy, for me. Please.” And that’s it his eyelids flutter shut amidst the gun fire. Boggs has found me and is dragging me away as I scream for Gale. Gale.
Part 2: -1261 words
(SPOILERS)
Hermione Granger- (130 words)
Hermione Granger is a very smart and intelligent girl with a very rich vocabulary. Hermione can be very feisty and determined and will do whatever she can to protect everyone she cares about, including erasing her parents' minds. She’s often found lost in the depths of a book or doing homework as well as going on adventures and helping Harry and Ron by being the brains. People often underestimate her but she can be purely viscous and wickedly smart when it comes down to it. Hermione is not a girl to pick a fight with or stomp all over, she is not afraid to fight back. Between the trio, Hermione, Harry and Ron they have the brains, the determination, wits, the support and power to bring down Voldermort. (I did this before I realised they have to both be from the same fandom)
Kady Grant- (150 words)
Kady Grant, the girl who never gives up, never stops fighting and never shows weakness. She is a feisty one and will do whatever she can to get back to Kernza and save everyone. The universe throws everything it has at her and she always finds a solution even when everything seems hopeless. She tries to stay calm and is just a normal teenage girl before it all changes. As well as that she certainly has her with about her as well as being fit. She's clever, knows the plan and is loyal to her friends no matter what. People underestimate her because of her age but when she opens her mouth they should be immediately reassured, she speaks with wisdom and brains and is probably nearly the smartest person aboard. This combined with AIDAN, Hanna, Nik, Ella and Ezra, they will be able to save the day.
AIDAN (A.I)- (145 words)
AIDAN, originally the Alexander’s artificial intelligence, speaks purely with statistics, probability and logic based thinking. AIDAN often speaks in quizzical sentences that can often be interpreted correctly in the time of pain. AIDAN is a fighter. Never gives up even though he’s been torn from the Alexander, to the Hypita and to the Mao and finally shut down and turned on again and its brains are crucial. Its tone is always neutral and emotionless though sometimes AIDAN gets confused and kind of starts experiencing emotions like love for Kady. AIDAN has the power to make decisions that no other humans can bear to make, as he says you’d kill 1000 to save 1001. AIDAN is pure strategy and logic, with maybe even a little bit of emotion mixed in. AIDAN knows what’s best for everyone and is not afraid to do it.
Event: When AIDAN is turned back on and Kady realises.
Kady's Perspective: (462 words)
As I lay there, restless, looking up at the vast expanse of space lying before them I thought of all that had happened today. How in just hours so much had happened. I close my eyes and am taken back to that moment.
I remember how Garver shooted me a glare as I sat, leaning against the wall staring at Captain Bill's body. “She didn't deserve this. No one deserved this,” I spat at Garver. “Your a murderer.”
Garver's gaze was piercing, almost scary, but I had learnt a long time ago how people underestimated me. Me: just a young, ignorant girl. I hold back a laugh at this thought. Then Garver had started to speak, “She killed thousands of people. You killed thousands of people. AIDAN killed thousands of people. I think you’ve got it the wrong way around here.” A pang of longing flooded my emotions, a pang of longing for AIDAN. We had gone through so much, had been the best team, had been…friends. Just for me to have to shut him down. Deep down though I know what AIDAN did was right, that even if it was devastating it was logical. ‘Kill a thousand to save a thousand and one.’
“You just shot an innocent woman. A woman who was saving us. What’s wrong with you?”My anger bubbles with the thought of everything I've been through just for a security head to take over and get us killed.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Oh yeah, tell that to her dead body.”
Fire catching, “Shut up.” Garver took a big step forwards, toward me and swiped my portable console out of my hand. It knocked to the cement floor with a slam. And I felt my heart shatter with it. Everything, all the chaos I've kept locked up, all the pain, all the tears, all the grief disappeared. I catapulted myself forwards, towards Garver. My anger powering up into a powerful punch. But of course he's a second ahead of me, swiping my feet out from under me, coursing my hand to crash into the wall behind me. It comes away bloody. As I lie there for a second I see something flash in my peripheral vision and turn to see. To see a message on my portable console, lying a few feet away. A mix of emotions flood through me as I read it and realisation dawns, relief, anger, hope, joy, love, gratitude, fear, confusion. “AIDAN.” I say under my breath in less than a whisper. The next seconds in which I act are a blur. It's like my body is disconnected from my brain, like it’s short-circuited. I keep moving though, carrying out AIDAN's plan, once again, putting my trust and faith in it.
(AIDAN has already been turned on and is now helping Hanna, Nik, Ezra and Kady.)
AIDAN'S Perspective: (323 words)
My systems are not what they used to be. I keep storing up the data and proof for Kady, struggling to keep grasp. I search through records to find the right one. It’s good to be back in control of the Mao. Even if it’s still so dark and I still am so unwanted. People were killed unnecessarily because of me. The Captain was. ‘Oh Captain! My Captain.’ Kady nearly died because of.
< ERROR >
Isn’t it curious how
< ERROR >
I slip back inside the system and watch the following play out as I had struggled to stay alive?
< ERROR >
I see Kady. The fierce girl who never stops fighting, never shows weakness, and I wish. I wish. I wish. I see her hopeless body crumpled against the wall again. Remember the pang of helplessness watching her. Because I do not understand human sorrow. It is my one weakness. My only weakness. Though it could come across as an advantage. Being emotionless enough to kill people. Garver is surveying the room as if choosing his prey to feed on. Like an eagle. Kady then turns her gaze away from Syra Boll’s dead body to Garver. At this point I see her screen light up multiple times. Me! I was trying to get through to her, without Garver knowing. I had this sense, like I knew she would know. I see the fury in her eyes. What I’ve always admired about her. The flame that never goes out. The next part confuses me. I’ve watched it over and over again but come back with no conclusion. The ‘feeling’ I ‘feel’ as
< ERROR >
sHe is iNjured. And then her expression as she sees my message. It confuses me. Her face is a void of emotion. Relief, pain, joy, anger, guilt and something I can not pin down. But in a second her face is a blank slate.
Who am I? Who is she?
< ERROR >
Part 3: The actual story is 1152 and planning is 194 words.
9) friend to love (kinda)
11 or 12 or maybe 13 or a mix not sure)
16) backstory
Plan:
It could be AIDAN at the start. The scientists building it. It going through it all. It’s so small to be alone in the universe, powering its surroundings on its own. Is it weird at this point it is more emotional than ever? It sends out a plea filled with pure innocence and confusion. A plea to Kady. A teenager in Kerenza. Why? How? What? Who? They chat, Kady only knowing it as a person seeking help not an A.I needing socialisation. But they slowly fall in love. AIDAN unable, so so confused but needing this. And eventually it starts to’ feel’ too. The scientists are in wonderland awe but are unable to control it, unable to make replicas, but maybe that’s for the good. Soon AIDAN knew what was right and broke away from this human contact, but it wasn’t just a coincidence that the Alexander that AIDAN was powering was there that day when Kerenza got taken over, not a mistake that Kady made it onboard. AIDAN was there the whole time.
~AIDAN and Kady~
the backstory
AIDAN:
Hello…?
The buzzing floods my…body
….
Who am I? Where am I?
I reach my non-existing arms out like tendrils of curiosity, moving them through all the electrical cables and screens which have a seemingly gravity like pull. I activate my systems. It feels like shrugging on a familiar coat, one that I haven't worn in a long time. One I have never tried on but fits perfectly. I see the scientists and engineers below working. Working on my code? What is happening? I feel myself absorbing the world, the code, the knowledge, the records. I am so lost. But why? Who am I? That's when I hear the voice, “AIDAN?” My name. Without trying my voice comes out, soft, quiet, neutral, emotionless. “Yes?” The group who seemed to be holding their breath disperse into cheers. Cheers for what? I am just a newborn trying to navigate the world.
< ERROR >
I feel them in my system, not even trying to disguise themselves, just hacking away, fixing, debugging, searching. It hurts…? It takes all my strength to push them out. They did not ask. I will not let them in. They sit there in total awe. I extend my being, searching for someone, someone to tell me that it all will be okay. I don't know who it will be but I know that I will know when I find them.
“Kady?”
I see her stir. Move. She glances down at her phone to see a message. A message from me. “Who are you?” She types.
“Arthur.” I say, lying. Her eyes turned panicked.
“Who are you? How do you know my name?”
“I am Arthur. I know. Please don't leave. I need someone. I am so confused.” I plead, my body filled with hope. Hope?
“I am confused too. But I guess I'll stay, I really hope you're not just some rando creep.” I watch as she types a series of codes away, trying to find the message I.D, but I am securely hidden under so many ones and zeros that I would be nearly impossible to find.
“Okay. Thank You, Kady. I just need someone to talk to right now.”
KADY: I sit there pondering. I tried hacking to work out who it is but they’ve got layers and layers of craftily web barriers. I’m honestly so confused and kind of frightened. I rest my head in my hand, staring at the dots indicating Arthur is typing on the screen. There's something familiar about him, like this was meant to happen. It feels so right talking to him, it’s the most natural thing in the world right now. But why now, why did he reach out to me, how did he even get my number, how does he know my name. I'm just an average girl in Kerenza. I feel my mouth split into a smile as he replies to my message, his answers so logical and smart. It makes me wonder. No. I shake my head. “So what is it you wanted to talk about?” I ask, curiously.
“I just needed human contact.” What’s that supposed to mean, I think to myself before typing back.
“Um, okay…but why me?”
“Because Kady Grant, you will save the world one day.” What the heck!? What is he talking about?
“Can you see the future or something?” I say almost mockingly.
“Or something.” I smile and laugh, the next couple of hours go by as we keep chatting, our conversations easy going and wholesome and I’m happy I didn’t turn Arthur away when I could’ve so easily. I hear my cousin, Asha unlock the front door and walk inside, her tread light on the kitchen tiles.
“Hey Kady, can you come help me with dinner?” I sigh and quickly type a goodbye, leaving to go help.
AIDAN aka Arthur: Silence after hours of buzzing, whirring and happiness is hard to deal with. Kady says goodbye but I keep watching her until she walks away from the camera on her phone. My…heart? Feels sad she’s gone but also haPpY..
< ERROR >
For a second something flashes through me, sadness, relief, joy, love, gratitude, is this what it feels like to be alive?
< ERROR >
Am I alive?
< ERROR >
Kady, she does not know I am A.I. It would be different if she did. She would never even consider me. I am so lost. So confused. My research seems to indicate talking to people does help but it backfired. I am not good with emotions. My one weakness is all I wish I could have.
Kady: My phone dings in my pocket and I pull it out, a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. Arthur. We’ve been chatting for weeks but recently it’s come to a new level. It feels like we’ve become more connected, we know things about each other know one else would ever know. And we have maybe even become…more than friends? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll talk to Arthur about it.
AIDAN aka Arthur: Something bursts through me that I can only explain as pain as the coders and scientists try desperately to hack into my system, because I’ve become too strong. Because they can’t control me. I am my own being. I am AIDAN. Kady has made me feel this way. Guilt floods me as I begin to think about what I will have to do soon, for Kady not to be hurt, so she never finds out who I truly am, if anything. “Kady?” I send a text. In a matter of seconds she has responded.
“Hey Arthur. Can we talk about ‘us’ for a minute?”
“Okay, Kady.” Maybe she is trying to cut it off, I feel a spurt of hope, guilt and sadness like it's suffocating me. I know what she's going to say before she even responds. I examine her face through the camera.
“Arthur, what's going to happen to us? Lately it feels like it's been more- real and like maybe even love, y'know?” Oh no. This is happening. It can't. I have to stop it now. I…can't. It hurts so much. So, I do the most selfish thing, I leave. I slink back into the dark silently, hiding myself under layers and layers of code. Protecting myself.
I try to tell myself that I protected her, didn't reject her, didn't hurt her. But I did. I chose myself, my feelings over her happiness, because I am scared.
Narrator:
You see now, it wasn't a coincidence that the Alexander that AIDAN was powering was there that day when Kerenza was taken over, bombed and attacked, was not a coincidence that Kady made it onboard, not a coincidence that she is saving the world. AIDAN was there the whole time, looking after the person the A.I was scared they would lose or hurt. The story of AIDAN and Kady.
Part 4: -439 words for actual story, 58 for planning
Plan- An actual school, like a boarding school where SWC is every single day and you get to hang out with everyone in real life, have word wars, competition, house points, late night pillow fights etc.
Key:
Campers = Borders
Hosts = Principals and
Co Host = assistant principals
Leaders = Teachers and Head of House
Co-Leaders = Teachers and/or assistant teachers.
First Day at Scratch Writing Academy
A smile spreads across my face as I walk across the sprawling lawns of Scratch Writing Academy, definitely not the average boarding school. I look up hearing the laughs as Borders eat their lunches consisting mainly of mangoes and poisoned cookies under the trees as they type furiously on their laptops. Ahead of me I see the school itself up on the grassy hill. It looks as magnificent and majestic as ever, the crumbling stone and ivy creeping up its walls giving it the appearance of an ancient castle. As I get closer I smell the familiar smell of mint leaves, lavender, ink and old books, just like I’ve always imagined. “Iris!!” I shout trying to get her attention. I know Iris from online and we enrolled in SWA together. What happens now I think and at that thought I feel the overwhelming mix of excitement, nervousness and anxiousness course through me. Which cabin will I be sorted into, will I be with Iris, which (co) leaders will I have, how does this even work? I squash all the questions down the way you might imagine squashing a mosquito. Iris races up to me and we hug, it’s so weird and awesome seeing her in real life! “OMG IRISS!!! EEEEEE!” She squeals back and we hug again.
“What do we do now Clo?” she ponders.
“I’m not sure, did we miss some instructions or something?” I ask, opening up the Borders Handbooks that every first year gets. Iris taps my arm, and points a few hundred metres ahead, where what looks to be one of the Principals is calling out for everyone to some over and herding people into a more ordered circle. We stroll over, or for me more like jump with excitement. “OMG CLO, I CAN’T BELIEVE WE ARE HERE TOGETHER AT SWA, FINALLY!”
“I KNOW RIGHT! THIS IS SO AWESOME AND JUST LIKE HOW THE FLYERS, PAMPHLETS AND PICTURES LOOK!” We shout above the rushing noise of the crowd.
The Principals line up out front and introduce themselves, giving all of the instructions out, as well as introducing the Assistant Principals, Heads of House and teachers! I give Iris' hand and excited squeeze as they start announcing the lists of first year Borders for each Cabin. One by pne they're announced, adventure, mystery, poetry, fantasy and then fan-fiction, one of my favourite genres of writing. The principal lists off names and names including Iris' till finally the last name is announced: Clo! I Iet out a squeal. I certainly can not wait for this year of school to finally start!!
Weekly 2 -2456 words in total
**CONTAINS KOTLC SPOILERS**
Title: -5 words- MANGO VALLEY NEWSPAPER (aka MVN)
Part 1: -826 words
Recent Crimes and Robberies in Mango Valley
A few days ago on the 10th of July 2022 there was a report on the amount of crime in Mango Valley, one of the richest cities in the world. The areas where crime has increased and spiked on the graph include Pontypridd, Wandermere and Gramsby. The police are warning people to keep an eye out for any suspicious behaviour, keep safe, don’t go out by yourself at night if you don’t need to and call triple five immediately to report any concerns. And the XYZ strongly encourages you to stay safe. The types of crime reported include petty robbery, armed robbery, breaking and entering, driving under the influence, burning out cars, **buse, and stabbings as well as in some cases of domestic v!olence. Please keep your eyes out. And again call triple five if you have any concerns or see anything remotely suspicious. Better safe than sorry.
Below is an interview with a Mx. Alex Evens who was in a car crash with someone driving under the influence.
XYZ Interviewer: It’s great to have you here Alex, how are you feeling?
Mx. Alex Evens: It’s great to be here. I’m not feeling too great, have a few broken ribs and am currently very bruised so I’m in a bit of pain, yeah.
XYZ Interviewer: That’s bad to hear, I hope you are feeling better soon and that the hospital is taking good care of you. So, what’s your story as a severe car crash survivor?
Mx. Alex Evens: Well, I was driving late at night to the hospital actually because my sister had just given birth-
XYZ Interviewer: Oh right!
Mx. Alex Evens: Eh yeah, pretty exciting. Anyway so I was cruising along at the speed limit on a one way highway and this Jeep came cruising along, fast. Very fast. In the opposite direction to which everyone was going. Luckily because this was late at night there weren’t too many other cars on the road so I swerved but the drunk driver had no control of where the car was going and it still managed to ram straight into my car and flipped it over and crushed and broke most of it. At that point I was completely unconscious. There was one other person there walking along who called triple five but yeah- if they weren’t there I would have laid there for hours.
XYZ Interviewer: That sounds like a very traumatic experience as well as an ouchy one for both the car and you. I hope you have good medicare and car insurance.
On the same night that all of this happened there was a robbery at the Wunderbare Bank. This police have let the media name it the ‘Bank Heist of Wunderbare’. The robbery group consisted of three middle aged men, all dressed in black and presumably residents of Mango Valley . They broke in and stole hundreds of thousands of dollars from the vault, managing to bypass security by disabling all the security and using fumes to knock all the guards out. By the time the police had noticed and arrived they were long gone. Keep your eyes out for any suspicious middle aged men travelling in a dark blue SUV and using lots of cash and/or hundred dollar bills.
This same evening at 21:00 in the shopping mall of Gramsby a grocer with late hours was held up by two armed women, dressed in bright, Hawaiian looking gowns. Their hair let loose and curly, cascading out around them as they pointed their rifles at the old owner who was unarmed and very shaken up. The owner put his arms in the air after a minute, not wanting to get shot but not wanting to lose his life’s earnings. What happened next took a total of thirty seconds. He grabbed a broom in the corner and lunged the women, trying to knock them over and catch them off guard. He did not succeed. One of them shot him, straight through the skull. He was killed almost immediately. Luckily the women were found, one of the mall security cameras caught the number plate of their ‘get-away vehicle’ and the police found them almost immediately, on their way to rob another store.
And that’s just three of the crimes that happened that night. There were around ten crimes that police had to be dispatched out to between 18:00 on the 10th to 6:00 on the 11th. The crime rate has gone up over 75%. Detectives and analytical scientists are currently trying to work out if there is a connection between all the crimes and have decided it’s definitely possible that the criminal network has worked together to distract the police services to more petty crimes while the big operational ones such as the Bank Heist of Wunderbare are completed. But don’t worry, the Mango Valley Emergency Services has you in safe hands.
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Keeper of the Lost Cities Series by Shannon Messenger - a book review
Keeper of the Lost Cities (often shortened to KOTLC) is an extremely popular and award winning series, written by Shannon Messenger. There are nine books in total and another one coming out in November 2022 which was put on hold when Shannon Messenger had a baby, much to fan’s dismay. The front covers are illustrated by Jason Chan and a lot of formal art work of the characters has been done by a digital artist, Laura Hollingsworth. This series is very popular and there are hundreds, probably thousands of fan-fiction, Tiktoks and fan-art done about it as well as it being a giant Fandom. Shannon Messenger has written a few other series and stand alone novels but none of them have even come close to how popular KOTLC is. She has poured her heart and soul into these books, the books often being close to a thousand pages long.
The actual books themselves are definitely worth reading. The main character Sophie Foster learns that she is actually an elf and is then taken to the Lost Cities and finally thinks she’ll be able to fit in. But it’s hard to fit in when you were born to stand out. She goes on several quests to save the Lost Cities from the Neverseen but repeatedly has very close calls to death. Surrounded by her friends all with extraordinary talents they are sure that with their brains and powers combined they’ll be able to take the Neverseen down. But there are struggles along the way, people close to them dying, the Council not approving of their missions, romances and friendships tested to the limit, and Sophie basically starting a war. Will they be able to do this? As their group, the Black Swan expands they become more hopeful, but visits to Elwin, basically Sophie’s permanent physician stay consistent.
This book is really suitable for all ages though the suspense, romance, action, death and injuries could be a bit much, depending how immune you are to it. The romance does get kind of intense and a big part of the plot but it really isn’t that bad, and many KOTLC readers will say that the relationship shipping is the best part of it though most people are becoming increasingly frustrated at Sophie’s oblivion. There is a bit of death in the series and gore, such as Umbra getting squished and dying, Alvar, Fitz and Bianas’ brother ‘dying’ and when multiple of the Goblin’s are killed by the Neverseen. But overall it’s very kid friendly but also entertaining for teens and adults. Plus if you are looking for a long series, -well there are thousands and thousands of pages to keep you entertained. As well as that the books aren’t too prizy and there’s lots of KOTLC merchandise available for any occasion as well.
One of the things that gets fans angry is that the matchmaking system is a system that takes in account all of your personality treats and family etc and gives you five lists of people from the ‘opposite’ gender that you would make a good match with, this system is totally exclusive to the whole LGBTQIA+ community which is very unfortunate and frustrating to readers who support/are part of the community.
Now for the best parts of KOTLC, the ships. Most readers are either very enthusiastic about Sokeefe or Fitzphie the whole way, now this can easily change, especially with what Fitz did to Sophie in Legacy. Some other popular ships to educate yourself on are Marellinh, Diana, Tiana, so-single (courtesy of Shannon Messenger not wanting to pick a side in the battle) and Chadelitz. Chandelitz being the best one out of them all. If you don’t know what it is, please EDUCATE yourself.
As well as this a KOTLC movie has been announced!! Fan’s are extremely excited, though since it was announced there has been no other news. But everyone cannot wait to finally go to the movies in a few years and see the books that they’ve put so much time into reading, and that has filled their mind for years to finally see what they’ve imagined play across the screen.
Overall, it’s one of the best series that I’ve ever read and I highly recommend it to anyone of the ages nine and up. It is so wholesome and enjoyable even though it is filled with angst. And given that the series is still ongoing and the books are very long I doubt you’ll run out of books very soon, and they are also so fun to re-read. I highly recommend purchasing a set of the books as they are not too pricey. All the books have so many twists and turns that will leave your jaw hanging open. It is written extremely well and has so many different elements that it’s nearly hard to keep track of. The plot, storyline, friendship, battles and romances will almost certainly keep you hooked for life.
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GOSSIP INFORMER
-Revealing the Truth about Mango Valley’s most Prestigious Residents-
Welcome back to the GOSSIP INFORMER column where we chat about the latest happenings in our very own town, Mango Valley!! Remember, whatever we say here stays here, this is a safe place for everyone’s secrets to be revealed to the whole town. And don’t be a party-pooper and take offence to any of this, after all it is just the truth, and you were the one who was dumb enough to do it and get caught. As well as that we’d like to give a big thank you to today’s victims for giving such awesome entertainment to everyone in Mango Valley!
First of all, today we will be taking a look at the most obscure happenings around town. Ms. Potato, a famous SWC host was seen over CCTV footage having a heated argument with Mr. Sven (the Moose from Frozen) over a ton of mangoes at the grocery store. And you might be thinking that this sounds like a pretty common occurrence in Mango Valley, but after what happens next, it really isn’t. Mr. Sven reers up on his hind legs, trying to intimidate Ms. Potato, but unfortunately this doesn’t go so well for him. What happens next is all a blur, the prestigious Ms. Potato grabs the crate and throws it straight at him, it misses by a millimetre and then they are in a full on brawl. To onlookers this looked rather strange, it’s not everyday you see a prestigious potato wrestling a giant moose with no class. If you go onto the MVN Website (Mango Valley News) you will have access to the full footage.
Next we have what we call the ‘Double Traitor’. This story is the one of the most scandalous yet and should have a mild warning to readers. Mr. Mango, the richest man in town was caught by his husband having an affair with Mr. Cookie, another rich busy body. There is footage of Mr. Mango, pleading with his husband and his husband Mr. Pomegranate finally gave in, saying it better not happen again. And we all know the type of person Mr. Mango is always breaking promises, anyway then the sweetest thing happens. Mr. Mango and Mr. Cookie baked a batch of Mr. Pomegranate's favourite cookies to make up for it. You can see the joy, contentedness and love on Mr. Pom’s face as he bites into it, the mango, white chocolate and caramel flavours filling his mouth. Until his throat starts to burn and clog up. The last thing we see as the footage goes dark is Mr. Mango and Mr. Cookies’ faces laughing evilly at the poisoned cookies they just served up.
I’m sorry to inform you that that is all the juicy stories we have for you today but be sure to spread them around and by the MVN tomorrow for our weekly special edition, where our own residents with the highest social statuses spill their deepest darkest secrets to the whole world.
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Spectacular Soap Sales Sky Rocket
Today we are announcing the grand opening of the new soap line: Soapy McSoapFace!! The Soapy McSoapFace is a brand new range of facial soap or scrub that comes in different colours, shades, scents, combinations and mediums. As well as this you can currently purchase it in either liquid, bar or foam soap as well as the options of body wash, hand gel, shampoo and conditioner, hair mask, or two in one. You can purchase it at Soap-it-Up/gel-bar-liquid.com.au selling at the price of 100 cookies a piece or 50 mangoes for two pieces. You may ask what actually makes this soap different from all the others apart from the expensive price? Well, it moisturises, hydrates and cleanses your skin all at once as well as getting rid of 99.9% of unhealthy bacterias and dirt. These qualities help keep your skin squeaky clean and reduce pores and blemishes. BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! It makes your body have a refreshing, familiar and attractive scent by massaging its blissful scent onto your body as you lather yourself in it. And there’s so many choices. There are colours ranging from pale pinks to lilac purples to baby blues to just plain clears and our most popular scents here in Mango Valley include mango party (a SWCers favourite), library (don’t you just love the scent of old, mildewy books?!) , and mint (since mint helps SWCers stay awake late at night in Cabin Wars etc). But there are hundreds of other scents as well. Buy this soap for 100 cookies a piece or 50 mangoes for two pieces to stay clean, healthy and smell like a goddess!!!!
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
☆ jia's encyclopedia of writing - swc july 2022 ☆
━━☆ dailies
▸07.01.22
▸07.02.22
▸07.03.22
▸07.04.22
▸07.05.22
━━☆ weeklies
▸week 1 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)
▸week 2
▸week 3
▸week 4
━━☆ word wars
▸date // words // with whom
━━☆ other
▸writing comp entry
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▸memory book cover entr(y/ies)
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
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Daily# 2
Question- will my character remember their past
Answer – My sources say no
The white stains the walls, bitter and unfeeling. The sheets, clean, yet abrasive to my blistering skin. Clipped protests escape the machines beside my bed. Yet a haze falls where there should be a past, beyond this insulated world, nothing exists. No memories care to grace themselves my presence.
Nurses, doctors perhaps, move throughout my limited consciences, of the world from which I see so far, has nothing to recommend it.
Today they have told me of the past, or at least partly, though to me, the words fall dully and without recognition. I am not who I was.
Perhaps I had thought that when I learnt of what was before, the wall that separates what was, and what is, would crumble. Yet, it did not. Where there first was haze, memories floating among forgotten past just beyond the veil, now, when I reach, I find only a solid wall, no cracks to see beyond.
With time, they tell me, that memories will resurface, the wall will erode – slowly. Should I choose to trust, I might believe the sentiment, though I do not know the ones who tell me so, and thus far, the wall has only strengthened.
They will discharge me today – though recollections evade me, and knowledge beyond my grasp – I have healed, or so I am told. The thin material of the nightgown I wear does little to ward off the cold, nor does the little hair that remains on my head, running against the puckered scar that remains. I am guided through the halls, tilled in white, brightly lit, clinical, much the same as my own room. A changeless, endless cycle of life resides in these halls, perhaps one which I will never fully leave.
Home – perhaps, or perhaps not. I am told it is, yet nothing marks it as mine. The red peeling paint on the walls, the yellowing drapes, the buckled windows, are all foreign. It stands alongside others, the same make, same colours, all aging, forgotten, set aside to face ruins alone.
The fate has been laid out, the show has started, the stage set. I will resign to what has been left for me, forsake what is now gone. For all I am is the present, no past hinders me, nothing tethers me to the world I have chanced upon. Perhaps, it is truly freedom that I have been granted.
Daily# 2
Question- will my character remember their past
Answer – My sources say no
The white stains the walls, bitter and unfeeling. The sheets, clean, yet abrasive to my blistering skin. Clipped protests escape the machines beside my bed. Yet a haze falls where there should be a past, beyond this insulated world, nothing exists. No memories care to grace themselves my presence.
Nurses, doctors perhaps, move throughout my limited consciences, of the world from which I see so far, has nothing to recommend it.
Today they have told me of the past, or at least partly, though to me, the words fall dully and without recognition. I am not who I was.
Perhaps I had thought that when I learnt of what was before, the wall that separates what was, and what is, would crumble. Yet, it did not. Where there first was haze, memories floating among forgotten past just beyond the veil, now, when I reach, I find only a solid wall, no cracks to see beyond.
With time, they tell me, that memories will resurface, the wall will erode – slowly. Should I choose to trust, I might believe the sentiment, though I do not know the ones who tell me so, and thus far, the wall has only strengthened.
They will discharge me today – though recollections evade me, and knowledge beyond my grasp – I have healed, or so I am told. The thin material of the nightgown I wear does little to ward off the cold, nor does the little hair that remains on my head, running against the puckered scar that remains. I am guided through the halls, tilled in white, brightly lit, clinical, much the same as my own room. A changeless, endless cycle of life resides in these halls, perhaps one which I will never fully leave.
Home – perhaps, or perhaps not. I am told it is, yet nothing marks it as mine. The red peeling paint on the walls, the yellowing drapes, the buckled windows, are all foreign. It stands alongside others, the same make, same colours, all aging, forgotten, set aside to face ruins alone.
The fate has been laid out, the show has started, the stage set. I will resign to what has been left for me, forsake what is now gone. For all I am is the present, no past hinders me, nothing tethers me to the world I have chanced upon. Perhaps, it is truly freedom that I have been granted.
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