7/29 Main Cabin Daily
1273 words just becuz lol

yishujia wrote:

thanks to the respective people listed below for the parts they contributed

Figurative_Wings wrote:

Beginning: character sneaks out of their home.

shes-a-lady wrote:

Conflict: character sees a supernatural

smalltoe wrote:

Setting: a post apocalyptic city where everyone has to wear gas masks because of toxic fumes.

-JadeFox- wrote:

Climax: the protagonist confronts someone important to them.

Sandy-Dunes wrote:

Ending: character manages to get back to the exact place they were at the beginning of the story, but with something clutched in their hands.

Inez was screaming her head off from inside her gas mask, Dad was yelling something about how the government wasn't doing anything to eliminate the toxic fumes, Mom was on the phone loudly ordering groceries, and Calypso? She was long gone. She'd already slipped out the window of her family's wasted three story apartment to escape the noise. Calypso walked down the abandoned street that headed to the scrap piles. That was her favorite spot to think and observe. The sun was beating white-hot through the rusty cloud that masked the sky, and it was very bright.

Calypso squinted her brown eyes and shaded them with her hand as she looked up at the tall, towering apartment buildings. They were all the same color, a dusty orange-red. Everything in the city was the same color.

Calypso quickened her pace as she entered the scrap yard. She climbed up onto her pile and surveyed the rusty landscape. Same as always.
She signed. Her parents hadn't even noticed her sneaking out of the window and going down the fire escape. Sometimes she wondered what she would have to do to get their attention. Her mind was drifting when suddenly, something caught her eye.
There was something beyond the next few piles of scrap. Calypso cautiously turned her head and- there it was again! She saw a dark thing moving behind a heap three piles away from her. Calypso, an impulsive but courageous girl, decided to investigate. Her rusty red hair, which matched the rest of the cityscape, fell into her face as she stealthily slid down the pile she was sitting on. She crept towards the pile and hid behind it. Then she took a deep, soft breath, waited and then peered around the heap.

“What are you doing?”

Calypso let out a strangled yell and shot backwards ten feet as the blue eyes in front of her peered fearfully at her. Curiosity was mingled in the large blue eyes, yet they weren't quite blue. They were almost green, almost purple, almost pink, almost white, almost black, and almost golden all at the same time.

Calypso, wide eyed and on the ground, but poised to jump up and run, examined the peculiar creature standing before her. The creature resembled that of a young woman, though somewhat taller than average and with flowy hair that looked like water. Her hair, like her eyes, was a color that Calypso couldn't quite place.

“Who- who are you?” Calypso asked, trying to inch away discreetly but keeping her eyes on the weird person at the same time. “And why aren't you wearing a gas mask?”

The woman cocked her head at a peculiar angle and her large eyes squinted at Calypso as if they were a camera lense trying to focus in on an object. Then she opened her mouth and words came out of her mouth like she was singing.

“I am Rey'gon, Daughter of the Head of the Supernatural Court,” she explained, moving her hands and body in airy gestures as she spoke. She had a strange accent. “And what is this- how do you say-? Gas masque?” The ‘k’ was very pronounced when she said it.

“Yeah, gas mask, this thing.” Calypso tapped the mask on her face. She was feeling more at ease and relaxed after she had figured that this strange alien-looking lady probably wouldn't kill her. She stood up. Something about Rey'gon made Calypso feel comfortable and safe. Before she knew it, Calypso had told Rey'gon everything- how the world was a toxic wasteland, everyone had to wear gas masks to protect themselves from the poisonous fumes, and how the government wasn't doing anything to eliminate the gasses.

Rey'gon listened silently with her large eyes.

“Do you think you could help us?” Calypso finished. “If you can breathe the toxic air and be fine, maybe you could help us come up with a better solution than gas masks and needle-injected food!” Calypso was getting excited. It deflated like a balloon when she saw Rey'gon slowly shaking her head.

“No, no. I cannot help. I am sorry.” And with that, she misted away into thin air. Calypso stood there in shock. Silently she went back to her family's apartment.


Mom stood in the doorway.

“And just where have you been, young lady?” she demanded, hands on her hips. Uh oh, Calypso thought. She was really in for it this time.

“I went out to the scrap piles,” Calypso replied.

“Again? That dirty place-”

“Mom, everything is dirty,” Calypso pointed out. Mom fell silent. “Anyway, I found a strange lady there, too.”

“Strange lady?” Mom repeated absently as she meticulously arranged cracked items on the shelf.

“Yeah. She was really tall and had really big eyes. Like, really big. But I couldn't figure out what color they were,” Calypso admitted. Mom stopped what she was doing and slowly turned around to look at her daughter. “You could figure out what color her eyes were?”

“Nope,” Calypso replied, busying herself with school tablets. “It was weird. It was like-”

“Almost blue, almost green, almost purple, almost pink, almost white, almost black, and everything in between, all at the same time,” Mom murmured in a hushed voice.

Calypso shot her head up. “Well, yeah. How did you know?”

Mom went into some kind of hysteria. She told Dad, who had just walked in, “The Supernatural Court, they're here, they're here!”
She started talking in gibberish and Calypso was a little freaked out. Even Dad looked a little funny.

“What's going on?” she demanded.

“Calypso, you have to find that lady again, okay?” Dad came over and put his hands on Calypso's shoulders.

“Why?”

“They, the Supernatural Court, came a few years ago. Long before you and Inez were around. They had something that could help clear our planet. But the government messed things up and offended their leader, some Aergon dude, and they left. This lady could help us if she gives us the object. She- you could save our planet!”

With those words, Calypso was sold. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The moment when her parents would finally notice and appreciate her. And the whole world along with them. All she had to do was find Rey'gon and get the object, whatever it was.

Calypso set out immediately with a determined but spinning mind. Why had Rey'gon lied to her? Sure, they had just met, but if they had reversed roles, Calypso would have just as quickly saved Rey'gon's world. She pushed all thoughts to the back of her mind. She had to find Rey'gon first.

Since she had no other leads, she headed back to the scrap yard. She had barely been wandering around the piles for two minutes when she spotted Rey'gon.

“Wait,” Calypso said, seeing that Rey'gon looked surprised and ready to disappear again. “You lied to me,” Calypso said accusingly. Rey'gon hung her head and her hair rippled down in watery waves.

“My parents said you- or your people- had something that could help us,” Calypso said.

Rey'gon was silent for a moment. Then she spoke.
“Yes. I do have something that could help. But- I lost it.”

“You lost it?” Calypso gaped. Rey'gon cringed. Suddenly something clicked in Calypso's brain.

“So that's why you're here. You dropped it in here and you're looking for whatever that thing is,” Calypso understood. Rey'gon nodded.

“Can you help me find it?” she asked shyly.

“Of course,” Calypso agreed.


Two hours later, Calypso entered her family's apartment, cupping something in her hands with great care and reverence.

“Mom, Dad!” she called.

7/30 Main Cabin Daily
310 words

Brianne was tired. Very, very tired. It had been a long day for her and now she had a headache. She tossed her phone onto the shoe bench, sat down beside it, and removed her shoes. She chucked her running shoes across the space between her and the shoe rack and they landed crookedly on the top rack.
Brianne rubbed the sides of her legs anxiously. Then she dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her forehead.
“This day sucks,” she muttered to herself. She picked up her phone, got up, and headed to the kitchen. She was too exhausted from her long run to make something from scratch. She was completely, emotionally and physically drained. So she decided to make some canned food for lunch.
Brianne consulted her pantry and spotted a small can of beans. She took it out and set it on the counter. Then she rummaged in her kitchen drawers to find the can opener, which she conveniently had misplaced. She finally found it, but now she was in a grumpy, irritated mood. She moodily began utilizing the can opener to cut off the lid of the can of beans. She was so intently glaring at the wall that she didn't realize that she had been twisting the can opener around the can three times around. A little bit of liquid dripped down the container and onto Brianne's fingers. Jerked out of her thoughts, Brianne shook her wet fingers irritably and went to grab a cloth to clean it up. Her arm swung too far and it swiped the can of beans off the counter. The lid was bumped off as the can hit the ground. Green beans spilled onto the tiled floor.

Brianne clenched her fists and fumed. Then she closed her mouth, took a deep breath, and went to get a floor rag.

7/31 Main Cabin Daily
thank you notes <333
554 words


Soki, thank you so much for being an awesome leader and powering us into the top three. Your activeness and involvement with the Adventure Cabin has definitely had a hand in our great placing. You are so awesome and funny and helpful- thank you for pouring so much time into creating the Adventure cabin and coming up with fun activities for us to do! I may not be participating in future SWCs, but I know that any cabin under your leadership will have fun and do well.

Dawn, my awesome tent leader- thanks for being so consistent in adding everyone's words and just being really active and helpful in the Adventure cabin. I've known you since your wisehorse54 account and I'm grateful for knowing you because you are just such a blessing in my Scratch life and a positive influence that helps me get through my real life. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors, as well as sanity and patience for your several upcoming Scratch camps.

Jess, I didn't get to interact with you that much but I know that you helped in past SWCs. I know that you were a great co-leader and had a hand in Adventure's success, so, thank you.


Zai, Lio, Bakie, Zura, Honey, Birdi, and Robin, aka the sus daily team: words cannot express how grateful I am for you guys- you guys are awesome!!! Your guys' creativity with the dailies and weeklies (especially the last weekly) really solidifies that saying ‘sky’s the limit.' I really appreciate the way you guys accommodate everyone regarding the tasks and make sure that everyone is comfortable and having fun. The last weekly was truly icing on the cake- I can only imagine how much time and effort you guys poured into it. So many people had so much fun, and that's all because of you guys. Thank you!

Special appreciation to Zai because obviously he's awesome and very cool.
And likewise, many thanks to the wonderful Birdi and Robin for hosting this session, as well as Bakie and Honey for co-hosting. Thank you guys for making this camp happen. You guys are incredible and are great at running SWC. Thank you for helping everybody to have fun.

Adventure campers: I had so much fun being in Adventure with you all and even though I didn't interact in the cabin as much as I had in past sessions, I still really enjoyed being your fellow cabin mate. You guys are amazing, wholesome, and are so motivational to each other. Each of your guys' dailies, weeklies, word wars, and words got us to where we are now. I'm really proud of how far we got together, and I can't wait to see the final results. No matter our ranking, though, I still had a ton of fun and we all wrote our hearts out. Thanks for being my cabin mates!

SWC in general: you guys are just such an amazing group and just so supporting and funny and incredible. You all had a part in shaping this session of SWC into what it is and the result is so wholesome and friendly. The friendly competitiveness is there, and interacting with other SWCers is always a positive experience. Thank you guys for participating in SWC and may the best cabin win!

Prompts: Word Reserves
1847 words- I only got to e lol

“Don't you remember?”

Abby shook her head, biting her bottom lip and trying to keep her tears from spilling over. She was so confused and flustered that she just wanted to sit down and cry her heart out. And her head hurt so bad- she massaged her temple and wiped her eyes.

Lillian put her arm over Abby's shoulder and guided her to a park bench. They both sat down.

Yvy stood in front of them with her arms crossed over her chest. The mild wind blew loose blonde strands in her face. She was too absorbed with the current unfolding of events to brush them away. Her dark brown eyes were soft and confused. Yvy was going to demand, ‘You’re not kidding, right?' but Lillian gave her a look that told her to be quiet.

“I need to do this. I'm sorry, Chase, but this is a once in a life time opportunity. I'll never have a chance like this again.”

There was silence on the other end. Brooklyn chewed on her bottom lip, feeling anxious. There was a strange lump in her stomach and she couldn't get rid of it. The silence was almost deafening before the phone audio crackle. There was a short chuckle. A bitter one, too.

“So you're breaking up with me?” Chase's voice wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. The lump grew heavier as Brookyln faltered, “Well-”

“No, no, I get it. Go live your fancy posh life. I understand why you don't want me around anymore. I'm not proper enough to be seen by your celebrity friends.” Chase's voice was bitter and sarcastic. Brooklyn stood in her sunny Nashville bedroom with tears in her eyes. She couldn't reply. For a while it was quiet. Then Chase made an odd sound again, almost a chuckle, kind of a scoff.

“That's cold, Brooke. Breaking up over a phone call. I don't know why you'd treat me any different than any other girl. I just thought you were different. I was wrong.”

“No, Chase, this- this is just temporary, okay? It's just a break. I just need time by myself to sort things and get settled, and then-”

“And then what? You want me to come over to L.A., only to always have to chase you town around like some lapdog? No thanks.”

“I'm leaving tomorrow, but can you at least come over and say goodbye?” Brooklyn asked, near tears. No sooner than she had finished talking, Chase hung up.

Brooklyn stood there in shock, holding her phone in her hand. What had started out to be the best day of her life had ended up being the worst. She shoved her suitcase off her bed and sobbed into her pillow.


Brooklyn lingered at her porch, waiting, watching, wishing. All of her friends had come over already to say goodbye. All except Chase. He still hadn't shown up.
The taxi cab that was going to drive her to the airport pulled up in front of her house. She couldn't wait any longer. She took one last look at her hometown and then climbed into the backseat. She leaned her forehead against the windowpane and stared listlessly at the familiar landscape whizzing by.

She had just lost her best friend.

“Good morning Melissa,” Cleo greeted her makeup artist. She entered the makeup room with a camera crew from Lovely, a big fashion magazine, who had come to shoot a behind the scenes video.

“Good morning, everyone,” the older lady replied whilst meticulously arranging makeup products on her white utility cart. The camera crew quickly and efficiently set up their cameras and microphones.

In no time, they finished their set up and began rolling the camera.

“Hi, Lovely!” Cleo greeted the camera from her position in the makeup chair. “For those of you who may not know, I'm Cleo. Today I'm going to be taking you behind the scenes of my upcoming movie film, Eloquent. Here is my makeup artist, Melissa,” the camera panned towards the smiling woman who gave a quick wave, “and she's extremely talented. I'm going to be doing the basic makeup and then afterwards she's going to put on some prosthetics. Let's get started.”

Cleo, talking all the while, opened the drawers that were under the desk she was sitting behind and showed that everything was neat and arranged. The lights around the mirror reflected on Cleo's smooth forehead. She produced a pair of baby blue hair clips from a drawer and fastened her thick black hair back. Then she washed her face in the sink beside the makeup table, cleansed, exfoliated her skin, and then washed off the products. She dabbed her skin gently with a dry face cloth. Then she applied a toner serum and let her skin absorb it for a moment. She swiped some eye cream under her eyes and then took out a container of moisturizer. She put the bottle on the desk along with the other skincare products that she had used. She took a small pump and rubbed the hydrating product onto her skin.

After she finished her skincare, Cleo moved onto the makeup. She put on a light base of airbrushing foundation, brightening concealer, peach cream blush, and the slightest bit of cream bronzer and contour.

Cleo talked as she set her makeup with powder. “My character, Ellie, is supposed to look very natural, like she's got no makeup on, and that's what I'm going for. Now I'm going to do just a little bit of brown eyeshadow near my lashlines-” Cleo paused momentarily as she lightly brushed the eyeshadow brush over her eyelids and swept it over her bottom lashline. “And then for lips, I'm just going to apply some lip balm.” She moved back from the camera, one of several, which was attached to the mirror. “This is what it looks like. And now Melissa is going to put on some prosthetics.”

Danielle checked her purse as she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Yup, she had her wallet. She took out her sunglasses before zipping her bag shut. She slipped them over her eyes and continued walking faster. The slim brown bag swung gaily beside her side as she walked.
It was a beautiful July day with no clouds, but it was very hot and the sun was especially bright. Danielle Harrison was planning on checking out the new local café that had just been opened on Main Street. The cute little coffee shop was tucked away at the crossroads of Main and Sixth. Danielle spotted it across the street walk and saw the large letters that spelled the name of the café: Mocha².

The bell jingled as Danielle pushed open the cafè door. The shop was air conditioned and Danielle was thankful for the break from the heat. The interior was brightly, but not blindingly, lit and followed a naturalistic aesthetic with wood furnishings and greens as trimming and decoration. It was extremely neat and clean and the faux-wood panel floor looked clean enough to eat off of. The tables and long legged chairs were metal but the tables had circular wood slabs with vases and flowers on them. Danielle saw that hot drinks had wood coasters under them. Overall, the vibe of the café was a very warm and casual one.

There was already a line of seven people at the counter and Danielle stepped in line. She was actually feeling a little cold in her white tank top and light blue jean shorts and she hadn't brought a sweater. She checked her phone to distract herself and absently walked forward when she sensed that the person in front of her had moved. Soon she heard the person in front of her ordering and she slipped her phone into her bag and took out her wallet. The guy in front of her took his coffee and walked past her towards the tables. For a brief instant, Danielle made eye contact with him. His eyes were a bright blue-green and framed with black eyelashes. It was only for a split second before Danielle tore her own hazel eyes away and began ordering, stumbling a little over her words. After she finished ordering, she wondered why her hands were so sweaty and why her heart was beating like a drum roll.

Eden was sitting on the edge of her bed as she brushed her long, silky black hair. She stopped to rest her arms, since raking a brush through a million miles of thick, tangled hair is a workout in of itself. The grayish blue moonlight shone through her large window and onto her pale face. She sat there for a while, brush in hand, hair neglected, as she watched the beautiful full moon. Suddenly, her closed bedroom door swung open and yellow light from the hallway spilled onto her blue carpeted floor. Her mom cast a shadow that caused the yellow light to spill around her.

“You're still awake, Eden?” Her mom said, low. Eden turned to face her mom.

“Better go to sleep soon,” her mother advised. “We're leaving early to meet up with the cousins, remember?”

Eden nodded.

“Okay. Don't forget to close the blinds before you go to bed.” With that, the door was pulled shut and the blue moonlight was left alone to light the room. Eden quickly finished brushing her hair, braided it, and then closed the blinds. Her window faced the back of the house, towards the west, and it looked over the backyard. She was glad that her bedroom wasn't in the front of the house because it made her uncomfortable to think of random people being able to watch her sleep from the road.

Eden burrowed under her blankets and snuggled deep into her cold, fluffy pillow. The moon was the last thing she saw before she dropped off into sleep.
Her mind sank into a whirling, dark dream; a movie played against the dark screen of her closed eyelids.

“Mom!” Eden screamed, running as fast as she could. No words came out of her dry mouth. Her heart hammered in her chest and her legs felt like they were about to fall off. Her lungs were on fire and her eyes burned.
The moon was high in the midnight sky, but no stars twinkled above. The dark park was eerily quiet. Everything was so silent. Nothing moved. Even Eden, running for her life, wasn't moving. She stayed running in place. Dread closed over her heart with a cold blackness. She whipped her head around. The black figure was moving closer and closer and she couldn't move. She couldn't move. She felt the wind against her face, but the trees weren't moving. Nothing was moving. The playground ahead, with its blood red poles, did not loom closer. Eden felt like if she could just reach the playground, she would be safe. She turned her head again. This time her long, un-tied hair flew into her face and she couldn't see. She tripped, hit her head, and blackness swept over her.

Blair Anastasia Irvine: Word Reserves
950 total words

Character Sheet
475 words

Blair Anastasia Irvine is the daughter of the wealthy entrepreneur James Irvine. She is an only child but is not spoiled. She was raised with good manners and is aware of her privileged life. She tended to be somewhat of a recluse, growing up, and at eighteen she is introverted and likes to keep to herself. She does open up a little after she is comfortable around a person, which means that she has few but very close friends.
Blair is closer to her father than she is her mother. Mrs. Aurelia Irvine is a very fancy woman and has many friends. Obviously she is and tries to be a good mother, but sometimes she isn't aware of her daughter's needs.

Blair has long, wavy dark brown hair which is something of a disappointment to her blonde haired mother. However, her mother finds consolation in the silky texture, the beautiful natural wave, and the thickness of her daughter's hair.
James Irvine has gray eyes, and Aurelia has greenish-blue eyes. That resulted in Blair somehow having abnormally light green-blue eyes. The lightness of her eyes contrasts with her light olive skin and her black hair and she gets complimented a lot on her natural beauty. She is tall and athletic, like her parents, and has a passion for horses. She stands at a height of five feet and ten inches, which makes her more than half a foot shorter than her father, who is six feet and eight inches, and three inches taller than her mother, who is five seven.

Blair's style is a mix of dark and light academia, depending on her mood. She especially loves turtlenecks and high-waisted pants. In summer she opts to reach for lighter colored, more flowy clothing. She tends to steer away from brightly colored clothing and bold patterns. She only wears skirts and dresses for events.

Fall is her favorite season, mint chip, chocolate, and cookie dough are her favorite ice cream flavors, and 3 and 52 are her favorite numbers. Pastel blue, lavender, mint green, white, black, beige, and creamy brown are her favorite colors, but she loves mostly all colors. Her favorite animals are horses, dogs, and goats, but again, she loves all animals. Her favorite foods are avocado toast, omelets sprinkled with cayenne pepper, potatoes, chicken, salad, and sushi. She's not a picky eater, though, and is willing to try out new things.
She's very active but loves to curl up in a corner and read.

Her voice is a lower register and she pronounces her words very clearly. She loves singing, but only in private.

She has a slow temper and is usually very laid back, but some things do trigger her. She rarely yells in anger- most of the time she just needs space and then apologizes or settled the matter with the offender.

Writing
475 words

“Miss Blair, your mother requests your presence in the drawing room,” a maid reports, trotting up to me and coming to an ungraceful halt. Her nervous way of standing makes Athena, my gray mare, flick her ears back and step sideways. I instinctively push against her sleek dappled shoulder to make her move back to the center of the cross ties. I tell the maid, “Tell her I'll be up in ten, please.”
The housemaid side steps awkwardly and her shoes make quick clattering noises on the cobblestone courtyard. She twists her hands in her starched white aprons.
“But, Miss, she said she wants you now.”

“I've got to take care of my horse first,” I reply, trying not to let my impatience show.

“That's what the grooms are for,” the maid replies, as if quoting my mother, who has said that countless times. “Besides, the ma'am is in a mood…” she trails off and meets my eye.

“Fine,” I give in, exasperated. I call a groom over and he begins brushing down my horse. I give Athena an affectionate nose rub and then head off in a huff towards the mansion.


My mother turns towards me as I shove open the drawing room doors before the doormen can move. Her flowy green gown swishes around her dainty ankles and she draws herself up majestically.

“I'm sending you to camp,” she says before I can speak. As I stand there in stupefied silence, she looks disdainfully at my riding attire, despite how clean I am. I know that dirtiness makes my mother nervous. I have inherited my mother's OCD and so I tend to instinctively keep myself tidy anyway, but I don't think it's quite as- let's say severe, as my mother's.

She wants patiently for my response and her silence is infuriating.

“Camp? You're sending me away to camp, Mother?” I ask incredulously.

“'Sending you to camp.' Just ‘sending you to camp’. Not ‘away to camp’. It makes it sound like I'm shipping you overseas to a boarding school,” Mother says with a sniff. “It is to, let's say, enlarge your social circle. This camp is the best one in the country, and only for the best. It's extremely prestigious and I expect you'll meet very eligible, rich young men there. As well as girls of the same status as you, of course.”

I still haven't moved past her comment about the young men.

“You want me to go to a camp just so I can meet some rich bachelor?” I demand, clenching my hands.

“And have fun, of course,” Mother shrugs her shoulders. I look around, at the chandelier, the silk curtains- anywhere but at my mother. Then I let out a short, choked sounding laugh.

“You're unbelievable,” I say, shaking my head. Then I walked briskly out the door, chin held high.