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- Polarbear_17
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500+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Daily #4
Vague (286 words):
“Do you know where it is? I can't find it anywhere,” Luna was holding her phone, using it as a flashlight to search for something.
“Know where what is? What are you looking for?” Seltzer asked, trying to help Luna search for whatever was missing.
“The thing that was in my hands only moments ago! I'm telling you, it was right here, and now I can't find it…” Luna was panicking over whatever she lost and was becoming more hysterical by the minute. “My role as a leader is going to be ruined if I can't find it!”
“Look, you need to tell us what you're looking for, or we can't help you,” Sophie said impatiently. “What does it look like?”
“You know what it looks like! Items don't just magically transform into different shapes, so please! Help me already!” Luna began to tear open the sofas in the Horror leader lounge. Cushion filling was getting everywhere.
“Luna, what color is it? I think I found it over here!” Leopard said, pointing at something on the ground. “Come check it out!”
“Oh my gosh, did you find it?” Luna slowly approached the spot Leopard was pointing at.
“Yeah! It's a whole lot of nothing,” Leopard said sarcastically. “Now can you please at least use your words to describe what you're searching for?”
“The thing that was in my hand!” Luna screamed, annoyed that her co-leaders weren't listening to her. “It's gone, it's all over…”
“Your phone? That's what you're holding right now,” Sophie said, rolling her eyes.
“My phone? Oh my gosh, did you find it? Where is it?” Luna shouted with joy. Seltzer shook her head, clearly disappointed with Luna.
“You're holding it right now.”
Ambiguous (255 words):
“Luna, thank you so much for helping out with the cabin wars!” Sophie said, glad that Horror did not lose a single cabin war today.
“It's nothing, really,” Luna responded back.
“What is? The cabin wars? They're not just nothing, if we don't complete them, we'd lose a lot of points, you know that Luna–” Seltzer interjected.
“No, I think Luna meant that she didn't help at all with the cabin war–Luna! You're the leader here, why did you leave your campers to fend for themselves?” Leopard was shaking her head.
“Oh, sorry, I should have responded differently, I meant that I was glad to help with the cabin wars!” Luna responded, trying to correct her mistake.
“So you originally weren't glad to help? You said that you should have responded to the situation differently–” Sophie was confused by what her leader was saying.
“Actually, I think Luna meant that she was glad to help, but she should have responded differently instead, meaning that she wish she was less happy about the fact we won all those cabin wars–Luna, who's side are you really on?” Leopard felt betrayed.
“What side I'm on? I'm on the right side of the couch–” Luna replied back, clearly confused why Leopard was questioning her position on the couch.
“Is there a right side of the couch? I thought you could sit anywhere on the couch, there isn't a single correct place to sit on the couch,” Seltzer questioned. Today was a very tiring day for the Horror cabin leaders.
Vague (286 words):
“Do you know where it is? I can't find it anywhere,” Luna was holding her phone, using it as a flashlight to search for something.
“Know where what is? What are you looking for?” Seltzer asked, trying to help Luna search for whatever was missing.
“The thing that was in my hands only moments ago! I'm telling you, it was right here, and now I can't find it…” Luna was panicking over whatever she lost and was becoming more hysterical by the minute. “My role as a leader is going to be ruined if I can't find it!”
“Look, you need to tell us what you're looking for, or we can't help you,” Sophie said impatiently. “What does it look like?”
“You know what it looks like! Items don't just magically transform into different shapes, so please! Help me already!” Luna began to tear open the sofas in the Horror leader lounge. Cushion filling was getting everywhere.
“Luna, what color is it? I think I found it over here!” Leopard said, pointing at something on the ground. “Come check it out!”
“Oh my gosh, did you find it?” Luna slowly approached the spot Leopard was pointing at.
“Yeah! It's a whole lot of nothing,” Leopard said sarcastically. “Now can you please at least use your words to describe what you're searching for?”
“The thing that was in my hand!” Luna screamed, annoyed that her co-leaders weren't listening to her. “It's gone, it's all over…”
“Your phone? That's what you're holding right now,” Sophie said, rolling her eyes.
“My phone? Oh my gosh, did you find it? Where is it?” Luna shouted with joy. Seltzer shook her head, clearly disappointed with Luna.
“You're holding it right now.”
Ambiguous (255 words):
“Luna, thank you so much for helping out with the cabin wars!” Sophie said, glad that Horror did not lose a single cabin war today.
“It's nothing, really,” Luna responded back.
“What is? The cabin wars? They're not just nothing, if we don't complete them, we'd lose a lot of points, you know that Luna–” Seltzer interjected.
“No, I think Luna meant that she didn't help at all with the cabin war–Luna! You're the leader here, why did you leave your campers to fend for themselves?” Leopard was shaking her head.
“Oh, sorry, I should have responded differently, I meant that I was glad to help with the cabin wars!” Luna responded, trying to correct her mistake.
“So you originally weren't glad to help? You said that you should have responded to the situation differently–” Sophie was confused by what her leader was saying.
“Actually, I think Luna meant that she was glad to help, but she should have responded differently instead, meaning that she wish she was less happy about the fact we won all those cabin wars–Luna, who's side are you really on?” Leopard felt betrayed.
“What side I'm on? I'm on the right side of the couch–” Luna replied back, clearly confused why Leopard was questioning her position on the couch.
“Is there a right side of the couch? I thought you could sit anywhere on the couch, there isn't a single correct place to sit on the couch,” Seltzer questioned. Today was a very tiring day for the Horror cabin leaders.
- TwirlStar
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100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Daily 4
511 words
Vagueness
“Tell me what the prophecy means!” I demand the Oracle.
“It means that something will happen. Something big, something small, or nothing at all,” the Oracle replies mysteriously.
“Okay… so will this ‘something’ be good or bad?”
“It depends on who you ask. What is good for some may be bad for others, and what is bad for some may be good for others.”
“What about for me? If you ask me, would this event be good or bad?”
“That depends on your perspective about what happens.”
This crazy old lady is starting to drive me insane. “Why aren't you giving me any clear answers?” I ask.
The Oracle looks me dead in the eyes, and I get the feeling that she's about to tell me something important. But all she says is, “Because, young one, the answers you seek are already inside your heart. Look within yourself, and in time, you shall realize the truth.”
I groan. “Can you at least tell me when this prophesied event, whatever it is, will happen?”
“I can.”
“So… when will it happen?”
“It will happen someday. In the future.”
“How soon in the future? Will it be in a short time or a long time?”
“Time is relative. It may feel like many lifetimes for a small organism like a fly, but only the blink of an eye in the calendar of the universe. Now you must leave me. I have things to do.”
Annoyed, I exit the Oracle's cave, having wasted time and gained nothing from visiting her.
Ambiguity
“Hey, do you want to see that new movie that's coming out?” Emilia asks. “This poster says it's only in theaters on July 1st. What day do you want to go?”
“Well, July 1st, because it's only available on July 1st!” I reply.
“No,” says Emilia, “It comes out on July 1st and you can see it for the whole month, but in theaters only.”
“Okay, then how about July 2nd? And before that, we can go swing at the park. Bring your bat. I'll bring a pitcher too. What time? How about 8:30?”
“Okay,” Emilia replies. “See you then!”
A few days later, I go to the park, but Emilia is not there. I wait fifteen more minutes, but she still doesn't show up. This confuses me because my best friend is never late. I text her, “Where are you? I'm waiting for you at the park.”
She texts back, “Whoops! I thought we were going at 8:30 PM, not AM! On my way.”
Emilia finally arrives, but for some reason, she's holding a baseball bat.
“Why do you have a baseball bat?” I question.
“You told me to bring it! I thought we were going to swing!”
“No!” I exclaim. “I meant you should bring Lola, your pet bat, and we could go on the swings!”
“Then why did you say you'd invite a pitcher?”
“I have a pitcher; it's in my hand!” I hold up a drink pitcher full of lemonade. “Ok, next time, we should be more specific.”
511 words
Vagueness
“Tell me what the prophecy means!” I demand the Oracle.
“It means that something will happen. Something big, something small, or nothing at all,” the Oracle replies mysteriously.
“Okay… so will this ‘something’ be good or bad?”
“It depends on who you ask. What is good for some may be bad for others, and what is bad for some may be good for others.”
“What about for me? If you ask me, would this event be good or bad?”
“That depends on your perspective about what happens.”
This crazy old lady is starting to drive me insane. “Why aren't you giving me any clear answers?” I ask.
The Oracle looks me dead in the eyes, and I get the feeling that she's about to tell me something important. But all she says is, “Because, young one, the answers you seek are already inside your heart. Look within yourself, and in time, you shall realize the truth.”
I groan. “Can you at least tell me when this prophesied event, whatever it is, will happen?”
“I can.”
“So… when will it happen?”
“It will happen someday. In the future.”
“How soon in the future? Will it be in a short time or a long time?”
“Time is relative. It may feel like many lifetimes for a small organism like a fly, but only the blink of an eye in the calendar of the universe. Now you must leave me. I have things to do.”
Annoyed, I exit the Oracle's cave, having wasted time and gained nothing from visiting her.
Ambiguity
“Hey, do you want to see that new movie that's coming out?” Emilia asks. “This poster says it's only in theaters on July 1st. What day do you want to go?”
“Well, July 1st, because it's only available on July 1st!” I reply.
“No,” says Emilia, “It comes out on July 1st and you can see it for the whole month, but in theaters only.”
“Okay, then how about July 2nd? And before that, we can go swing at the park. Bring your bat. I'll bring a pitcher too. What time? How about 8:30?”
“Okay,” Emilia replies. “See you then!”
A few days later, I go to the park, but Emilia is not there. I wait fifteen more minutes, but she still doesn't show up. This confuses me because my best friend is never late. I text her, “Where are you? I'm waiting for you at the park.”
She texts back, “Whoops! I thought we were going at 8:30 PM, not AM! On my way.”
Emilia finally arrives, but for some reason, she's holding a baseball bat.
“Why do you have a baseball bat?” I question.
“You told me to bring it! I thought we were going to swing!”
“No!” I exclaim. “I meant you should bring Lola, your pet bat, and we could go on the swings!”
“Then why did you say you'd invite a pitcher?”
“I have a pitcher; it's in my hand!” I hold up a drink pitcher full of lemonade. “Ok, next time, we should be more specific.”
Last edited by TwirlStar (July 4, 2022 05:05:19)
- TheWarriorCat0416
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1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Daily 4
-vagueness
263/250 words
“Hello.”
“Huh?”
I wake up somewhere. I feel dizzy, and I seem to be falling.
“Who are you? Where am I?”
The colors swirl around me like a tornado.
“I am someone. You’re… here.”
“But what do you mean? Where are we going?”
“I mean we’re here, and we’re going there.”
“Ugh! You’re so frustrating!”
“Would you like to see it?”
“See what?”
“Your home. My home. Our home.”
“Uhh, sure?”
In the middle of the color, a circle appears. It’s like a tv screen. I floated around it. It seemed to be flat, like paper.
“What’s this?”
“Your home.”
The circle flickers and shows an image. I expected a view of my house, but instead I see a galaxy.
“Woah!”
The figure points at the galaxy.
“This is your home.”
He points at the center of the galaxy.
“This is my home.”
“Wait- We’re here?”
I start to panic.
“How am I going to get back? It would take me years to get even a millionth of the way there…”
“No.”
“What?”
“We are not at my home.”
“Where are we, then?”
“Here. There. Everywhere.”
This again?
“Can I go back?”
“To your home?”
“Yes, to my home.”
“Please come back.”
“Sure, if I find a way to come back.”
The colors suddenly come closer to me, enveloping me in pinks and greens and blues. It’s a pleasant feeling, with all of the color in the world here for me to see.
But as soon as it started, it ended.
I find myself in a monotone world.
“Hello.”
“Huh?”
Ambiguity
385/250 words
Ben walks into the shady alleyway.
“So Trish says this is the right address?”
He immediately gets pulled into a strange room.
“Oh my gosh- GET OFF ME!”
He proceeds to scream and thrash as his captor barely manages to keep ahold of him.
“Be quiet! You’re gonna get me captured again!”
Ben immediately recognizes the voice and relaxes.
He takes a deep breath before giving the person a slip of paper.
“So this is the hideout? Pretty dirty for a top-secret organization…”
“Yep.”
The person reaches for a light switch on the ceiling.
The light flickers for a few seconds, then lights up.
A whole room of different machines is revealed by the light.
The person steps into the light.
She has dark skin, with dark hair too. Her clothes and skin are dirty, but her eyes are shining like diamonds.
The woman, named Trish, grabs Ben’s wrist and pulls him over to a machine.
“Look at this.”
Ben looks over at the machine.
“No, look at what I’m holding.”
Trish is holding a clear bag with a glass tube in it. The tube has a strange, luminescent liquid in it.
“Woah. Is this the government’s poison you stole?”
“Yes. And we’re going to find out what it’s for. Do you want to see the machines we have here?”
“Yeah!”
Ben’s eyes flicker, looking for a machine he would want to see up close.
“Duck!”
Ben ducks, and the looks at Trish.
Trish looks at Ben and laughs.
“Sorry. There’s a duck. It somehow got in here, haha.”
She points to a duck near the entrance.
The two then walk over to a machine with a bunny in it.
“This was found in one of the government’s labs. We’re testing it to see how deadly it is.”
“Wait- No! But the bunny’s going to die!”
Trish presses a button, and the machine starts to move.
“Ben, the bunny’s not going to die. Why would we do that? The bunny is deadly. See?”
The machine lets out a loud clank and a fox is released into the same room as the bunny.
The bunny immediately starts to fight.
“Wow!”
After a long day of testing machines, Ben leaves the lab.
“That was fun. Invite me next time you raid a government lab.”
“Will do!”
648 words (total)
-vagueness
263/250 words
“Hello.”
“Huh?”
I wake up somewhere. I feel dizzy, and I seem to be falling.
“Who are you? Where am I?”
The colors swirl around me like a tornado.
“I am someone. You’re… here.”
“But what do you mean? Where are we going?”
“I mean we’re here, and we’re going there.”
“Ugh! You’re so frustrating!”
“Would you like to see it?”
“See what?”
“Your home. My home. Our home.”
“Uhh, sure?”
In the middle of the color, a circle appears. It’s like a tv screen. I floated around it. It seemed to be flat, like paper.
“What’s this?”
“Your home.”
The circle flickers and shows an image. I expected a view of my house, but instead I see a galaxy.
“Woah!”
The figure points at the galaxy.
“This is your home.”
He points at the center of the galaxy.
“This is my home.”
“Wait- We’re here?”
I start to panic.
“How am I going to get back? It would take me years to get even a millionth of the way there…”
“No.”
“What?”
“We are not at my home.”
“Where are we, then?”
“Here. There. Everywhere.”
This again?
“Can I go back?”
“To your home?”
“Yes, to my home.”
“Please come back.”
“Sure, if I find a way to come back.”
The colors suddenly come closer to me, enveloping me in pinks and greens and blues. It’s a pleasant feeling, with all of the color in the world here for me to see.
But as soon as it started, it ended.
I find myself in a monotone world.
“Hello.”
“Huh?”
Ambiguity
385/250 words
Ben walks into the shady alleyway.
“So Trish says this is the right address?”
He immediately gets pulled into a strange room.
“Oh my gosh- GET OFF ME!”
He proceeds to scream and thrash as his captor barely manages to keep ahold of him.
“Be quiet! You’re gonna get me captured again!”
Ben immediately recognizes the voice and relaxes.
He takes a deep breath before giving the person a slip of paper.
“So this is the hideout? Pretty dirty for a top-secret organization…”
“Yep.”
The person reaches for a light switch on the ceiling.
The light flickers for a few seconds, then lights up.
A whole room of different machines is revealed by the light.
The person steps into the light.
She has dark skin, with dark hair too. Her clothes and skin are dirty, but her eyes are shining like diamonds.
The woman, named Trish, grabs Ben’s wrist and pulls him over to a machine.
“Look at this.”
Ben looks over at the machine.
“No, look at what I’m holding.”
Trish is holding a clear bag with a glass tube in it. The tube has a strange, luminescent liquid in it.
“Woah. Is this the government’s poison you stole?”
“Yes. And we’re going to find out what it’s for. Do you want to see the machines we have here?”
“Yeah!”
Ben’s eyes flicker, looking for a machine he would want to see up close.
“Duck!”
Ben ducks, and the looks at Trish.
Trish looks at Ben and laughs.
“Sorry. There’s a duck. It somehow got in here, haha.”
She points to a duck near the entrance.
The two then walk over to a machine with a bunny in it.
“This was found in one of the government’s labs. We’re testing it to see how deadly it is.”
“Wait- No! But the bunny’s going to die!”
Trish presses a button, and the machine starts to move.
“Ben, the bunny’s not going to die. Why would we do that? The bunny is deadly. See?”
The machine lets out a loud clank and a fox is released into the same room as the bunny.
The bunny immediately starts to fight.
“Wow!”
After a long day of testing machines, Ben leaves the lab.
“That was fun. Invite me next time you raid a government lab.”
“Will do!”
648 words (total)
- Dawn_Camps
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1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Daily for July 4th
Word Count: 540
Vague (262 words)
“Hey, you!” Cash yelled across the street. “Can you grab that thing over there?”
Three people turned around.
“Me?” They all asked.
“Yeah, you!”
“Huh?”
“Am I not making myself clear?” Cash was getting impatient. “I asked if you could grab that thing over there. The one next to the large thing a ma jig.”
“What thing? And who are you talking to?” One person asked.
“The thing that's over there, right next to the other thing.” Cash rolled his eyes. “And I was talking to you. You know, the person, standing across the street.”
“Look, if you want help, you have to be more specific.” One person tapped their foot impatiently.
“I am being specific. I had it earlier and now it's over there. Can. You. Get. It?”
“You know what, I'm done with this.” One of the people rolled their eyes and walked away.
“Well, that narrows it down a bit.” Another person snorted.
“I'm not in the mood for games. I just want my thing back!”
“Well, what thing!?”
“Ugh, the one I had before. It's around there. It's on the ground.”
“I really have no clue what you're talking about.” One of the people left, leaving only one person remaining.
“Is this what you're looking for?” The remaining person picked something up off the pavement and held it up.
“No, but the thing I'm looking for is near there.” Cash yelled back.
“There are tons of things near here.” The person looked at the mess around them.
“Whatever, I'll get it myself.” Cash crossed the street and strode towards them.
Ambiguity (280 words)
“Hello, Crystal!” Kiki waved.
“Hey, Kiki!” Crystal's step faltered. “Did you do something different today?”
Kiki beamed. “I'm so glad you noticed! I did my own makeup for the first time.”
“Oh, yeah. It's pretty noticeable.” Crystal plastered a grin on her face.
“Do you like it?” Kiki's expression was so hopeful.
“It's definitely different from how you normally look.” Crystal hid a grimace. I hope that was ok. I hope she doesn't suspect how I really feel about it.
“Thank you! I thought I could use a new look. You know freshen up a bit.” Kiki tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I'm kind of hoping a certain someone notices.” Her voice softened and she glanced toward Robert.
“I'm pretty sure he'll notice you.” Crystal bit her lip. Should I tell her?
Just then, Robert approached them. “Hey, Crystal! And… Kiki?”
“Hey, Robert!”
“Hello, Robert.” Kiki looked up at him through her lashes.
“Uh, Kiki, you look… different than usual.”
“You noticed.” Kiki looked pleased. “What do you think of my makeup?”
“It, uh, looks interesting.” Robert met Crystal's eyes and they shared a look.
“Thank you!” Kiki's grin lit up her whole face. “I wasn't sure you would notice.”
“Oh, you didn't need to worry about that.” Robert seemed to regret the words as soon as they popped out of his mouth. But Kiki looked pleased with them.
“Are you saying, I stand out?”
“Yeah…”
Kiki smiled up at him, beamed would have been a better word.
“Umm, Kiki, we better get to class now.” Crystal pulled Kiki away and waved to Robert.
“Bye, Robert!” Kiki said with a dreamy look on her face.
- Cynthialz
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1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
July 4th Daily (564 Words)
TOC
Vague: (266 Words)
Beatrice turned to her husband. “You don't mind if I go out later today right?
”I guess not, when are you going?“
”Sometime later today.“
”I need to know a more exact time so I can know if im free to watch the kids then.“
”Fine, in an hour or so.“
”Still not helpful. Where are you going anyways.“ He asked as Beatrice continued doing her makeup.
”I don't know somewhere.“ Her husband raised his eyebrows.
”I'd like to know where you're going.“
”None of your business that's where.“
”I'm pretty sure it is my business.“ he pressed.
”Fine, I'm going out downtown.“
”Yeah, but WHERE downtown.“
”Somewhere.“
”Are you serious?“
”Yes, now will you be able to watch the kids or not?“
”I guess. I'll just have to cancel my plans for the rest of the day since I have no * idea when you're going or when you'll be back.“
”I'll be back later tonight.“
”Does that mean I'll have to put the kids to bed.“
”Probably.“
”Okay, are you sure it's a good idea to be going out alone this late at night?“
”Oh don't worry I won't be alone.“
”Really? Who are you going with?“
”Somebody.“
”Do you have any idea how ANNOYING your being.“ Her husband groaned.
”Sounds like your problem. not mine.“ He sighed.
”You know what, whatever. Go do whatever you were doing and I'll see you later I guess, just stay safe.“
”Whatever, bye. I'll be back sometime soon! Or not, who knows. Just cook the kids something to eat for dinner and I'll be back later. “
Ambiguous: (298 Words)
Amrita yawned, ”Man, I havn't slept for DAYS.“
”What? you should get some sleep now then.“ Danielle responded.
”What do you mean have you slept for days?“
”Um yeah, I slept yesterday.“
”Yeah, same, but have you slept for DAYS?“
”What do you mean?“
”I mean have you slept for days at a time.“ Danielle rolled her eyes at Amrita.
”Well how the heck was I supposed to know that?“ Suddenly Amrita's mom brings up some snacks.
”Here you guys try these and tell me how they taste.“ Danielle tried one and exclaimed,
”Wow I've never had cookies like these before, what did you put in them.?“
”Yeah mom, did you try a new recipe?“ Amrita asks her mother.
”I did actually!“
”Interesting.“ Once Amrita's mom had left Danielle turned to Amrita.
”Did I tell you that my dog ate a bird and it died yesterday.“
”Not you didn't, but yeah no kidding it's dead.“
”Are you not sad about it?“
”Not really why should it be? They die all the time.“
”Are you serious? Of course they die all the time, but I'm still sad! People die all the time and you'd still be sad if your sister had died!“
”Well yeah, but that's different. I would be sad if my sister died BECAUSE SHE'S MY SISTER. Why would you be sad if your dog ate a bird and it died, it's just a bird.“
”I MEAN MY DOG DIED YOU MORON.“
”I'm sorry your dog died, but how exactly does that make me a moron? You were being unclear.“
”What do you mean? I said that my dog ate a bird and then died. How could I have been any clearer?“ Amrita sighed.
”Whatever, I give up.“
”No I'm serious.“
”Let's just go to bed."
TOC
Vague: (266 Words)
Beatrice turned to her husband. “You don't mind if I go out later today right?
”I guess not, when are you going?“
”Sometime later today.“
”I need to know a more exact time so I can know if im free to watch the kids then.“
”Fine, in an hour or so.“
”Still not helpful. Where are you going anyways.“ He asked as Beatrice continued doing her makeup.
”I don't know somewhere.“ Her husband raised his eyebrows.
”I'd like to know where you're going.“
”None of your business that's where.“
”I'm pretty sure it is my business.“ he pressed.
”Fine, I'm going out downtown.“
”Yeah, but WHERE downtown.“
”Somewhere.“
”Are you serious?“
”Yes, now will you be able to watch the kids or not?“
”I guess. I'll just have to cancel my plans for the rest of the day since I have no * idea when you're going or when you'll be back.“
”I'll be back later tonight.“
”Does that mean I'll have to put the kids to bed.“
”Probably.“
”Okay, are you sure it's a good idea to be going out alone this late at night?“
”Oh don't worry I won't be alone.“
”Really? Who are you going with?“
”Somebody.“
”Do you have any idea how ANNOYING your being.“ Her husband groaned.
”Sounds like your problem. not mine.“ He sighed.
”You know what, whatever. Go do whatever you were doing and I'll see you later I guess, just stay safe.“
”Whatever, bye. I'll be back sometime soon! Or not, who knows. Just cook the kids something to eat for dinner and I'll be back later. “
Ambiguous: (298 Words)
Amrita yawned, ”Man, I havn't slept for DAYS.“
”What? you should get some sleep now then.“ Danielle responded.
”What do you mean have you slept for days?“
”Um yeah, I slept yesterday.“
”Yeah, same, but have you slept for DAYS?“
”What do you mean?“
”I mean have you slept for days at a time.“ Danielle rolled her eyes at Amrita.
”Well how the heck was I supposed to know that?“ Suddenly Amrita's mom brings up some snacks.
”Here you guys try these and tell me how they taste.“ Danielle tried one and exclaimed,
”Wow I've never had cookies like these before, what did you put in them.?“
”Yeah mom, did you try a new recipe?“ Amrita asks her mother.
”I did actually!“
”Interesting.“ Once Amrita's mom had left Danielle turned to Amrita.
”Did I tell you that my dog ate a bird and it died yesterday.“
”Not you didn't, but yeah no kidding it's dead.“
”Are you not sad about it?“
”Not really why should it be? They die all the time.“
”Are you serious? Of course they die all the time, but I'm still sad! People die all the time and you'd still be sad if your sister had died!“
”Well yeah, but that's different. I would be sad if my sister died BECAUSE SHE'S MY SISTER. Why would you be sad if your dog ate a bird and it died, it's just a bird.“
”I MEAN MY DOG DIED YOU MORON.“
”I'm sorry your dog died, but how exactly does that make me a moron? You were being unclear.“
”What do you mean? I said that my dog ate a bird and then died. How could I have been any clearer?“ Amrita sighed.
”Whatever, I give up.“
”No I'm serious.“
”Let's just go to bed."
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- opportunity-
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100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
❥ 〉daily (for main cabin)
❥ 〉july 4th UTC
#04. the difference between vagueness and ambiguity
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✦ 〉287 words
Beatrix looked up from her computer screen, hearing a knock on her door.
“Come in!” She said loudly, and the door opened to reveal Maisie all dressed up to go somewhere. Beatrix frowned, asking, “Where are you going?” Maisie simply smiled and said, “Somewhere.” Beatrix looked at Maisie oddly; it wasn’t like her to be vague.
“And where might ‘somewhere’ be?” Beatrix asked. Maisie crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame.
“Somewhere, out in the world,” Maisie said, waving her hand vaguely, not meeting Beatrix’s eyes.
“Are you going to the store or something?” Beatrix asked. Maisie just nodded, not saying anything as a smile flashed across her face again.
“…Which store?” Beatrix asked again, getting slightly annoyed with her suddenly vague friend.
“The store where you buy stuff, silly,” Maisie said, rolling her eyes playfully. She knew very well that she was annoying Beatrix, yet she still continued to do it.
“Buy what? Groceries? Clothes?”
“Yeah, yeah, one of those things.”
“Clothes — right? You’re always buying clothes.”
“Maybe.”
Beatrix scowled. “So you’re going to a clothing store. Which one?”
“One near here.”
“Maisie! There’s, like, ten clothing stores around here.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“What’s the name of it?” Beatrix threw her hands up into the air in frustration, almost ready to give up. Maisie just shrugged, still slightly smiling.
“Maisie, come on! Just tell me where you’re going!” Beatrix exclaimed, exasperated.
“I already told you; somewhere.” Maisie said, grinning now. Beatrix locked her lips, refusing to ask anymore questions. Maisie, noticing that Beatrix had given up, laughed.
“Just let me know if you want to come along, Bea,” Maisie said, then twirled around and walked out of the room. Beatrix smiled and shook her head.
- ambiguity -
✦ 〉285 words
“Hey, guys! I finally got the fridge up and running again!” Alene exclaimed as they walked into the living room. Copper and Quaeth, her two friends, were sitting on the couch. They both looked up
Quaeth spoke first, saying, “Aw, how did you get the fridge to run? Did you scare it or something?” Alene turned to look at him, confused.
“No, I mean—“ Alene started to say before Copper interrupted her.
“I think Alene means that she fixed the fridge,” Copper said in a matter-of-fact way. Quaeth turned to him, frowning.
“Uh, no,” Quaeth said, “I’m pretty sure Alene meant that the fridge is running, instead of walking now.” Alene looked back and forth between Copper and Quaeth, even more confused than before.
“Fridges can’t run, silly,” Copper said, rolling his eyes. Quaeth frowned again.
“Yeah, well, yesterday when Alene said that the fridge stopped running nobody said anything. And now, the fridge is running again. It’s perfectly normal, right Alene?” Quaeth said, turning to his puzzled friend. Before Alene could actually say anything, Copper interrupted them again.
“No, you’re wrong. The fridge just broke yesterday, and now the fridge is working again. Right, Alene?” Copper said. Now both him and Quaeth were looking at Alene expectantly. After a few moments of complete silence, Alene smiled.
“How are you two arguing about this right now?” She asked, laughing.
Copper and Quaeth spoke at the same time, saying the same thing: “We’re not! He’s just wrong!” They both glared at each other. Alene laughed again.
“I’ll leave you two to argue about this,” she said, then proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving the two friends still sitting on the couch, confused as ever.
❥ 〉july 4th UTC
#04. the difference between vagueness and ambiguity
✦ 〉total amount of words: 572
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✦ 〉287 words
Beatrix looked up from her computer screen, hearing a knock on her door.
“Come in!” She said loudly, and the door opened to reveal Maisie all dressed up to go somewhere. Beatrix frowned, asking, “Where are you going?” Maisie simply smiled and said, “Somewhere.” Beatrix looked at Maisie oddly; it wasn’t like her to be vague.
“And where might ‘somewhere’ be?” Beatrix asked. Maisie crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame.
“Somewhere, out in the world,” Maisie said, waving her hand vaguely, not meeting Beatrix’s eyes.
“Are you going to the store or something?” Beatrix asked. Maisie just nodded, not saying anything as a smile flashed across her face again.
“…Which store?” Beatrix asked again, getting slightly annoyed with her suddenly vague friend.
“The store where you buy stuff, silly,” Maisie said, rolling her eyes playfully. She knew very well that she was annoying Beatrix, yet she still continued to do it.
“Buy what? Groceries? Clothes?”
“Yeah, yeah, one of those things.”
“Clothes — right? You’re always buying clothes.”
“Maybe.”
Beatrix scowled. “So you’re going to a clothing store. Which one?”
“One near here.”
“Maisie! There’s, like, ten clothing stores around here.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“What’s the name of it?” Beatrix threw her hands up into the air in frustration, almost ready to give up. Maisie just shrugged, still slightly smiling.
“Maisie, come on! Just tell me where you’re going!” Beatrix exclaimed, exasperated.
“I already told you; somewhere.” Maisie said, grinning now. Beatrix locked her lips, refusing to ask anymore questions. Maisie, noticing that Beatrix had given up, laughed.
“Just let me know if you want to come along, Bea,” Maisie said, then twirled around and walked out of the room. Beatrix smiled and shook her head.
- ambiguity -
✦ 〉285 words
“Hey, guys! I finally got the fridge up and running again!” Alene exclaimed as they walked into the living room. Copper and Quaeth, her two friends, were sitting on the couch. They both looked up
Quaeth spoke first, saying, “Aw, how did you get the fridge to run? Did you scare it or something?” Alene turned to look at him, confused.
“No, I mean—“ Alene started to say before Copper interrupted her.
“I think Alene means that she fixed the fridge,” Copper said in a matter-of-fact way. Quaeth turned to him, frowning.
“Uh, no,” Quaeth said, “I’m pretty sure Alene meant that the fridge is running, instead of walking now.” Alene looked back and forth between Copper and Quaeth, even more confused than before.
“Fridges can’t run, silly,” Copper said, rolling his eyes. Quaeth frowned again.
“Yeah, well, yesterday when Alene said that the fridge stopped running nobody said anything. And now, the fridge is running again. It’s perfectly normal, right Alene?” Quaeth said, turning to his puzzled friend. Before Alene could actually say anything, Copper interrupted them again.
“No, you’re wrong. The fridge just broke yesterday, and now the fridge is working again. Right, Alene?” Copper said. Now both him and Quaeth were looking at Alene expectantly. After a few moments of complete silence, Alene smiled.
“How are you two arguing about this right now?” She asked, laughing.
Copper and Quaeth spoke at the same time, saying the same thing: “We’re not! He’s just wrong!” They both glared at each other. Alene laughed again.
“I’ll leave you two to argue about this,” she said, then proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving the two friends still sitting on the couch, confused as ever.
- gardenqnomes-
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12 posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
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July 4th Daily - Vagueness and Ambiguity
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- Vagueness -
Trixie Hugman walked steadily and silently down the entrance steps of her school. She had no one to walk home with, of course. Her pitch black hair was always tangled with knots and ruffled by the wind, her shirts had faded graphics for old tv-shows no one ever watched, and her torn up sneakers looked as though she'd worn them her entire life. This was the part about her that repulsed most girls in her grade, who were obsessed with beauty, and make-up, and boys. Not in the good way. In the “Ooo do you like Darren blah blah blah something about how cute he is” kind of way. Not that everyone talked about that, though. There were some girls who were into cartoons, a selection who were into videogames, those three really athletic girls, that one who was always in the library at lunch, and…Olivia. There wasn't a good way to describe Olivia. ‘Weird’ is too strong and ‘amazing’ isn't truthful enough. Everyone called her the bug girl. A bit too strong though, isn't it? Before Trixie knew it, she was home. She had walked home since kindergarten, ignoring the dubious looks the teachers exchanged whenever walkers were called on the speakers. She had the entire route memorized. Go left, straight, right, cross the street, straight, walk to the end of the block, go inside. A bit far, yes. She didn't quite care though. Unlocking the dark wooden door and stepping inside. Ugh. Mom was home early. Again. Great, just great. Trixie decided that maybe if she was quiet, she could sneak past. She had memorized all the creaky floorboards, all the doors that squeaked, all the bumps in the wrinkled rug at the top of the stairs. Slowly shutting the door, Trixie didn't bother to lock it. Despite her efforts, the click the door made when it shut alerted her mother that she was there. “Hey, Twix!” Her mom remarked, continuing to type something on her computer. Probably something for work. The last job's shifts never ended this early, but neither did this one's. If she was going to work, why didn't she do it there? “Don't call me that,” Trixie snapped, making a move for the stairs. Before she could even get past the scrawny welcome mat she was supposed to wipe her shoes on, her mother responded. By changing the subject. Typical. “How was today at school?” Trixie desperately wanted to go upstairs and talk to Julie. It hadn't been the same since she moved, there was no one else like her. Trixie grumbled in response. “Oookay. Did you learn anything?” Trixie's mom pressed, trying to squeeze some kind of conversation out of her. “No,” She mumbled, lurching forward. “Talk to anyone new?” Her mom's face was scrunched up as she struggled to read some text on her screen. “Yes,” Trixie replied faintly, fiddling with her thumbs. “Wonderful to see you're branching out! Who?” Mom asked, and Trixe shrugged. “Someone,” Trixe's mother had an exasperated look on her face from what Trixie could see on the computer screen's reflection. “Who, Trixie?” She said in a I-don't-have-time-for-games tone. “Someone in my grade,” Trixie took a step towards the staircase. “Boy or girl?” Trixie took a step closer. "Why does it matter to you now?" She spat, stepping forward twice quickly.
July 4th Daily - Vagueness and Ambiguity
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Trixie Hugman walked steadily and silently down the entrance steps of her school. She had no one to walk home with, of course. Her pitch black hair was always tangled with knots and ruffled by the wind, her shirts had faded graphics for old tv-shows no one ever watched, and her torn up sneakers looked as though she'd worn them her entire life. This was the part about her that repulsed most girls in her grade, who were obsessed with beauty, and make-up, and boys. Not in the good way. In the “Ooo do you like Darren blah blah blah something about how cute he is” kind of way. Not that everyone talked about that, though. There were some girls who were into cartoons, a selection who were into videogames, those three really athletic girls, that one who was always in the library at lunch, and…Olivia. There wasn't a good way to describe Olivia. ‘Weird’ is too strong and ‘amazing’ isn't truthful enough. Everyone called her the bug girl. A bit too strong though, isn't it? Before Trixie knew it, she was home. She had walked home since kindergarten, ignoring the dubious looks the teachers exchanged whenever walkers were called on the speakers. She had the entire route memorized. Go left, straight, right, cross the street, straight, walk to the end of the block, go inside. A bit far, yes. She didn't quite care though. Unlocking the dark wooden door and stepping inside. Ugh. Mom was home early. Again. Great, just great. Trixie decided that maybe if she was quiet, she could sneak past. She had memorized all the creaky floorboards, all the doors that squeaked, all the bumps in the wrinkled rug at the top of the stairs. Slowly shutting the door, Trixie didn't bother to lock it. Despite her efforts, the click the door made when it shut alerted her mother that she was there. “Hey, Twix!” Her mom remarked, continuing to type something on her computer. Probably something for work. The last job's shifts never ended this early, but neither did this one's. If she was going to work, why didn't she do it there? “Don't call me that,” Trixie snapped, making a move for the stairs. Before she could even get past the scrawny welcome mat she was supposed to wipe her shoes on, her mother responded. By changing the subject. Typical. “How was today at school?” Trixie desperately wanted to go upstairs and talk to Julie. It hadn't been the same since she moved, there was no one else like her. Trixie grumbled in response. “Oookay. Did you learn anything?” Trixie's mom pressed, trying to squeeze some kind of conversation out of her. “No,” She mumbled, lurching forward. “Talk to anyone new?” Her mom's face was scrunched up as she struggled to read some text on her screen. “Yes,” Trixie replied faintly, fiddling with her thumbs. “Wonderful to see you're branching out! Who?” Mom asked, and Trixe shrugged. “Someone,” Trixe's mother had an exasperated look on her face from what Trixie could see on the computer screen's reflection. “Who, Trixie?” She said in a I-don't-have-time-for-games tone. “Someone in my grade,” Trixie took a step towards the staircase. “Boy or girl?” Trixie took a step closer. "Why does it matter to you now?" She spat, stepping forward twice quickly.
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- mossflower29
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1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Ambiguity:
“Are you ready to play?” the captain yelled to her team, voice as loudly and motivationally as she could make it.
They shouted their approval, except one, who broke off from the group.
The kid raced all the way over to the bleachers, ripping off their green and brown team jersey on the way.
“Hey!” the captain called after him. “Where are you going?”
“I didn't know we were supposed to bring our instruments!” he yelled, pulling on a coat, then crossing the field again, heading towards the parking lot.
“Wait!” the captain shouted.
“We were supposed to bring weights, too?” the poor kid was so far away that his voice barely made it back to the rest of the team.
The leader sighed and shrugged, turning back to their team.
***
Five minutes, when the boy returned, lugging a massive tuba and a ten-pound weight, the game was about to start.
“This is soccer, you don't need that stuff to play!” a helpful team member told him.
“I don't need it?” he said in a small voice. “Okay…”
He turned around yet again, this time heading for the trash can. “I was planning to head to my tuba lesson later, I guess that's not important anymore.”
“No, no, no!” the captain sighed. “I meant that you should give all this musical instrument stuff a break, and start to get your head in the game!”
“A…break?”
Before anyone could stop him, the boy lifted the massive weight above his head and brought it down with full force onto the tuba.
Vagueness:
“Hey Naomi, could you get the thing?” my mom asks me absentmindedly.
“What thing?” I respond, setting my book on my knee.
“Y'know,” she says, typing furiously on her phone.
“I really don't,” I say, a bit confused. “Where is it?”
“It's, it's about this size.” She waves her hand in the air. “And it's over in that direction.”
I sigh, sadly standing up from my chair and walking towards the kitchen.
“No,” is her only response.
I turn towards the living room.
“No,” she says again.
The stairs.
“Nope.”
The other stairs.
“No.”
“Are you paying attention?” I ask her. “It kinda seems like you're not.”
“One second,” she keeps typing as furiously as a Moonlit in a word war.
I sigh, sitting back down with my book. But just as I find my page again, she looks up.
“Did you find it?” she asks, her eyes finally meeting mine.
“No!” I exclaim. “Can you just tell me what it is you're looking for so that I can help!”
“Justtt a second,” she turns back to her phone screen and resumes her typing.
“Mama.”
“What is it?”
“It's been more than a second.”
“It has?” she asks absentmindedly.
I nod, impressed when she actually notices.
“Well, give me just a few more…”
“How many?”
“What?”
“How many more seconds do you need?”
“Just some…”
“Can you please clarify what this ‘some’ is?” By this point, I'm barely paying attention, just flipping through the pages of my book.
“When I'm done…”
I give up.
“Are you ready to play?” the captain yelled to her team, voice as loudly and motivationally as she could make it.
They shouted their approval, except one, who broke off from the group.
The kid raced all the way over to the bleachers, ripping off their green and brown team jersey on the way.
“Hey!” the captain called after him. “Where are you going?”
“I didn't know we were supposed to bring our instruments!” he yelled, pulling on a coat, then crossing the field again, heading towards the parking lot.
“Wait!” the captain shouted.
“We were supposed to bring weights, too?” the poor kid was so far away that his voice barely made it back to the rest of the team.
The leader sighed and shrugged, turning back to their team.
***
Five minutes, when the boy returned, lugging a massive tuba and a ten-pound weight, the game was about to start.
“This is soccer, you don't need that stuff to play!” a helpful team member told him.
“I don't need it?” he said in a small voice. “Okay…”
He turned around yet again, this time heading for the trash can. “I was planning to head to my tuba lesson later, I guess that's not important anymore.”
“No, no, no!” the captain sighed. “I meant that you should give all this musical instrument stuff a break, and start to get your head in the game!”
“A…break?”
Before anyone could stop him, the boy lifted the massive weight above his head and brought it down with full force onto the tuba.
Vagueness:
“Hey Naomi, could you get the thing?” my mom asks me absentmindedly.
“What thing?” I respond, setting my book on my knee.
“Y'know,” she says, typing furiously on her phone.
“I really don't,” I say, a bit confused. “Where is it?”
“It's, it's about this size.” She waves her hand in the air. “And it's over in that direction.”
I sigh, sadly standing up from my chair and walking towards the kitchen.
“No,” is her only response.
I turn towards the living room.
“No,” she says again.
The stairs.
“Nope.”
The other stairs.
“No.”
“Are you paying attention?” I ask her. “It kinda seems like you're not.”
“One second,” she keeps typing as furiously as a Moonlit in a word war.
I sigh, sitting back down with my book. But just as I find my page again, she looks up.
“Did you find it?” she asks, her eyes finally meeting mine.
“No!” I exclaim. “Can you just tell me what it is you're looking for so that I can help!”
“Justtt a second,” she turns back to her phone screen and resumes her typing.
“Mama.”
“What is it?”
“It's been more than a second.”
“It has?” she asks absentmindedly.
I nod, impressed when she actually notices.
“Well, give me just a few more…”
“How many?”
“What?”
“How many more seconds do you need?”
“Just some…”
“Can you please clarify what this ‘some’ is?” By this point, I'm barely paying attention, just flipping through the pages of my book.
“When I'm done…”
I give up.
- -milktastic
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23 posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
July 4th, daily
Vague:
She was being pushed back, this time, not by an object, not by a person who she hated most, but by something else that didn’t seem to want her to further her journey. How should she continue? After all she had been through, what was stopping her now? Most of her team mates were no more, the terror of losing them had been pushing her forward, but now, she was being pulled back by something. What was it?
“Keiah, let’s go” whispered a voice beside her, it was her friend, Eliza.
“I can’t”
“What do you mean you cant? We’ve come this far, past this gate is the dynasty that is so close to falling, the kingdom we came to finish!” Gasped Eliza, staring at her friend in disbelief.
“No, I cant go. I just cant!” Said Aliana, her voice more than a whisper now.
Eliza couldn’t process this, she just blankly looked at her friend then back at the gate, then she turned.
“If you aren’t coming, i’ll go and finish this”.
Aliana clutched the sword in her hand and turned to Eliza, tears dripping from her eyes onto her scarred face.
“I wont let you go” she said as Eliza backed off. “I cant, it wont let me!”
“What wont let you?”
“it!”
“What’s it?” Asked Eliza, her face contorted with rage.
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry…. But it wont let me!” Sobbed Aliana, “all our friends are dead, my feelings! They wont let me. We’ll die too! We cant go Eliza, we just cant!”
Ambiguity:
“Call me the army general” said Eliza
“Okay, ‘army general’”
“I meant, call him to me!” Sighed Eliza, tired of her friend’s stupidity.
“Tell her to bring a match”
“A match of what, may I ask? A match of people?” Asked Riya, looking extremely confused. “And how would a match of people help us to overthrow the Empire?”
Eliza felt as though to strangle Riya, she picked a piece of parchment from the ground “get me some ink”
Riya dug into her backpack, an old rag which she wrapped things in. She pulled out a half empty container of bright red ink and handed it to Eliza. “And a quill?” She asked, she almost feared to ask this question, she knew it was stupid, and did not want to anger Eliza further, as she was already wearing an expression of fury.
“Of course I need a quill!” Eliza almost screamed at her. As she snatched the feather Riya had taken out of her bag, she wrote a note and handed it to Riya. As Riya tied it to their pigeon, she heard Eliza scream “DUCK!”
“Duck, oh no! We’re sending a pigeon, a duck couldn’t possible fly to our army general!”
“No! Riya duck!”
“Pray tell, where on earth would we get a duck right now!” She said, as Eliza pushed her down.
“There was an arrow being shot from right behind us! You could have been killed!”
Riya laughed “I thought you meant a real duck!”
Vague:
She was being pushed back, this time, not by an object, not by a person who she hated most, but by something else that didn’t seem to want her to further her journey. How should she continue? After all she had been through, what was stopping her now? Most of her team mates were no more, the terror of losing them had been pushing her forward, but now, she was being pulled back by something. What was it?
“Keiah, let’s go” whispered a voice beside her, it was her friend, Eliza.
“I can’t”
“What do you mean you cant? We’ve come this far, past this gate is the dynasty that is so close to falling, the kingdom we came to finish!” Gasped Eliza, staring at her friend in disbelief.
“No, I cant go. I just cant!” Said Aliana, her voice more than a whisper now.
Eliza couldn’t process this, she just blankly looked at her friend then back at the gate, then she turned.
“If you aren’t coming, i’ll go and finish this”.
Aliana clutched the sword in her hand and turned to Eliza, tears dripping from her eyes onto her scarred face.
“I wont let you go” she said as Eliza backed off. “I cant, it wont let me!”
“What wont let you?”
“it!”
“What’s it?” Asked Eliza, her face contorted with rage.
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry…. But it wont let me!” Sobbed Aliana, “all our friends are dead, my feelings! They wont let me. We’ll die too! We cant go Eliza, we just cant!”
Ambiguity:
“Call me the army general” said Eliza
“Okay, ‘army general’”
“I meant, call him to me!” Sighed Eliza, tired of her friend’s stupidity.
“Tell her to bring a match”
“A match of what, may I ask? A match of people?” Asked Riya, looking extremely confused. “And how would a match of people help us to overthrow the Empire?”
Eliza felt as though to strangle Riya, she picked a piece of parchment from the ground “get me some ink”
Riya dug into her backpack, an old rag which she wrapped things in. She pulled out a half empty container of bright red ink and handed it to Eliza. “And a quill?” She asked, she almost feared to ask this question, she knew it was stupid, and did not want to anger Eliza further, as she was already wearing an expression of fury.
“Of course I need a quill!” Eliza almost screamed at her. As she snatched the feather Riya had taken out of her bag, she wrote a note and handed it to Riya. As Riya tied it to their pigeon, she heard Eliza scream “DUCK!”
“Duck, oh no! We’re sending a pigeon, a duck couldn’t possible fly to our army general!”
“No! Riya duck!”
“Pray tell, where on earth would we get a duck right now!” She said, as Eliza pushed her down.
“There was an arrow being shot from right behind us! You could have been killed!”
Riya laughed “I thought you meant a real duck!”
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- Stevesdoritos
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52 posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Random story I wrote bc I'm B o r e d
“Sen get up” max said shaking Sen who drowsily stretchesAlso, please note I have no clue how testing in public schools works xD so this is probably completely different lol feel free to tell me how it actually works xDDDDDD
“hurry up! Its already 7:19 and we have finals today”
Sen ran down stairs and shoveled cereal down his throat after hurriedly getting dressed.
“Hurry or you'll miss the bus”
“I wish” Sen said sarcastically
He had been dreading finals for the past few weeks; he knew he was going to fail.
Ever since he started middle school things started going downhill for him.
He used to be a straight-A student, but now he rarely even gets C's
And he failed the test last year, ranking in the bottom 15%
and from the moment he got on the bus he knew it was going to be a bad day.
The first person he sees is hunter, A tall, large, 16 year old who's been held back 3 times.
He constantly bullies Sen, over the smallest things.
Sen tries to hide on the way to the back of the bus, but hunter still sees him
After they get to school, Sen again tries to escape from hunter, but his goons block the way.
“Where do you think you're going?” Hunter says
“To my locker, so I can put my books away”
“Oh you mean these books?” Hunter knocks all of the books in the floor and laughs
“Later twerp” hunter says
After by the time its lunch, Sen knows he has already failed the test on almost all of the periods before. Each test had at least a dozen questions he had no clue what the answer was, so he just guessed.
When he got his report card back, he anxiously tore it open- would he fail again, or barely scrape into the top 20%?
When he opened the report card though the answer was neither- he got 100% of the questions right, almost completely from educated guesses, and he moved up. And never had to see my tee again xD
Moral of the story: never give up hope
- Wishingdeer
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100+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
July 4th Daily
Total Word Count: 538
Vagueness
Word Count: 277
“Hello.”
“Um, hello?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes indeed.”
“You know what, forget it. Who the- who the heck are you!?”
“That is neither here nor there, now is it?”
“Um, yeah it kinda is- who are you??”
“Who I am. I am me, of course.”
“But what is your name?”
“Generally speaking, someone’s name is what they go by. A random collection of sounds you make to get their attention, if you will.”
“I know what a name is for Pete’s sake- but what is yours?
“Why, it is my name.”
“But what is it?”
“My name.”
“For crying out loud- What are you called?”
“By my name.”
“But- you know what, forget it. Why are you here?”
“Why are any of us here, really?”
“No, no, we are not going to get philosophical. Why won’t you just answer my darn questions?”
“Because I am not.”
“But /why/ are you not?”
“Because I have not.”
“But /why/.”
“Because.”
“You are being impossible.”
“Am I?”
“Yes!”
“We are good at that.”
“Who are?”
“Us.”
“Who are you?”
“I am myself.”
“No, you mentioned more people- who are they?”
“We are us.”
“Alright, but who is us?”
“Right now, you and me, I suppose. Poor grammar there, though.”
“You know what- whatever. I have had enough of this conversation.”
“They said you would.”
“Who did?”
“Them.”
“Arrg!”
“You seem annoyed.”
“I wonder why that might be?”
“That is why I asked.”
“No, that’s not- can you maybe just, I don’t know, explain yourself?”
“Can I?”
“That’s what I’m asking you.”
“You should know.”
“What?”
“What I came to tell you.”
“Which is?”
“Words.”
“I- fine, I just give up.”
Ambiguity
Word Count: 261
“Did you hear about Vic?”
“No, what happened to Vic?”
“Yesterday while they were ridding their bicycle they saw a crazy elaborate parade float and it got ruined.”
“Woah, that’s pretty crazy.”
“Yeah, Vic has been blue ever since it happened.”
“What, are they working on some painting again? I told them they needed to start washing the paint off.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said Vic has been blue since yesterday.”
“I meant they’ve been down.”
“Down where? Down town? Or oh, don’t tell me they’ve been holed down in their basement this entire time again. They do that every single time something happens…”
“Um, no? I mean actually maybe they have been in their basement- but I meant Vic has been unhappy, Ellen, oh my gosh.”
“Oh, right… why did it effect them this badly, anyway?”
“What do you mean? You know how much that bike means to them, they probably love it more then they do us.”
“Wait, they do?”
“I’m kidding, they don’t. Probably. But still.”
“Alright. But what does any of that have to do with what they saw?”
“Are you kidding me, Ellen? Vic’s bike got ruined yesterday!”
“It did!? Oh my gosh, that’s horrible.”
“Um, I already told you this.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes I did? That’s kinda, you know, what this entire conversation has been about?”
“No? You said Vic saw a parade float while riding their bike, but it got ruined.”
“Exactly!”
“Wait, their bike got ruined, not the float?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You weren’t really that clear- never mind.”
Total Word Count: 538
Vagueness
Word Count: 277
“Hello.”
“Um, hello?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes indeed.”
“You know what, forget it. Who the- who the heck are you!?”
“That is neither here nor there, now is it?”
“Um, yeah it kinda is- who are you??”
“Who I am. I am me, of course.”
“But what is your name?”
“Generally speaking, someone’s name is what they go by. A random collection of sounds you make to get their attention, if you will.”
“I know what a name is for Pete’s sake- but what is yours?
“Why, it is my name.”
“But what is it?”
“My name.”
“For crying out loud- What are you called?”
“By my name.”
“But- you know what, forget it. Why are you here?”
“Why are any of us here, really?”
“No, no, we are not going to get philosophical. Why won’t you just answer my darn questions?”
“Because I am not.”
“But /why/ are you not?”
“Because I have not.”
“But /why/.”
“Because.”
“You are being impossible.”
“Am I?”
“Yes!”
“We are good at that.”
“Who are?”
“Us.”
“Who are you?”
“I am myself.”
“No, you mentioned more people- who are they?”
“We are us.”
“Alright, but who is us?”
“Right now, you and me, I suppose. Poor grammar there, though.”
“You know what- whatever. I have had enough of this conversation.”
“They said you would.”
“Who did?”
“Them.”
“Arrg!”
“You seem annoyed.”
“I wonder why that might be?”
“That is why I asked.”
“No, that’s not- can you maybe just, I don’t know, explain yourself?”
“Can I?”
“That’s what I’m asking you.”
“You should know.”
“What?”
“What I came to tell you.”
“Which is?”
“Words.”
“I- fine, I just give up.”
Ambiguity
Word Count: 261
“Did you hear about Vic?”
“No, what happened to Vic?”
“Yesterday while they were ridding their bicycle they saw a crazy elaborate parade float and it got ruined.”
“Woah, that’s pretty crazy.”
“Yeah, Vic has been blue ever since it happened.”
“What, are they working on some painting again? I told them they needed to start washing the paint off.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said Vic has been blue since yesterday.”
“I meant they’ve been down.”
“Down where? Down town? Or oh, don’t tell me they’ve been holed down in their basement this entire time again. They do that every single time something happens…”
“Um, no? I mean actually maybe they have been in their basement- but I meant Vic has been unhappy, Ellen, oh my gosh.”
“Oh, right… why did it effect them this badly, anyway?”
“What do you mean? You know how much that bike means to them, they probably love it more then they do us.”
“Wait, they do?”
“I’m kidding, they don’t. Probably. But still.”
“Alright. But what does any of that have to do with what they saw?”
“Are you kidding me, Ellen? Vic’s bike got ruined yesterday!”
“It did!? Oh my gosh, that’s horrible.”
“Um, I already told you this.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes I did? That’s kinda, you know, what this entire conversation has been about?”
“No? You said Vic saw a parade float while riding their bike, but it got ruined.”
“Exactly!”
“Wait, their bike got ruined, not the float?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You weren’t really that clear- never mind.”
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Daily 4 (516 words)
ambiguous and vague respectively.
Emma and her long pigtails turned to a girl next to her, who was kicking a soccer ball back and forth between her legs.
“Hi there!”
“Hey,” the girl said, taken aback.
“I’m hungry, what about you?”
The girl’s expression changed from amusement to mere confusion. “You’re… hungry?”
“Yeah! I haven’t had anything since breakfast.” Emma replied, looking as jolly as ever.
“Oh, so you’re feeling hungry,” the girl said thoughtfully.
“Yeah! Didn’t you know?” Emma began bouncing up and down. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Mina,” the girl said, playing with the soccer ball.
“Oh, that’s nice, Mina!” Emma said. “Gosh, I’m starving! I want to eat Mina!”
“I - what?” Mina asked, kicking the ball so far away it bounced against the fence.
“What seasonings for your type?” Emma asked. “Hmm… salt? Black pepper? Sugar?”
“… I don’t like any, thanks.”
“Okay, salt it is then,” Emma said. “I think salt is your taste.”
“Uhm…” Mina’s voice trailed off. “Well, I better be off, then.”
“What’s ‘then’?” Emma asked, following Mina closely behind as she walked. “What are you off of?”
“Ugh, just go away, won’t you?” Mina said, crossed with Emma. She intended on only picking up the ball and leaving the little girl behind.
“I won’t go away,” Emma replied stubbornly. “I like playing with you.”
“Arghh,” Mina groaned. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing much. I’ve just been sitting here all day waiting for somebody to play with me. What’s up?”
“The sky,”
“Teehee, that’s funny!” Emma said. Mina groaned before running away.
“Jenny, could you please get me it?”
“What do I get you?”
“Well, you know, it.”
“Ohh okay!”
“Jenny, not that! Get me it.”
“What do you mean it’s not this?”
“It, is not that! Give me it!!”
“I’ve handed you it! Be grateful!”
“No, I don’t mean hand me that thing! I mean, hand me it!”
“I’ve already handed you it! I don’t know what else you’re asking?”
“No, I don’t mean the literal it, I mean it!”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about? I’ve handed you something, now be grateful!”
“No, I mean it! Hand me it!”
“Ughh I genuinely do not know what you are asking for, Jessica, but I have already handed you it!”
“Jenny, listen to me. When I say the word “it”, it literally means it.”
“I don’t understand?”
“Aah you know what, just forget it. I’ll get it myself.”
“No, no! I’ll get it for you. Now, what is this you're talking about? This it.”
“I mean, it! I mean it! I told you to get it! But you didn’t, so I’m getting it myself.”
“Hold your horses, you didn’t even specify yourself. You’re too vague; what are you saying that I am getting for you?”
“Sigh. You’re so uncultured. I’m talking about it!”
“About what?”
“It!”
“What?”
“It by Stephen Hawking!”
“What?”
“It by Stephen Hawking, that’s sitting on my bookshelf!”
“… what?”
“It is a book!”
“Ohh okay,”
“No, I don’t mean any literal book. I mean the book it!”
“What?”
“It by Stephen Hawking! The book about that clown!”
“… oh.”
ambiguous and vague respectively.
Emma and her long pigtails turned to a girl next to her, who was kicking a soccer ball back and forth between her legs.
“Hi there!”
“Hey,” the girl said, taken aback.
“I’m hungry, what about you?”
The girl’s expression changed from amusement to mere confusion. “You’re… hungry?”
“Yeah! I haven’t had anything since breakfast.” Emma replied, looking as jolly as ever.
“Oh, so you’re feeling hungry,” the girl said thoughtfully.
“Yeah! Didn’t you know?” Emma began bouncing up and down. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Mina,” the girl said, playing with the soccer ball.
“Oh, that’s nice, Mina!” Emma said. “Gosh, I’m starving! I want to eat Mina!”
“I - what?” Mina asked, kicking the ball so far away it bounced against the fence.
“What seasonings for your type?” Emma asked. “Hmm… salt? Black pepper? Sugar?”
“… I don’t like any, thanks.”
“Okay, salt it is then,” Emma said. “I think salt is your taste.”
“Uhm…” Mina’s voice trailed off. “Well, I better be off, then.”
“What’s ‘then’?” Emma asked, following Mina closely behind as she walked. “What are you off of?”
“Ugh, just go away, won’t you?” Mina said, crossed with Emma. She intended on only picking up the ball and leaving the little girl behind.
“I won’t go away,” Emma replied stubbornly. “I like playing with you.”
“Arghh,” Mina groaned. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing much. I’ve just been sitting here all day waiting for somebody to play with me. What’s up?”
“The sky,”
“Teehee, that’s funny!” Emma said. Mina groaned before running away.
“Jenny, could you please get me it?”
“What do I get you?”
“Well, you know, it.”
“Ohh okay!”
“Jenny, not that! Get me it.”
“What do you mean it’s not this?”
“It, is not that! Give me it!!”
“I’ve handed you it! Be grateful!”
“No, I don’t mean hand me that thing! I mean, hand me it!”
“I’ve already handed you it! I don’t know what else you’re asking?”
“No, I don’t mean the literal it, I mean it!”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about? I’ve handed you something, now be grateful!”
“No, I mean it! Hand me it!”
“Ughh I genuinely do not know what you are asking for, Jessica, but I have already handed you it!”
“Jenny, listen to me. When I say the word “it”, it literally means it.”
“I don’t understand?”
“Aah you know what, just forget it. I’ll get it myself.”
“No, no! I’ll get it for you. Now, what is this you're talking about? This it.”
“I mean, it! I mean it! I told you to get it! But you didn’t, so I’m getting it myself.”
“Hold your horses, you didn’t even specify yourself. You’re too vague; what are you saying that I am getting for you?”
“Sigh. You’re so uncultured. I’m talking about it!”
“About what?”
“It!”
“What?”
“It by Stephen Hawking!”
“What?”
“It by Stephen Hawking, that’s sitting on my bookshelf!”
“… what?”
“It is a book!”
“Ohh okay,”
“No, I don’t mean any literal book. I mean the book it!”
“What?”
“It by Stephen Hawking! The book about that clown!”
“… oh.”
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7/4 daily
(cw: slight homophobia in the ambiguity section)
Vagueness:
Ambiguity:
524 words
(cw: slight homophobia in the ambiguity section)
Vagueness:
“Hey, can you uh— can you— can you get me the thing? You know, the one on the, the uh, the left. Yeah.”
“Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is a fabric warehouse — could you please be specific?”
“Uh… details, details… It’s the one that’s like, uh, it’s like a— you know what, can you let me in there? I’ll know it when I see it.”
“Sir, I can’t do that, it’s against policy. But if you describe it, I’ll be happy to get it for you right away.”
“It’s like uh— it’s this beautiful, uh, blue color. Or was it green? I’m not sure. And uh, it had some sort of animal pattern. Yeah, like a horse, or— actually, maybe it was a car. I know cars aren’t animals, mister, settle down. Anyways I’m sure it had some sort of car on it. Is that enough?”
“I’m so sorry, we shelve over twenty-thousand different items. I appreciate that you’ve added detail to your description, but sadly that’s not enough — can you give me a bit more, sir?”
“Yeah, of course. Uh, sorry, it was one of those— uh, what were they called? Oh, uh, a bag. A pretty small one too. You could probably fit a uh, a medium sized dog in there. Like a golden retriever or something. Listen, it’s my husband’s birthday in a couple days, okay? Can you just hurry up and find it? It’s a little bag with uh, some sort of pattern on it, if you turn to the left it should be right there.”
Ambiguity:
“Ugh, my husband is so annoying. Yesterday he was watching the TV on the floor! While I was making lunch too. Like, god, he couldn’t even bother to help move the dishes to the table or anything. He just sat there and watched whatever it was for thirty minutes.”
“Yes, yes, dear, that must be quite aggravating. Enlighten me on something, though — why was your TV on the floor in the first place?”
“Grandma, I don’t know what you’re talking about? I never said where the TV was, only that Josh wouldn’t get up and help me.”
“Sweetie, I know my memory’s not what it used to be, but I’m certain that you said the TV was on the floor!”
“Oh, wait, I get what you’re talking about now. Grandma, Josh was on the floor, not the TV — the TV was right where it always is. Speaking of — I don’t really want to bring this up, but you know how my son Jonathan isn’t… all that straight, right?”
“Yes, dear, I know. I wish he would rethink his lifestyle, but I love him nonetheless — even if he has been led astray.”
“Well, I just wanted to bring up that maybe there’s ambiguity in the Bible? Like some people say that that section was for health reasons, or for something else. Just something to think about — Jonny misses you.”
“Maybe, darling, maybe. Say, can you drop by the store and buy some dry cat food? I’m running low.”
“Why is the cat dry?”
“What?”
“What?”
524 words
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Vi’s MC Daily 939 words YAY FINALLY SOMETHING 4 July
The first one was kinda based off The Wizard Of Oz, but I haven’t watched that much so lol might not be similar idk XDXD
Vagueness:
“Yeah, yeah,” Mumblin, the magic wizard, eyerolled at me. “I’ll tell you where to go, just REMEMBER, after you meet the Oddly, make sure to get my lawsuit filed. If he doesn’t take care of those pesky hat eating squirrels, I will FREAK. Got it twerp?” He spat in my face. Now I was getting annoyed. I had been magically teleported to this strange, mundane world after my house got torn up by a tornado, with a easy task to just GET to this wonderful Wizard Of Odd, but these people I’m meeting are making this quick journey harder than it should be. “Ok, I got it.” I sighed impatiently. “Now tell me where to go PLEASE,” I checked my old flower watch tied to my wrist, and added in panic. “My favourite tv show is nearly on! I can’t miss it!”
Mumblin rolled his eyes at me again. “LAWSUIT.”
“YES I KNOW!!”
The cranky old man took his wrinkly pointer finger, stuck it in his mouth, and took it out, with his finger pointing to the sky.
“Welp, the wind is blowing East, so travel towards that direction and you’ll eventually reach the castle. Now, my croaking cake must be ready by now, so toodles!”
“W-wait, but-“ I started, confused.
But Mumblin wasn’t there, instead replaced by a puff of green smog. Boy, that’s stinky, I gagged. So what does he think I’m going to? Head straight East for, I don’t know, THE REST OF MY LIFE?! No way am gonna miss my tv show for some crazy instructions that some random boomer has told me!
I took out my compass from my invisible bag (I have one okay) and shook it hard to find out which direction “east” was. I held it at waist height and started at it intently. /Is the point thing supposed to be moving..? I don’t think so.. /
With an “Eh.” I threw the compass away behind me. Why did life have to be so vague? I looked around at the wide plains surrounding me and the colourful path below my feet. Wonder what that’s for. I shrugged.
Ok well, I’m not sure where to go, but I am sure that that guy’s definitely not getting his lawsuit filed.
Ambiguity:
She was so perfect.
Walter started at her in admiration. Her hair was so smooth, her eyes were so beautiful, everything about her was stunning. He couldn’t look away.
His friend Ted jabbed his elbow hard into Walter’s stomach, bringing him back to reality. He and Walter’s other friend Rai were laughing and waving their hands wildly infront of his face. “Ground control to major Tom, hello?” Rai giggled, with a weak effort to contain his laughter. Walter glared at him and Rai, and shot a glance back at his crush to make sure that she hadn’t noticed. “Ooo, what’cha looking at?” Ted giggled. He followed Walter’s line of gaze, and when Ted saw what he was looking at, his eyes went wide. “Rosie?!” Ted whispered to Walter under his breath. ‘You mean, the new girl?” “Shut up!” Walter said through grinded teeth.
Rai, who was talking to a friend near his locker, immediately perked up. “He was staring at Rosie?” Chirped Rai in innocently. “Heh, looks like SOMEONE has a crush!” Walter cringed at the cheeky sing-song tune in Rai’s voice. Rai was the most mischievous of all, and would probably go blabbering about Walter’s secret crush to the whole world, let alone the school. /Curse that boy and his great listening skills,/ Walter thought to himself bitterly. He knew it would be any second before his two mosey friends started bombarding him with questions he didn’t want to answer. So he stayed quiet, hoping Ted and Rai would forget about what just happened.
30 seconds felt like 1 second.
. A minute felt like 20 seconds.
And then the dreaded questions came.
“How long have you liked her?”
“Why do you think she’s cute?”
“She’s kinda ugly to be honest.”
“She should know that you like her, the way you gaze at her all the time!”
The following questions were drowned out by the bell for second period. Thankgod. Walter relaxed. “Whatever guys, we have to go.” He nodded at the sea of students rushing to their lockers to get their stuff. “See ya!”
Walter sighed as he got carried away by the rush of people in the middle of the hall. He never thought he’d be so happy for the next class.
After he spotted his locker and stumbled out of the moving current of students, Walter put in his code and swung open the cold metal locker door. He took out his previous class’ books from his backpack and replaced his English textbooks and pens. As he closed the locker, zipped his bag and looked up, his heart started beating rapidly as he saw Rosie, standing a few metres away from him. She was faced to towards him, and her hand was waving in the air. Was she saying hi.. to me? Uncertainly, he slowly waved his hand back.
“Hey! Wanna walk to class together? We have the same class right now, right?”
She smiled at Walter.
“Oh, um, sur-“
“Okay, let’s go!”
Confusion and doubt hit Walter hard, but the bump on his shoulder was harder. “Oh, sorry,” A girl looked at him with disgust, and skipped over to Rosie. She giggled at her friend - which was NOT Walter - and they walked off together.
Embarrassment and a twinge of sadness burned in Walter’s cheeks. /It wasn’t me. /
He shook his disappointment off and walked silently towards his class.
#POETRYFTW >
DDDD
The first one was kinda based off The Wizard Of Oz, but I haven’t watched that much so lol might not be similar idk XDXD
Vagueness:
“Yeah, yeah,” Mumblin, the magic wizard, eyerolled at me. “I’ll tell you where to go, just REMEMBER, after you meet the Oddly, make sure to get my lawsuit filed. If he doesn’t take care of those pesky hat eating squirrels, I will FREAK. Got it twerp?” He spat in my face. Now I was getting annoyed. I had been magically teleported to this strange, mundane world after my house got torn up by a tornado, with a easy task to just GET to this wonderful Wizard Of Odd, but these people I’m meeting are making this quick journey harder than it should be. “Ok, I got it.” I sighed impatiently. “Now tell me where to go PLEASE,” I checked my old flower watch tied to my wrist, and added in panic. “My favourite tv show is nearly on! I can’t miss it!”
Mumblin rolled his eyes at me again. “LAWSUIT.”
“YES I KNOW!!”
The cranky old man took his wrinkly pointer finger, stuck it in his mouth, and took it out, with his finger pointing to the sky.
“Welp, the wind is blowing East, so travel towards that direction and you’ll eventually reach the castle. Now, my croaking cake must be ready by now, so toodles!”
“W-wait, but-“ I started, confused.
But Mumblin wasn’t there, instead replaced by a puff of green smog. Boy, that’s stinky, I gagged. So what does he think I’m going to? Head straight East for, I don’t know, THE REST OF MY LIFE?! No way am gonna miss my tv show for some crazy instructions that some random boomer has told me!
I took out my compass from my invisible bag (I have one okay) and shook it hard to find out which direction “east” was. I held it at waist height and started at it intently. /Is the point thing supposed to be moving..? I don’t think so.. /
With an “Eh.” I threw the compass away behind me. Why did life have to be so vague? I looked around at the wide plains surrounding me and the colourful path below my feet. Wonder what that’s for. I shrugged.
Ok well, I’m not sure where to go, but I am sure that that guy’s definitely not getting his lawsuit filed.
Ambiguity:
She was so perfect.
Walter started at her in admiration. Her hair was so smooth, her eyes were so beautiful, everything about her was stunning. He couldn’t look away.
His friend Ted jabbed his elbow hard into Walter’s stomach, bringing him back to reality. He and Walter’s other friend Rai were laughing and waving their hands wildly infront of his face. “Ground control to major Tom, hello?” Rai giggled, with a weak effort to contain his laughter. Walter glared at him and Rai, and shot a glance back at his crush to make sure that she hadn’t noticed. “Ooo, what’cha looking at?” Ted giggled. He followed Walter’s line of gaze, and when Ted saw what he was looking at, his eyes went wide. “Rosie?!” Ted whispered to Walter under his breath. ‘You mean, the new girl?” “Shut up!” Walter said through grinded teeth.
Rai, who was talking to a friend near his locker, immediately perked up. “He was staring at Rosie?” Chirped Rai in innocently. “Heh, looks like SOMEONE has a crush!” Walter cringed at the cheeky sing-song tune in Rai’s voice. Rai was the most mischievous of all, and would probably go blabbering about Walter’s secret crush to the whole world, let alone the school. /Curse that boy and his great listening skills,/ Walter thought to himself bitterly. He knew it would be any second before his two mosey friends started bombarding him with questions he didn’t want to answer. So he stayed quiet, hoping Ted and Rai would forget about what just happened.
30 seconds felt like 1 second.
. A minute felt like 20 seconds.
And then the dreaded questions came.
“How long have you liked her?”
“Why do you think she’s cute?”
“She’s kinda ugly to be honest.”
“She should know that you like her, the way you gaze at her all the time!”
The following questions were drowned out by the bell for second period. Thankgod. Walter relaxed. “Whatever guys, we have to go.” He nodded at the sea of students rushing to their lockers to get their stuff. “See ya!”
Walter sighed as he got carried away by the rush of people in the middle of the hall. He never thought he’d be so happy for the next class.
After he spotted his locker and stumbled out of the moving current of students, Walter put in his code and swung open the cold metal locker door. He took out his previous class’ books from his backpack and replaced his English textbooks and pens. As he closed the locker, zipped his bag and looked up, his heart started beating rapidly as he saw Rosie, standing a few metres away from him. She was faced to towards him, and her hand was waving in the air. Was she saying hi.. to me? Uncertainly, he slowly waved his hand back.
“Hey! Wanna walk to class together? We have the same class right now, right?”
She smiled at Walter.
“Oh, um, sur-“
“Okay, let’s go!”
Confusion and doubt hit Walter hard, but the bump on his shoulder was harder. “Oh, sorry,” A girl looked at him with disgust, and skipped over to Rosie. She giggled at her friend - which was NOT Walter - and they walked off together.
Embarrassment and a twinge of sadness burned in Walter’s cheeks. /It wasn’t me. /
He shook his disappointment off and walked silently towards his class.
#POETRYFTW >

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Daily 7/4
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Vagueness: (250 words)
“Hey Daisy, how'd you like that book I loaned you yesterday?” Charlotte asked, taking a sip of her tea.
“Oh, what book?” Daisy replied.
“You know, that book I told you about.” she said, making an expression that seemed to say, everyone knows about that book.
“Ah, that one. I have another one that is rather similar, so I just was double-checking.”
Just then, a tall, blond-hair woman entered the room. “Charlotte, Daisy, are you both coming to my party later?”
“Of course. I remember you mentioned it last week, the week before that, and the week before that.” Daisy mumbled.
"What she meant was that we already have everything you asked us to bring all set in the trunk of our car.“ Charlotte added.
”Everything? You mean you packed every single item I gave you on that list?“
”Yes. It's all ready, exactly like you requested, Boss.“ Charlotte said.
”Perfect,“ the woman said, straightening up. ”I'll see you there at the same address as last time. But do not, and I repeat, do not be late. I already have enough pressure, considering what happened last time.“
”We are fully aware, ma'am, and do take full responsibility for what occurred,“ Daisy told her.
”As you should. That mess was yours, not mine, Daisy. Always remember that.“
Charlotte stood. ”Uh, we have to get back to work, so we'll continue this conversation later.“
”Very well, girls. Just go over that other list I gave you, and we should be perfectly fine.“
Ambiguity: (261 words)
Paige sat down on the other side of the room from her husband, John. ”Where were you last night? And don't even try denying it, because I saw you sneaking out.“
John sighed. ”Honey, it's really not what you think–“
”Oh yeah, then enlighten me.“
”Fine, I will. I went to the bank yesterday, with some of my friends. They insisted I come–and yes, at midnight. We were there for a while, and then when we were done, we left. Case closed. Mystery solved. There really wasn't more to the story than that.“ John explained.
”Why wouldn't you tell me? You know how much it bothers me when I wake up and you're not there. You could've at least texted me if you didn't want to call.“ Paige said.
”I know, I know. These are all possibilities that I pondered quite thoroughly, may I add. But at the end of the day, there was no cell reception where we were.“
”Oh please. Is that your excuse, John? Because everyone knows that all banks have reception, you can just drop the act. What time did you leave last night?“
”And you can drop the questions!“ John snapped. ”Yes, some banks do have reception, fine. However, it depends what bank you're talking about.“
”So you're saying you weren't at a financial bank, but rather a river bank?“ Paige asked.
”I'm not saying either of those. I don't have to. It's really none of your business, Paige.“ John said.
”It actually is, though. Because as of this morning, our bank account is empty."
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Vagueness: (250 words)
“Hey Daisy, how'd you like that book I loaned you yesterday?” Charlotte asked, taking a sip of her tea.
“Oh, what book?” Daisy replied.
“You know, that book I told you about.” she said, making an expression that seemed to say, everyone knows about that book.
“Ah, that one. I have another one that is rather similar, so I just was double-checking.”
Just then, a tall, blond-hair woman entered the room. “Charlotte, Daisy, are you both coming to my party later?”
“Of course. I remember you mentioned it last week, the week before that, and the week before that.” Daisy mumbled.
"What she meant was that we already have everything you asked us to bring all set in the trunk of our car.“ Charlotte added.
”Everything? You mean you packed every single item I gave you on that list?“
”Yes. It's all ready, exactly like you requested, Boss.“ Charlotte said.
”Perfect,“ the woman said, straightening up. ”I'll see you there at the same address as last time. But do not, and I repeat, do not be late. I already have enough pressure, considering what happened last time.“
”We are fully aware, ma'am, and do take full responsibility for what occurred,“ Daisy told her.
”As you should. That mess was yours, not mine, Daisy. Always remember that.“
Charlotte stood. ”Uh, we have to get back to work, so we'll continue this conversation later.“
”Very well, girls. Just go over that other list I gave you, and we should be perfectly fine.“
Ambiguity: (261 words)
Paige sat down on the other side of the room from her husband, John. ”Where were you last night? And don't even try denying it, because I saw you sneaking out.“
John sighed. ”Honey, it's really not what you think–“
”Oh yeah, then enlighten me.“
”Fine, I will. I went to the bank yesterday, with some of my friends. They insisted I come–and yes, at midnight. We were there for a while, and then when we were done, we left. Case closed. Mystery solved. There really wasn't more to the story than that.“ John explained.
”Why wouldn't you tell me? You know how much it bothers me when I wake up and you're not there. You could've at least texted me if you didn't want to call.“ Paige said.
”I know, I know. These are all possibilities that I pondered quite thoroughly, may I add. But at the end of the day, there was no cell reception where we were.“
”Oh please. Is that your excuse, John? Because everyone knows that all banks have reception, you can just drop the act. What time did you leave last night?“
”And you can drop the questions!“ John snapped. ”Yes, some banks do have reception, fine. However, it depends what bank you're talking about.“
”So you're saying you weren't at a financial bank, but rather a river bank?“ Paige asked.
”I'm not saying either of those. I don't have to. It's really none of your business, Paige.“ John said.
”It actually is, though. Because as of this morning, our bank account is empty."
- Rey_venclaw
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1000+ posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Daily 4
I try to keep my head down, because even though I've only been gone for a few months, everything here is suddenly so unfamiliar that I don't want to risk any misunderstandings or altercations. But of course, I run into the worst possible person in the entire school. And I don't mean rub into as in a chance encounter. I mean I literally smashed right into her, knocking the books in my arms and in hers all to a pile on the floor.
“Are you incompetent?” Juliana shrieks, apparently not even seeing that I've just picked up her books and am trying to hand them to her. She doesn't take them. “No, of course you aren't,” she continues, “You're just trying to injure me so you can be valedictorian. Disappear for two months and expect everything to be the same when you come back, eh? Besides, valedictorians run in my family.”
“In my family, valedictorians give speeches,” I mutter, on the border line between Juliana hearing me and not hearing me. She hears.
“You really are an idiot,” she says, whipping her books out of my hand, with a face like I'm the Black Death. Then she storms off.
Well, that could have gone better. Then I look around and realize it couldn't have gone much worse though. We've drawn a crowd. And now that Juliana's gone, I'm alone in the middle of an audience of people I haven't seen in months. I push through the crowd, ignoring questions and comments, trying not to think about how my first day back going this badly will affect the rest of the year.
“You have to tell me! You have to you have to, you promised!”
I smirk. I made no such promise and he knows this. “You really want to know what you're getting for your birthday three days ahead of time?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” AJ answers, bouncing on the balls of his tiny feet.
“Alright. You're getting gifts.”
“Come on!”
“A lot of them are in boxes… a few of them have bags.”
“Sophiaaaaa!”
“You'll put most of them in your room. A few you won't.
“Where will I put the ones not in my room?”
“Oh that's easy, you just said it yourself. Not in your room.”
AJ groans.
“Come on, buddy, you know I'm not spoiling it.”
“I'll pay you,” he says, a sly grin breaking across his face.
I play with him, pretending I don't know there's no way he'll actually give me his money. “How much money are we talking?”
“I have almost two whole dollars!” He says. It's cute how he thinks that's so much. I don't tell him that I got over three hundred from random babysitting jobs in the past month. “Alright,” I say, “Give them to me.”
He crosses his arms, scrunching up his face in a way I think he thinks makes him look intimidating, but he just looks like an adorable fool instead. “No.”
“Oh,” I say as if I'm sad, “well then I can't tell you what your awesome gifts are. You still want to know?”
AJ shakes his head. “Nope! You told me they're awesome, that's all I need to know.” Then he runs of to do who knows what. (542)
I try to keep my head down, because even though I've only been gone for a few months, everything here is suddenly so unfamiliar that I don't want to risk any misunderstandings or altercations. But of course, I run into the worst possible person in the entire school. And I don't mean rub into as in a chance encounter. I mean I literally smashed right into her, knocking the books in my arms and in hers all to a pile on the floor.
“Are you incompetent?” Juliana shrieks, apparently not even seeing that I've just picked up her books and am trying to hand them to her. She doesn't take them. “No, of course you aren't,” she continues, “You're just trying to injure me so you can be valedictorian. Disappear for two months and expect everything to be the same when you come back, eh? Besides, valedictorians run in my family.”
“In my family, valedictorians give speeches,” I mutter, on the border line between Juliana hearing me and not hearing me. She hears.
“You really are an idiot,” she says, whipping her books out of my hand, with a face like I'm the Black Death. Then she storms off.
Well, that could have gone better. Then I look around and realize it couldn't have gone much worse though. We've drawn a crowd. And now that Juliana's gone, I'm alone in the middle of an audience of people I haven't seen in months. I push through the crowd, ignoring questions and comments, trying not to think about how my first day back going this badly will affect the rest of the year.
“You have to tell me! You have to you have to, you promised!”
I smirk. I made no such promise and he knows this. “You really want to know what you're getting for your birthday three days ahead of time?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” AJ answers, bouncing on the balls of his tiny feet.
“Alright. You're getting gifts.”
“Come on!”
“A lot of them are in boxes… a few of them have bags.”
“Sophiaaaaa!”
“You'll put most of them in your room. A few you won't.
“Where will I put the ones not in my room?”
“Oh that's easy, you just said it yourself. Not in your room.”
AJ groans.
“Come on, buddy, you know I'm not spoiling it.”
“I'll pay you,” he says, a sly grin breaking across his face.
I play with him, pretending I don't know there's no way he'll actually give me his money. “How much money are we talking?”
“I have almost two whole dollars!” He says. It's cute how he thinks that's so much. I don't tell him that I got over three hundred from random babysitting jobs in the past month. “Alright,” I say, “Give them to me.”
He crosses his arms, scrunching up his face in a way I think he thinks makes him look intimidating, but he just looks like an adorable fool instead. “No.”
“Oh,” I say as if I'm sad, “well then I can't tell you what your awesome gifts are. You still want to know?”
AJ shakes his head. “Nope! You told me they're awesome, that's all I need to know.” Then he runs of to do who knows what. (542)
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36 posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
July 2 Daily (For storage purposes)
Lori groaned and threw himself to the ground. He had been working on a fire spell - shaping fire - for hours at this point. And it had never worked. Not once.
“Maybe try doing it with the words again?” Phoenix, his fire dragon mentor, suggested.
Lori groaned again. “I can do it with the words fine! Your assignment was specifically to do it without the words! Don't you remember?”
Phoenix blinked, confused. “Oh. Yeah. Right. I did.” She walked away.
The entire Diamond Unit was working on hard spells. Katrina, the Water Apprentice, was working on creating a geyser, and Jason, the Wind Apprentice, was working on flying. Jennifer, the Earth Apprentice, was working on something “top secret” and “awesome”.
Lori was the Fire Apprentice. And his dragon mentor was busy being absolutely useless.
He tried again. Watched as the fire sparked in the air, and concentrated, his face turning red, to gather the fire into asphere.
And the flames grew more bunched up . . . more and more . . . until it was in a perfect sphere.
Lori turned to shout at Katrina, Jason, and Jennifer. “I did it!” But nobody responded.
Just then, he heard a shout. “Look out!”
And suddenly, a gigantic wave of water crashed over him, putting out the fire and getting into his face. He coughed and sputtered as he frantically tried to brush the water out of his face. His clothes were now uncomfortably sticking to his skin.
“Sorry!” Katrina yelled. Lori looked around and saw that Jason and his dragon mentor Swift had been drenched by the wave too. “I don't know what went wrong!”
Katrina's dragon mentor, River, struggled out of the nearby stream, her wings glittering in the sunlight. “Try again,” she told Katrina. “Maybe a bit further away?”
The rest of the conversation drew into a blur in Lori's ears as he furiously tried to create the flame again.
Why, oh why, did this have to happen? he thought.
It took a while, but finally, finally, he was able to create the flame again. And this time . . .
It worked.
The flame bent itself into circles, squares, triangles. Finally, when he tried to make it into the shape of a dragon, it fell apart, sputtering.
Lori smiled. And everyone gathered around, asking him to do it again. It didn't work, but in Lori's mind, that was okay.
At least he'd done it once. And someday, he was going to be the best Fire Apprentice anyone had ever seen.
Lori groaned and threw himself to the ground. He had been working on a fire spell - shaping fire - for hours at this point. And it had never worked. Not once.
“Maybe try doing it with the words again?” Phoenix, his fire dragon mentor, suggested.
Lori groaned again. “I can do it with the words fine! Your assignment was specifically to do it without the words! Don't you remember?”
Phoenix blinked, confused. “Oh. Yeah. Right. I did.” She walked away.
The entire Diamond Unit was working on hard spells. Katrina, the Water Apprentice, was working on creating a geyser, and Jason, the Wind Apprentice, was working on flying. Jennifer, the Earth Apprentice, was working on something “top secret” and “awesome”.
Lori was the Fire Apprentice. And his dragon mentor was busy being absolutely useless.
He tried again. Watched as the fire sparked in the air, and concentrated, his face turning red, to gather the fire into asphere.
And the flames grew more bunched up . . . more and more . . . until it was in a perfect sphere.
Lori turned to shout at Katrina, Jason, and Jennifer. “I did it!” But nobody responded.
Just then, he heard a shout. “Look out!”
And suddenly, a gigantic wave of water crashed over him, putting out the fire and getting into his face. He coughed and sputtered as he frantically tried to brush the water out of his face. His clothes were now uncomfortably sticking to his skin.
“Sorry!” Katrina yelled. Lori looked around and saw that Jason and his dragon mentor Swift had been drenched by the wave too. “I don't know what went wrong!”
Katrina's dragon mentor, River, struggled out of the nearby stream, her wings glittering in the sunlight. “Try again,” she told Katrina. “Maybe a bit further away?”
The rest of the conversation drew into a blur in Lori's ears as he furiously tried to create the flame again.
Why, oh why, did this have to happen? he thought.
It took a while, but finally, finally, he was able to create the flame again. And this time . . .
It worked.
The flame bent itself into circles, squares, triangles. Finally, when he tried to make it into the shape of a dragon, it fell apart, sputtering.
Lori smiled. And everyone gathered around, asking him to do it again. It didn't work, but in Lori's mind, that was okay.
At least he'd done it once. And someday, he was going to be the best Fire Apprentice anyone had ever seen.
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July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Celeste’s Weekly #1
From The Hunger Games
Katniss Everdeen
Gender: Female
Species: Umm.. Mockingjay/human (wondering since it is not a real bird)
Weapon: Bow&Arrows
Personality: Tough, Independent, Compassionate, Caring, Skilled
Friends: She has formed an alliance with Rue, and other people would be her sister Primrose, Gale, Peeta.
Backstory: She has taken her sister, Primrose’s place for the annual Hunger Games. She comes from District 12, A poor district.
Scenario
“Katniss! Katniss! Where are you?” Rue yelled. There was no reply. Rue yelled again and finally she heard a reply. “ Over here. I’m just exploring the forest” Katniss replied. She gave the mysterious hole that had hid under a pile of leaves a glance and ran back to where they had split off. She was so exhausted but excited to tell her the news. “Guess what I found” Katniss said confidently! “ What” Rue mumbled. “ I found this super deep hole that seemed to lead into space! When I peered into it, I saw stars shinning in it. It looked like a new universe is under that hole. You have to come! Katniss said excitedly.
They trampled the leaves to where Katniss had found to hole. Rue peered curiously into it and saw that Katniss was right. She stared in astonishment. “Whoa, what is that” Rue said, finally conscious from that hole again. “Why would I know” Katniss said. Rue was controlled by curiosity that she peered into it again. She bent down to look inside again. But this time shep bent a little too far, then she went straight into it. Katniss jumped in from her instinct. The light started to fade away as they dropped. There was moss almost everywhere. This must be how Alice fell into wonderland, Katniss thought. She dropped and dropped, like almost for ten whole minutes until she met up with Rue again. They landed at the bottom of the hole terrified, but somehow brave. Water was dripping from somewhere is she heard the metro above her, sounds echoed and rattled, it felt like they were in a cave.
Then they saw another copy of them flying from the hole and walking backwards and they were resumed all the way to the start of the Hunger Games. Rue was watching helplessly until they landed. Katniss ran to find the hole. Rue ran after her and wailed “Hey! Wait for me!” When Katniss found dead leaves piled at the same spot she found the hole, she digged and didn’t find the hole. She searched frantically but there was no sign of it anywhere. Rue came up and said “ hey, don’t be sad, we’ll find it no matter what.” “I hope it would be” Katniss’s tone was trembly. They dragged themselves back. They were surprised that their district had found alternatives. Katniss’s was her sister Primrose! Katniss ran and said that she was back and to be in the Hunger Games, they won’t need Primrose anymore so they sent her back.
Part 2
From Alice in Wonderland
Alice is this curious, smart, and friendly girl. She makes friends and be nice. She’s also very brave and judges their personality. She is never too scared since she always stands up and never does not reply to some orders. She’s super curious since she tries everything she doesn’t know. They result to different actions. Alice is smart, too and has a big imagination, she can think of things that people can’t think of, for example, her wonderland and everything that happened in it. Then when she wakes up, she thinks how boring the world is. So Alice is pretty imaginative.
The Queen of Hearts is very bossy and has no temper at all. If someone disobeys her or does a tiny mistake, she orders their head off. She always yells and her soldiers, the cards have to obey, or else, their heads will also be off. Their games are super funky and in her world that she rules, she will have lots of heads off everyday. Sometimes the King would be nice and give them another chance the the Queen will never ever do that. For example, if someone planted the wrong flowers the Queen would yell “ get their heads off.” And Alice has remembered that.
The Queen’s Perspective
Then this dumb little girl came to play and she was good at it. Maybe she has some thing to tell us about, for my fruit tarts, she will be a person who will give us clues. Okay now let’s go to my throne. Okay, this maid might tell me some stuff. But she brought pepper! Acho! Acho. “Okay now where are the fruit tarts. “I don’t know?” Then the King asked, what are fruit tarts made of? “Pepper of course!” What kind of dumb made is this, there is an obvious answer, even in the name. “What kind of maid are you?” The palace then was shaken by hysterical laughter. This is so annoying! Why is this maid not knowing anything, doesn’t she cook? Or does she only cook with pepper? Oh now it is the girl. “Alice, what do you know” I was so wanting to ask. “I don’t know” I heard her say, how dare she doesn’t know, she must be hiding something! She must know something! I must ask her again until she spills the truth! “Really, tell me the truth!” I yelled, why does she want to lie to me, I’m the Queen! Then I saw her rise up and up. She tall and her dress is sweeping the audience! I must get her to leave. “You’re too tall, you must leave.” Then I heard her say “Never. I will never ever leave, you’re so unfair, lettering everyone’s head off!” Why is she questioning my orders, she must get her head off. “Get her head off” I shouted to the nearby soldier-cards. They sprang up and surrounded Alice! But she wasn’t afraid! She just kept shooing the cards and yelling that they were just cards, oh how I want that girl’s head off this instant, hope the cards succeed.
Alice’s Perspective
I journeyed a long time from the rabbit hole and met weird things and now I found this super evil, weird queen who’s temper is very short. Her name is the Queen of Hearts, oh, what kind of queen is she. She has invited me to play cricket, let’s see how to play.
Oh my god, what kind of game is this, is this the animal game, everything is so wild. Hey! I think I see the Chesire Cat. Let’s quit this game. “Hi” I said to the cat. “HI, do you like the queen?” “No, I do not, she is soo cruel and hardly has any temper, she orders everyones heads off, I don’t like her.” Alice replied. Oh the King and Queen has a problem to solve, I’m going to head to the palace. She went in and the problem was that somebody stole fruit tarts, then she heard her name, “Alice” The rabbit said. Oh, me, how am I supposed to know this, I’ve hardly known this wonderland! “What do you know” The queen said, with some temper. I don’t know anything but then I will get my head off, oh what should I do? “I know nothing” I just had to say that. “You totally have to know a thing” The Queen shouted, losing her temper again. I felt the sweat on my back but I just have to say how cruel the Queen is! “I said I know nothing!” Then I felt a tug in my body and I saw the creatures shrink, but I also saw my head was reach the ceiling. “You are to tall.” The Queen said. “I will not” I heard myself say, I couldn't take it back anymore so I will have to stick to my protest, I realized that everyone all thought the queen was cruel! Then she heard the queen order to get her head off. “No, you are only a deck of cards!”
Part 3
From Harry Potter
Modern AU
Hermione opened her eyes and saw that she was in the modern world, no magic, no powerful bad guys, no Hogwarts, no friends.
She walked around to find herself in a closed shop of a big city! Chanting filled her ears. People were talking, cars were beeping, shops were playing their loud music. This must be how loud a city is everyday! Hermione thought. The shop was very dark and dusty. Trying to find the door, she slammed into thousands of shelves until she touched this sort of silvery circle. Finally, the door! She twisted and opened it to find daylight fill herself.
Then she found hundreds of people staring at her. They all had wide, surprised eyes. She looked and found that she was wearing her cloak! After a few seconds, someone yelled “witch! Witch! Someone help us.” Everyone who heard that started screaming and running away.
Finally, police sirens started to sound and five police cars pulled near the street. Inside, came 10 police men wearing deep, dark sunglasses. Some were carrying guns, some carrying a note book and pen, others carrying handcuffs. Were they going to put her in jail! Hermione thought, scared. She took one step back as the police started approaching. “You” a loud, tall police man called. “Who are you” another asked.
“I-I a-am-” don’t think too much! Hermione remembering herself.
“I am Hermione Granger, a new staff member of that shop” She looked at the sign which said “Pottery Clay.” She saw people from other shops eavesdropping on this scene too. She walked away before she found out she was handcuffed. She got pulled right back and the crowd threw something hard at her. Hermione saw that silvery piece approaching her then- BAM. All she could see was black. Finally, when she was concious again, she found her locked up in a celler. She was lying on this tiny bed, that was fully white. The blankets were neatly covered but the pillow had stains of dust. It was damp and dark, with a few lights looming at her. It was super lonely and painful. Hermione tried to get her wand, but she couldn’t. It felt as her power was removed. Now, she felt so ordinary and as if everyone opposed her. She sat there for a time until a bold headed man came and unlock her cell. This is jail! Hermione finally realized where she was. A jail where bad guys are kept and when was she bad? She only looked like a witch, but how could they accuse her of that! She thought this world was so unfair. “Let’s go” that man ordered, and Hermione was put on hand cuffs. They went to this auditorium and she sat down at a something like VIP spot. Some people started coming in, a few people were talking about this word called jury. Was she a jury, or was this a jury, Hermione thought. Confused by thoughts shee looked up and found a person wearing a cloak and hat. He had a hammer with him. She wanted to shrink and get back to her universe. Everything seemed frightening to her. Then the judge asked a few questions and she answered them. Finally the judge asked “Do you know what you did?” She thought for a while and sid “No,sir. ” Gasps came from the crowd and some were even saying, “oh wow! She really is brave.” “Silence” The person in the long cloak yelled. “I have sentenced you for 2 years in prison. She’s heard people who had been sentenced for their lifetime! So she thought it wasn’t a pity. She sat sunken down in her cell for 2 years until she was released again. She felt free and walked, but then night came and she didn’t have a place to sleep so she reached her pocket to find human money, she counted 1,000,000! Thank god, Hermione thought relieved. She wandered the streets filled with lights. All the skyscrapers had lights for decor. She went to a hotel and rented a room. It was luxurious and clean. Hermione had nothing to do so she opened the curtains to find a view of part of the city! She saw lights and lights, busy crowds, and cars and buses filling the empty streets into those super loud sounds. She had a good sleep because the next day, she woke up at 10:00 am. Now she just wanted to get back to her magical universe and be with her friends at Hogwarts, She liked the city no longer.
Part 4
It’s coming to an edge of June and the triannual Scratch Writing Camp (aka. SWC) is going to host a session! Every camper who has signed up are waiting till the next day strikes which is the first day of July, the backup campers are hoping luck might come out until the day when SWC (Scratch Writing Camp) july 2022 will begin! Some people are even staying up for this occasion! They will shout with glee once it is 1:00! Oh look! June’s only minutes from over, 12:59 ……. 1:00! Oh! It’s July 1st! This somehow sounds like schoolwork but one hundred times funner. It doesn’t feel like dread, and sinking into stacks of it.
The camp daily is updated to introduce yourself and the comments are filled with happiness that the first day of camp has officially started! The staff members have been strummin’ the guitar for music to celebrate this day and to congratulate them selves for being selected as co-leader and leader. The campers eat the refreshing mangos since they have a new world to explore and this is one step! It gives everyone more opportunities to write and learn!
I usually never strum guitars or eat mangos but Scratch Writing Camp has given me so many opportunities. The mangos are different by themselves and tastes! That’s why I have liked Scratch Writing Camp so much!
After a few days cabins have completed dailies and weeklies! It’s where you write about tasks leaders give you! It’ll help your genre/cabin win points!!! Now weeklies are longer and tiring but they are totally worth it, don’t forget, you have a week, but some cabins may need it to win. They are a LOT of points! It also helps to reach your word goal which you have to set! Lets see the current results (9:17 EDT time) And now we see that sci- fi with a stunning 23700 holding the lead, mythology following behind.
I have been writing for a lot of time each day! Usual writing time each day would be 5 minutes and now 2 hours, I made so much progress! It really has motivated me! Camp has always been such a cool thing to try, even if it’s not in-person or something, but it has been such fun to be in SWC! Scratch Writing Camp is always welcoming you in as apart of it!
Total: 2518
From The Hunger Games
Katniss Everdeen
Gender: Female
Species: Umm.. Mockingjay/human (wondering since it is not a real bird)
Weapon: Bow&Arrows
Personality: Tough, Independent, Compassionate, Caring, Skilled
Friends: She has formed an alliance with Rue, and other people would be her sister Primrose, Gale, Peeta.
Backstory: She has taken her sister, Primrose’s place for the annual Hunger Games. She comes from District 12, A poor district.
Scenario
“Katniss! Katniss! Where are you?” Rue yelled. There was no reply. Rue yelled again and finally she heard a reply. “ Over here. I’m just exploring the forest” Katniss replied. She gave the mysterious hole that had hid under a pile of leaves a glance and ran back to where they had split off. She was so exhausted but excited to tell her the news. “Guess what I found” Katniss said confidently! “ What” Rue mumbled. “ I found this super deep hole that seemed to lead into space! When I peered into it, I saw stars shinning in it. It looked like a new universe is under that hole. You have to come! Katniss said excitedly.
They trampled the leaves to where Katniss had found to hole. Rue peered curiously into it and saw that Katniss was right. She stared in astonishment. “Whoa, what is that” Rue said, finally conscious from that hole again. “Why would I know” Katniss said. Rue was controlled by curiosity that she peered into it again. She bent down to look inside again. But this time shep bent a little too far, then she went straight into it. Katniss jumped in from her instinct. The light started to fade away as they dropped. There was moss almost everywhere. This must be how Alice fell into wonderland, Katniss thought. She dropped and dropped, like almost for ten whole minutes until she met up with Rue again. They landed at the bottom of the hole terrified, but somehow brave. Water was dripping from somewhere is she heard the metro above her, sounds echoed and rattled, it felt like they were in a cave.
Then they saw another copy of them flying from the hole and walking backwards and they were resumed all the way to the start of the Hunger Games. Rue was watching helplessly until they landed. Katniss ran to find the hole. Rue ran after her and wailed “Hey! Wait for me!” When Katniss found dead leaves piled at the same spot she found the hole, she digged and didn’t find the hole. She searched frantically but there was no sign of it anywhere. Rue came up and said “ hey, don’t be sad, we’ll find it no matter what.” “I hope it would be” Katniss’s tone was trembly. They dragged themselves back. They were surprised that their district had found alternatives. Katniss’s was her sister Primrose! Katniss ran and said that she was back and to be in the Hunger Games, they won’t need Primrose anymore so they sent her back.
Part 2
From Alice in Wonderland
Alice is this curious, smart, and friendly girl. She makes friends and be nice. She’s also very brave and judges their personality. She is never too scared since she always stands up and never does not reply to some orders. She’s super curious since she tries everything she doesn’t know. They result to different actions. Alice is smart, too and has a big imagination, she can think of things that people can’t think of, for example, her wonderland and everything that happened in it. Then when she wakes up, she thinks how boring the world is. So Alice is pretty imaginative.
The Queen of Hearts is very bossy and has no temper at all. If someone disobeys her or does a tiny mistake, she orders their head off. She always yells and her soldiers, the cards have to obey, or else, their heads will also be off. Their games are super funky and in her world that she rules, she will have lots of heads off everyday. Sometimes the King would be nice and give them another chance the the Queen will never ever do that. For example, if someone planted the wrong flowers the Queen would yell “ get their heads off.” And Alice has remembered that.
The Queen’s Perspective
Then this dumb little girl came to play and she was good at it. Maybe she has some thing to tell us about, for my fruit tarts, she will be a person who will give us clues. Okay now let’s go to my throne. Okay, this maid might tell me some stuff. But she brought pepper! Acho! Acho. “Okay now where are the fruit tarts. “I don’t know?” Then the King asked, what are fruit tarts made of? “Pepper of course!” What kind of dumb made is this, there is an obvious answer, even in the name. “What kind of maid are you?” The palace then was shaken by hysterical laughter. This is so annoying! Why is this maid not knowing anything, doesn’t she cook? Or does she only cook with pepper? Oh now it is the girl. “Alice, what do you know” I was so wanting to ask. “I don’t know” I heard her say, how dare she doesn’t know, she must be hiding something! She must know something! I must ask her again until she spills the truth! “Really, tell me the truth!” I yelled, why does she want to lie to me, I’m the Queen! Then I saw her rise up and up. She tall and her dress is sweeping the audience! I must get her to leave. “You’re too tall, you must leave.” Then I heard her say “Never. I will never ever leave, you’re so unfair, lettering everyone’s head off!” Why is she questioning my orders, she must get her head off. “Get her head off” I shouted to the nearby soldier-cards. They sprang up and surrounded Alice! But she wasn’t afraid! She just kept shooing the cards and yelling that they were just cards, oh how I want that girl’s head off this instant, hope the cards succeed.
Alice’s Perspective
I journeyed a long time from the rabbit hole and met weird things and now I found this super evil, weird queen who’s temper is very short. Her name is the Queen of Hearts, oh, what kind of queen is she. She has invited me to play cricket, let’s see how to play.
Oh my god, what kind of game is this, is this the animal game, everything is so wild. Hey! I think I see the Chesire Cat. Let’s quit this game. “Hi” I said to the cat. “HI, do you like the queen?” “No, I do not, she is soo cruel and hardly has any temper, she orders everyones heads off, I don’t like her.” Alice replied. Oh the King and Queen has a problem to solve, I’m going to head to the palace. She went in and the problem was that somebody stole fruit tarts, then she heard her name, “Alice” The rabbit said. Oh, me, how am I supposed to know this, I’ve hardly known this wonderland! “What do you know” The queen said, with some temper. I don’t know anything but then I will get my head off, oh what should I do? “I know nothing” I just had to say that. “You totally have to know a thing” The Queen shouted, losing her temper again. I felt the sweat on my back but I just have to say how cruel the Queen is! “I said I know nothing!” Then I felt a tug in my body and I saw the creatures shrink, but I also saw my head was reach the ceiling. “You are to tall.” The Queen said. “I will not” I heard myself say, I couldn't take it back anymore so I will have to stick to my protest, I realized that everyone all thought the queen was cruel! Then she heard the queen order to get her head off. “No, you are only a deck of cards!”
Part 3
From Harry Potter
Modern AU
Hermione opened her eyes and saw that she was in the modern world, no magic, no powerful bad guys, no Hogwarts, no friends.
She walked around to find herself in a closed shop of a big city! Chanting filled her ears. People were talking, cars were beeping, shops were playing their loud music. This must be how loud a city is everyday! Hermione thought. The shop was very dark and dusty. Trying to find the door, she slammed into thousands of shelves until she touched this sort of silvery circle. Finally, the door! She twisted and opened it to find daylight fill herself.
Then she found hundreds of people staring at her. They all had wide, surprised eyes. She looked and found that she was wearing her cloak! After a few seconds, someone yelled “witch! Witch! Someone help us.” Everyone who heard that started screaming and running away.
Finally, police sirens started to sound and five police cars pulled near the street. Inside, came 10 police men wearing deep, dark sunglasses. Some were carrying guns, some carrying a note book and pen, others carrying handcuffs. Were they going to put her in jail! Hermione thought, scared. She took one step back as the police started approaching. “You” a loud, tall police man called. “Who are you” another asked.
“I-I a-am-” don’t think too much! Hermione remembering herself.
“I am Hermione Granger, a new staff member of that shop” She looked at the sign which said “Pottery Clay.” She saw people from other shops eavesdropping on this scene too. She walked away before she found out she was handcuffed. She got pulled right back and the crowd threw something hard at her. Hermione saw that silvery piece approaching her then- BAM. All she could see was black. Finally, when she was concious again, she found her locked up in a celler. She was lying on this tiny bed, that was fully white. The blankets were neatly covered but the pillow had stains of dust. It was damp and dark, with a few lights looming at her. It was super lonely and painful. Hermione tried to get her wand, but she couldn’t. It felt as her power was removed. Now, she felt so ordinary and as if everyone opposed her. She sat there for a time until a bold headed man came and unlock her cell. This is jail! Hermione finally realized where she was. A jail where bad guys are kept and when was she bad? She only looked like a witch, but how could they accuse her of that! She thought this world was so unfair. “Let’s go” that man ordered, and Hermione was put on hand cuffs. They went to this auditorium and she sat down at a something like VIP spot. Some people started coming in, a few people were talking about this word called jury. Was she a jury, or was this a jury, Hermione thought. Confused by thoughts shee looked up and found a person wearing a cloak and hat. He had a hammer with him. She wanted to shrink and get back to her universe. Everything seemed frightening to her. Then the judge asked a few questions and she answered them. Finally the judge asked “Do you know what you did?” She thought for a while and sid “No,sir. ” Gasps came from the crowd and some were even saying, “oh wow! She really is brave.” “Silence” The person in the long cloak yelled. “I have sentenced you for 2 years in prison. She’s heard people who had been sentenced for their lifetime! So she thought it wasn’t a pity. She sat sunken down in her cell for 2 years until she was released again. She felt free and walked, but then night came and she didn’t have a place to sleep so she reached her pocket to find human money, she counted 1,000,000! Thank god, Hermione thought relieved. She wandered the streets filled with lights. All the skyscrapers had lights for decor. She went to a hotel and rented a room. It was luxurious and clean. Hermione had nothing to do so she opened the curtains to find a view of part of the city! She saw lights and lights, busy crowds, and cars and buses filling the empty streets into those super loud sounds. She had a good sleep because the next day, she woke up at 10:00 am. Now she just wanted to get back to her magical universe and be with her friends at Hogwarts, She liked the city no longer.
Part 4
It’s coming to an edge of June and the triannual Scratch Writing Camp (aka. SWC) is going to host a session! Every camper who has signed up are waiting till the next day strikes which is the first day of July, the backup campers are hoping luck might come out until the day when SWC (Scratch Writing Camp) july 2022 will begin! Some people are even staying up for this occasion! They will shout with glee once it is 1:00! Oh look! June’s only minutes from over, 12:59 ……. 1:00! Oh! It’s July 1st! This somehow sounds like schoolwork but one hundred times funner. It doesn’t feel like dread, and sinking into stacks of it.
The camp daily is updated to introduce yourself and the comments are filled with happiness that the first day of camp has officially started! The staff members have been strummin’ the guitar for music to celebrate this day and to congratulate them selves for being selected as co-leader and leader. The campers eat the refreshing mangos since they have a new world to explore and this is one step! It gives everyone more opportunities to write and learn!
I usually never strum guitars or eat mangos but Scratch Writing Camp has given me so many opportunities. The mangos are different by themselves and tastes! That’s why I have liked Scratch Writing Camp so much!
After a few days cabins have completed dailies and weeklies! It’s where you write about tasks leaders give you! It’ll help your genre/cabin win points!!! Now weeklies are longer and tiring but they are totally worth it, don’t forget, you have a week, but some cabins may need it to win. They are a LOT of points! It also helps to reach your word goal which you have to set! Lets see the current results (9:17 EDT time) And now we see that sci- fi with a stunning 23700 holding the lead, mythology following behind.
I have been writing for a lot of time each day! Usual writing time each day would be 5 minutes and now 2 hours, I made so much progress! It really has motivated me! Camp has always been such a cool thing to try, even if it’s not in-person or something, but it has been such fun to be in SWC! Scratch Writing Camp is always welcoming you in as apart of it!
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- cutepie17
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12 posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
Stay and Come, my Love
06/21/22
She burns
Her folds of color cut me
like paper,
And now, it stings
because she slit my skin and made me bleed
He drowns
His arms of no color extended
to hug,
And now, I can’t breathe
because he squeezed and choked me
She stares into my eyes,
enters beyond my body to my soul
She whispers a loud, demanding whisper
and says:
stay
He surrounds me,
becomes my surrounding,
He touches me,
blinds me with his boldness to do so
and says:
come
Who is she?
Who is he?
I am neither,
as you see
06/21/22
She burns
Her folds of color cut me
like paper,
And now, it stings
because she slit my skin and made me bleed
He drowns
His arms of no color extended
to hug,
And now, I can’t breathe
because he squeezed and choked me
She stares into my eyes,
enters beyond my body to my soul
She whispers a loud, demanding whisper
and says:
stay
He surrounds me,
becomes my surrounding,
He touches me,
blinds me with his boldness to do so
and says:
come
Who is she?
Who is he?
I am neither,
as you see
Last edited by cutepie17 (July 4, 2022 13:48:28)
- cutepie17
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12 posts
July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread
a small part of a novel I'm writing:
When I saw his dorsum hand motion for us to start, I lunged myself into the secrets that awaited me. The world around me transformed into something so magnificent, a mysterious broth of colors boiling in the corner of my eye. The hues rippled and wafted in the heat of their state, while ahead of me lied only darkness: such unknowns I could not translate to understand, and therefore I am merely blind to. Lapis unhesitatingly chased these cryptic informations, so eyeless, so naïve. As for myself, I was only bound to follow in despair of what was promised to me. My legs strained with the task, and soon enough there were green and yellow dots clouding my vision. The last thing I remember before passing out was reaching the end of the tunnel, only to find black, as expected. Black, and no Lapis to be seen.
When I saw his dorsum hand motion for us to start, I lunged myself into the secrets that awaited me. The world around me transformed into something so magnificent, a mysterious broth of colors boiling in the corner of my eye. The hues rippled and wafted in the heat of their state, while ahead of me lied only darkness: such unknowns I could not translate to understand, and therefore I am merely blind to. Lapis unhesitatingly chased these cryptic informations, so eyeless, so naïve. As for myself, I was only bound to follow in despair of what was promised to me. My legs strained with the task, and soon enough there were green and yellow dots clouding my vision. The last thing I remember before passing out was reaching the end of the tunnel, only to find black, as expected. Black, and no Lapis to be seen.