“It's been a few days since SWC started - hope you got the chance to get to know your cabin and give Starr lots of cookies ;D Imagine a character (either one of your own creation, or from a story you like) in your cabin. Would they get along with your cabinmates, or would a messy mango fight ensue? How might their personality react in that environment? Write at least 250 words for 100 points, and share your writing for an extra 50 points.”

Author's Notes ;;
– I used my character Valerian in here :] She's a smart and chaotic gal
– This isn't meant to offend anyone by the way!!
– I didn't have the most motivation near the end coughcough
– The story is not really about her actually /interacting/ with the people so uh,, this might not fit the prompt a lot :,D Oh well
– but if she /did/ interact with the people, a mango fight would probably indeed happen
– 271 words

“Poetry cabin? Hmm, interesting.”

Standing in front of her mailbox with an envelope in hand, Valerian repeatedly reread the sorting message for this… Scratch Writing Camp thing. They seemed friendly enough. Plus, she could purchase some delicious (well, hopefully delicious.) food while she was at the said coffeehouse.

She glanced at her house before back at the letter. Should she get going now? March was still a few days away. Eh, maybe she should at least check out the place before camp starts.

Hesitating a little, she took one final peek at her abode before sprinting off to the location listed on the envelope. Should she have brought something else than her backpack with her? Probably. But she didn't want to head back now.

Fortunately, the coffeehouse wasn't /extremely/ far away. Slowing down her speed, she approached the dark brown cabin.

She examined the exterior of the area. Even from just /standing/ outside, she could already tell the place had a pleasant aura. So, why wait much longer?

Heading towards the door, she heard a little chime as she twisted open the knob. The fragrant smell of coffee had only gotten stronger, but was now mixed with other nice scents. The chatter of her fellow cabinmates, co-leaders and leader filled her ears as she took a step inside.

The noise was certainly /not/ ideal to Valerian, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. At least she could still write at her home – right?

As she ambled towards an unoccupied chair, she took off her backpack and laid it on the table.

Her first session was going to be interesting.

Daily 3/4

From her perch on the corner of the dessert table, Raven had a fairly clear view of the room and its masked occupants. Out on the dance floor, several guests were swaying awkwardly from side to side and trying out vague, bizarre-looking limb movements. Others had gathered to the side of the room to smile and make idle conversation. One boy sat at a nearby table, demolishing the snacks on his food plate at an alarming speed. The air stank of too-sweet punch and human sweat, and so far no one seemed to have noticed her.

In other words, this was a terrible party.

Raven shifted irritably. She didn’t know why she had come here. Two days ago she had discovered a crisp white envelope caught in the branches of a tree, addressed to someone named Inky. The invitation inside promised a masquerade with games, food, and excitement (and something about a writing camp, though she wasn’t nearly so certain about that part). Clearly it hadn’t been delivered to the intended recipient; still, Raven saw no reason why she couldn’t attend the party anyway. It would be fun, hopefully, and at the very least an interesting change of scenery. Besides, she was bored.

As it turned out, she should have ignored the invitation after all. This masquerade was duller than a naiad’s favorite river stone. There was neither fun nor games here, just pointless small talk and a jukebox designed by someone with horrible music taste. What a disappointment. Angrily, Raven leapt from the table, her wings bunching uncomfortably from where she had stuffed them inside her tight dress. She stalked toward the door, ready to ditch the place, when the lights suddenly went out.

Screams and crashes sounded from around the room. Raven turned in a panicked circle, bumping into a table and splattering something gooey all over her gown. What was going on? “Stay calm!” she heard someone shout over the chaos. It was such a ridiculous request that she ignored it altogether - how was anyone supposed to stay calm when surrounded by a bunch of hysterical humans in total darkness? All she had wanted to do was go home, and now she couldn’t even find the door.

Then, suddenly, the room was illuminated once more. Raven blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the glaring brightness. She glanced down at her dress, which in all the commotion had gotten smeared with chocolate cake. Then she ran up to the masquerade room door and tugged on the handle.

It was locked.

Word count: 423

daily 3/4

The Crow Club. What even was it? Hazel stared avidly at Moonlit, expecting information.

She just laughed a tinkling yet somehow menacing laugh, and began to sing in the most euphonious voice Hazel had ever heard, strings of letters in a language that Hazel was not familiar with.

Gaping, Hazel gazed shamelessly at Moonlit, her sleek, raven-black hair shimmering in the moonlight. Moonlit winked at her, and gestured towards the empty space in front of her, which, to Hazel's shock, was slowly taking shape into something.

Bricks began to stack themselves onto each other, forming a shabby brown building with a wooden sign creaking in the wind. Hoots, laughs, and hollers could be heard from inside.

“Welcome to the Crow Club!” Moonlit said, “Our dynasty.”

Moonlit guided Hazel into the structure, swinging the black and crimson doors open. Hazel gasped. Turning around slowly, she wanted to take everything in. Beguiling, ravishing chandeliers hung from the ceiling, with gold and crystal embellishments clinking together like wind chimes. Chatter rose around her, and Hazel turned her gaze to the people around her. There were many people of all shapes and sizes, including one particularly frightening man guzzling… some sort of drink so quickly you could barely see him bring the glass to his mouth.

“What is this place?” Hazel asked Moonlit, who had leaned over to a nearby table and was beating everyone in poker.

“Like I said, it's our dynasty!” Moonlit said, beaming, “This is a pub where… people like us, shall we say, gather together, drink, play games - all that fun stuff.”

Hazel nodded slowly, still confused, and then Moonlit leaned over to her, pausing her game for a moment.

“Okay, truth?” She said, staring Hazel in the eye, “We're a band of thieves. Here in Ketterdam, stealing is… a necessity. You need to make your own way.”

Hazel froze, her mouth dropping open. She became pale with fright. She turned to walk away, but Moonlit grabbed her arm.

“Don't go!” She pleaded, begging Hazel, “Please. I brought you here to show you the reality of Ketterdam. If you stay here, you're going to need our help.” Moonlit looked carefully over at Hazel, observing her, “And we might need your help, too.”

Hazel's eyes grew wide, unbelieving.

“That's right!” Moonlit said, smirking, "I know you have potential. And in time? You could be a valuable asset to us."

~fin~

Daily 4: 274 words

Yayalicious surveyed her surroundings. A vast valley being… excavated, right?
A couple of people were milling around brushing the dirt slightly with little brushes, revealing strange, dusty bones from the ground. Yayalicious glanced towards one of them, who had just discovered a small Diplodocus bone. They examined it in the early morning sun and dived towards one of the olive-green tents to examine it even more.
She grasped her backpack and slapped a large smile across her face. "Wow!“ She exclaimed in her usual enthusiasm. ”This looks cool!“
A few people, carrying papers around and magnifying glasses, smiled, waved, and chirped ”Good morning!“s to her.
Yayalicious wanted to reach out and join in with the writing/fossil excavating, but her feet were glued to the ground.

”Oh… um… So much to do! I don't know where to start-“
Great. The ghast-girl didn't have a clue about what to do.
The crisp, cold wind fiddled with her silvery plaits. Her fingers dig into the sleeves of her jumper dress. Yayalicious shivered.
”Quite chilly today. Let's go warm up and look for some help!“ She said to no one in particular.
She started to pace around the camp. A camper, who had just come in with a small stack of papers, approached her.
”You looking for a Cabin Guide?“ She asked.
”Oh… yes! One of those!“
The camper pointed to a small tent surrounded by bunting with dinosaurs on them. ”They're just over there! Let's go together!“
”Cool!“ Yayalicious replied excitedly. ”Thanks!!"
She skipped towards it, not bearing to wait and explore Non-fi Fossil Dig and have the best session ever.

Daily 3: 304 words
Lilith stared around her, trying to make sense of the world that had appeared just moments before. Brightly coloured mushrooms, and strange creatures filled the expanse, and her head hurt from looking at all the luminescent colours. There were three paths in front of her, winding off into the topsy-turvy distance. Each forked off a completely different way, and there was no way of knowing which path to take.
A shadowy specks seemed to move towards her down one of these paths, getting closer and closer, until she realised that they were not, in fact, specks, but rather people, who were now standing in front of her.
''Um.. hi?'' She said, scrutinising them in confusion.
''Hi!'', ‘'Hello!’', ‘'Welcome to Wonderland!’', they all called in unison. There must have been about twenty of them, all dressed in strange outfits.
''Wonderland? Where's that? Wait.. what time is it? And what day- I–''
Three of the many people stepped forward, smiling. It unnerved her a little, as did everything in this unusual place.
''Yes, Wonderland.'' One of them said.
''There's no specific location.'' Said another.
''And no concept of time-'' Added the third.
Lilith frowned, her heart beating a little faster in her chest. What happened? How did she get here? And who were all these people who just happened to appear? She couldn't possibly fathom the answers to these questions, of course. But she couldn't help but wonder…
''How do I get out of here?'' she asked finally, watching the people's faces carefully for any emotions that might tell her anything at all.
''I.. honestly don't know.'' said one of the three who had spoken earlier. ‘'I’m Coco, and this is Juli and Goose.''
The other two waved.
''I'm sorry, but I can't help you.'' she continued. ‘'So, welcome to the Bi-fi Wonderland, I guess.’'

vera's writing!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO PEEPS! ITS uR local KOTLC FANGURL vErA here! I'm a lil' bit wacky btw
ok datz all u gotta know abt moi!! luv y'all <33

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CABIN WARS

idk how many rn lol





okee, byeee!!!!!!!!!

396 words, very rushed

Sofiya grabbed the invitation, debating on whether to go or stay.

The whole idea seemed shady, a random invitation showing up on her porch. Sofiya thought nobody knew her, but she was getting a letter to *please* come to a party? With a mask on? It said she was sorted into a cabin of some sort, but the whole thing seemed like a sickly prank.

Sofiya then decided to go, out of pure curiosity. Hiding herself with her mask, attempting not to be seen by the prankers, a hand was placed on her shoulder. She quickly swatted it away and almost punched the girl behind her.

“Apologies, instinct kicked in,” She mumbled, barely a whisper.
The girl chuckled, “No worries!” A smile escaped her lips. “Follow me,”
Sofiya had her fists up, ready to fight whatever was coming, but it was a group of people, whose faces hidden with masks, that surrounded each other. Sofiya's confused expression filled her face, but thankfully hidden by the mask.

They were all whispering to each other, all as equally confused as Sofiya.
Then the lights flickered, and everyone gasped.
Sofiya pulled away from her group to find the entrance she could leave from, but her fellow “cabinmates” grabbed her.
“Let me find the exit! Meanwhile, you find clues. Don't worry, I've got this,” Sofiya said confidently. Her cabinmates weren't so sure.
“No, you might get lost.” Another girl said. “It's dangerous.”
But Sofiya still ran, to save herself. She was selfish; she knew, but this was extremely shady, and Sofiya didn't want to be caught in it. Moments later, she reached out and found a handle. Sofiya pulled with all she had, but the door wouldn't budge. She collapsed on the floor when the lights flickered back on, startling Sofiya a bit. Her cabinmates ran towards her.

Had they still worried about her, even though she was only trying to save herself? Sofiya managed a smile, and her cabin mates took it.
“We were worried you got lost!” A girl said. “Here, let's introduce ourselves. I'm Moss, this is..”
As she introduced everyone. Sofiya zoned out, not listening to her leader. She wasn't particularly nice with people, and tended to like being alone. But she couldn't stop thinking of how complete strangers still wanted to help her, she found it weird. Or was it just her environment at home?

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rock <3

Nickname- Ava
Content- March 4th Daily
Word Count - 278/250
Topic - Write from someone who's not the protagonist's point of view
Cabin - Horror

LET'S GET STARTED

Scratcher- @TWILIGHT_A
Twi, she/her, extrovert (only online tho), black and yes glasses

Name: Twi
Gender: Girl
Pronouns: she/her
Extrovert
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Glasses: yes
Personality: Twi is really shy in real life. No one really talks to her, and she doesn't really talk to anyone herself. People always think she's the good girl, best at studies and teacher's pet. That all changes when she goes home and switches on her laptop.

Online is a wonder for Twi. There, no one really knows her, so she doesn't have to worry about them judging her. If they do, she can just block them or report them. Simple as that. No telling any teachers or parents and being called a snitch, no having to face the same person her entire life.

So basically,
Extrovert online
Introvert offline.

Mango fight: in a magic fight, if it was offline she would catch a few in her basket and then sit on the terrace while eating mangoes, watching the courtyard be covered in chaos.
If it was online, she would be one of the most active players, throwing digital mangoes at almost every single enemy at sight and healing other with the mango juice.

Commiting arson: whether offline or online, Twi would feel great joy at commiting arson. Especially if it's a house of a person she hated.

What would happen if she was in the middle of a mango pill sell out: she would not be in the middle of a mango pill sell out. She would time her sleep schedule just write so she would be one of the first to get the pill and wouldn't have to wait in the long line only to realize they had all sold out.

Waterfall's March 3rd daily haiku - I thought of this on march 3rd but only wrote it on march 4th.

Wonderful cabins,
Great activities all part,
Of Scratch Writing Camp.

Peggy gasped as she sprinted to catch up with her sisters. When she reached them, she stopped to catch her breath and asked, “Where are you going?”

Angelica, the eldest sister, shot her a glare and turned to Eliza. “I thought you said she wouldn't come today.”

Peggy returned the glare, her frustration rising. Angelica always treated her like a child, even though she was only two years younger.

Eliza smoothed down her blue dress and said, “We shouldn't exclude her.”

“But she'll tell!” Angelica argued.

She insisted that she wouldn't, but her words were drowned out by the murmurs of the strangers around them.

Angelica glanced around and grabbed Peggy's wrist, tugging her away from the noise. “You better keep your mouth shut, okay?”

Peggy nodded, her heart pounding. She knew that if she said anything, she would be in serious trouble.

And so they travelled down the streets, going further downtown, away from the sounds of vapid conversation and towards intellectual discussions.

(Yes, I know that they took carriages, but I’m too lazy to fix it)

forever unfinished ;w;

✤ date: march 4th daily
✤ topic: write about a character of yours in your cabin
✤ word count: 277/250
✤ more writing this session

Amber screeched. What had she gotten herself into? Where was she? Well—clearly, she was in the middle of a battleground, but she was in school just earlier, right? She was about to hand in a test. Oh no, she had to hand in that test! “Calm down,” she closed her eyes. “I’m somewhere I don’t want to be—but I can figure this out.” Amber hurried up to someone walking around. “Er… can you tell me where the heck I am and who you are and what’s going on?”
The person stopped and gaped. Amber looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious. She was wearing a sparkly bright pink top with a black skirt and purple leggings underneath. She liked wearing cool, eye-popping outfits at school, but this wasn’t school. Whoever was standing in front of her wore many layers of gray and navy, plus weapons and a helment. “Um—well, I’m Riley, serving in the army of Xyrlein. This is an area of fighting, so you should probably be somewhere else, even though there aren’t any current battles. Join Xyrlein, and we’ll get you some help!”
Then a rough voice is heard from another area. “Hey! Qhesia would be a much more helpful and safe place for this girl to stay. Because we will win this war!”
Amber hated fights. “Stop! Please don’t fight! Can’t we just live in a place of harmony and peace?” Riley smiled. “I wish, but we can’t befriend enemies at this point. Maybe it’s best you be on your way…”
And with that, Amber found herself back in the classroom with a completed test in her hand and a horrified teacher staring at her.

Weekly #1, 2655 words

Weekly part 1:

Event: Aliah throws a fireball, 107 words
Aliah was sitting on a stone bench, waiting. For what, she didn’t know. But she knew to wait. She’d been there for an hour already, and she was getting sore. And she had much better things to do. Five more minutes passes and she groaned in frustration, picking up a rock on the ground and throwing it at the forest in front of her. It flew passed the tree she was aiming for and hit the ground. The next one she threw hit the tree, and the next three missed. When still no one showed up, she growled in frustration and threw a fireball at the forest.

Outcome #1, 112 words
The fireball hit the tree she’d been throwing rocks at and swiftly began to burn it. She tried to stop the rapidly spreading flames but failed, and watched helplessly as the flames spread from plant to plant. “C’mon!” She says to herself, trying to get the flames under control, “You’re a pyrokenitic. You sparked the flames, now stop them!” She tried again to stop the flames, but they have spread too far. She slumps back on the bench, defeated. Trying to control the flames would end up with the flames controlling her. She watched as the flames spread through the forest, and she realized, there’s no way the humans won’t notice this.

Outcome #2, 143 words
The fireball hit a bush and it caught fire. Aliah watched it burn for a minutes, and then was interrupted by a dryad stepping out of a tree. “Please put that fire out,” She said, her voice soft and whispery, like a breeze through the branches of a tree, “You’ll burn down the whole forest!” I sighed. “I can try, but I don’t have very good control.” “Obviously!” A new voice said. This voice was crackly like dry leaves being stepped on as a plump dryad stepped into view. “And how many times have I told you not to show yourself to random people, Berry.” Great. Now I had an audience. I tried again to stop the flames, but they wouldn’t listen to me. Berry sighed and snapped her fingers. Beautiful glowing-white magic sparkled out of her fingertips and put out the flames.

Outcome #3, 141 words
The fireball hit the ground and immediately, the grass caught fire. Aliah watched as it spread for a moment, and then she frantically tried to put it out. Of course, the person she was waiting for took that moment to appear. He was tall, with black hair and defined cheekbones. He had a hat pulled low over his eyes and was wearing a suit much too fancy for meeting someone in a forest, and a brown briefcase. He saw the fire and scoffed with disgust. “I came here to make a deal with you that has something to do with your power, but since you obviously don’t have any control, the deal is over.” Aliah internally swore. The man removed something from his briefcase and it squirted white foam at the fire. Seconds later it was put out and the man was gone.

Weekly part 2:

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Exposition—Rising Action—Climax—Falling Action—Resolution

Part 1, Exposition: Primrose goes about her day as she normally would, 106 words.

Primrose gets up at 8:00 when her alarms goes off and takes a minute to internally celebrate the fact that it’s the weekend. She gets dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a light pink T-shirt, ties her brown hair into a loose bun, and heads downstairs to eat a breakfast of donuts her mom left out early that morning when she got home from work. She grabs the only two chocolate enrobed ones and eats them, then puts on her battered green sneakers and goes outside to walk to the park as she usually does. She won’t be expected back home until evening.

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Exposition—Rising Action—Climax—Falling Action—Resolution

Part 2, Rising Action: Primrose gets kidnapped by time travelers, 196 words.

Primrose is halfway to the park when someone reaches out from an ally and grabs her. She tries to twist away but her captor’s grip is strong. A cloth is put over her mouth and she is knocked unconscious from the sedative. When she comes to, she is blindfolded, and she overhears people talking about time travel. She realizes she’s been kidnapped by time travelers. A few hours later, the blindfold is pulled off to reveal a young man, who promises to answer all her questions after he rescues her. She agrees and she is rescued. He then tells her that she was kidnapped by a time traveling crime ring that kidnapped people, ran experiments on them, and dropped them off somewhere random in the time stream when they’re done with them. She asks if they experimented on her and he hesitates and finally answers yes. He then tells her that he and a small group of people are trying to stop this crime ring and she agrees to help. The next few scenes are her learning how to time travel and helping them take down the kidnappers and discovering her powers of invincibility (and perhaps fire?)

o—o—O—o—o
Exposition—Rising Action—Climax—Falling Action—Resolution
Part 3, Climax: Primrose is ready for the final showdown–but her kidnappers are one step ahead, 100 words.

Primrose has set a trap in the medieval times at an old abandoned castle, and she lures her kidnappers to the castle, where she has set numerous traps. But they came prepared for the traps–and have set one of their own. With everyone but the kidnappers scrambling and hiding, Primrose is in the armory and comes up with a new plan. She gathers the little forces she can find and attacks one last time. She succeeds, launching her desperate attack that scatters their forces, but their leader remains unfazed, and after an epic showdown, they flee… but they’re not gone.
o—o—o—O—o
Exposition—Rising Action—Climax—Falling Action—Resolution

Part 4, Falling action: they assess the damage and casualties form the battle and discuss stuff, 119 words.

It is pointed out that they’re still out there and most likely still causing tons of trouble, but they decide to celebrate this small victory. They loot the castle and find sharp weapons, leather and metal armor that is kind of clunky and they don’t think they’ll use, piles of gold in a vault, which they split amongst their company, a lot of priceless jewelry that they also split, albeit unfairly. Primrose gets a necklace and two rings. Then they ask her what year is she from, and get her home. She appears a few feet away from where she was kidnapped, five minutes after she disappeared. She continues to the park, exhausted, even though it’s technically only morning.

o—o—o—o—O
Exposition—Rising Action—Climax—Falling Action—Resolution

Part 5, Resolution: Primrose goes to the park, makes it through the day, and gets an evening visitor, 134 words.

Primrose heads to the park and sits down on a bench. Her best friend, Katie, approaches her and somehow convinces her to join them in a game of tag. The rest of the day is kind of a blur, and she’s practically dead of her feet, eating ice cream with Katie as they walk home together. The sun starts to set and she enters her house, has dinner and returns to her room, preparing for a good night’s sleep. Of course, she is about to climb into bed when a time traveler appears in her bedroom. She recognizes him immediately, he did rescue her from her kidnappers, after all, but he’s… older. When she asks him, he agrees and tells her that they will have countless adventures together. But first he has a mission…

Weekly part 3:

Summary, 70 words.

Carli Fey’s father was involved in a time traveling agency, where he was their best agent. He was involved in a tragic ‘accident’ and Carli’s always known that when she turns 13 she will take his place. The first plotline is Carli’s story. The second one is from Maryellen’s POV, a strong-willed young woman in the 1850s who gets involved with the same agency, except years prior to Carli’s involvement.

Outline (plotline 1 in bold, plotline 2 is in italics), 463 words.
• Short prologue of Carli’s dad’s ‘accident’ with enough clues to make the reader wonder if it was a murder.
• Carli’s morning begins; she’s eating breakfast when an old guy appears in her kitchen.
• Maryellen’s normal morning begins. She heads out of the house to go for a walk, gets into an argument about woman’s rights when she offers her opinion on something. She returns home to find a lady in her living room, who tells her she overheard the argument, and offers to let her join a time traveling agency and make a difference in other time zones, promising it gets better for women in the future. Maryellen accepts.
• Carli meets her time traveling mentor and goes on her first mission, which she fails.
• Maryellen is assigned a mentor and a partner as part of an experimental partners program the agency is trying out. She and her partner (Carli’s dad) go on their first mission, which is a major success.
• Carli laments about her training sessions, and does some poking around. She finds out her mentor has something to hide, but can’t find anything else about her, so she starts asking questions, which lead her to believe her dad was murdered.
• Talks to her partner about their training, them gets attacked when she finds a symbol carved into the ground. She evades the attack but then starts receiving recruitment notes.
• Investigates—too much. She finds her father’s killer and walks right into a trap. He tells her everything (showboating) and then traps her in a cave and leaves her to die. She finds a small crystal—too small to transport her–and writes a note, using the crystal to send the note into the past.
• The notes get more and more frequent. She gets one that is not like the others (Carli’s note) and tries to figure out what it means. It takes her a while but she finally figures out the meaning and goes to save Carli.
• Maryellen and Carli combine their knowledge and try to come up with a game plan. They realize that Carli’s mentor is actually Maryellen’s future self.
• They realize freeing ‘older Maryellen’, as they’ve begun calling her, is their best option. They free her and realize that ‘older Maryellen’ has no memories of this event, which is strange because she’s living it.
• They put their concerns aside and fight the battle with Carli’s father’s killers. ‘Young Maryellen’ is zapped, which explains the reason ‘older Maryellen’ doesn’t remember any of this. They win the fight and send ‘young Maryellen’ back to the 1850s.
• Carli on one last mission. Finally… a success
• Her many years later, she’s now upward of 25. Goes on another mission with her partner, who is killed (finally the whole unabridged version of his murder!)
Weekly part 4:
Final story, 768 words. (the tense and POV might be messed up I'm not used to writing in third-person present tense so I gave it a try here…
Prologue
Two figures made their way down a wet cobblestone path in the rain, whispering to each other. A man steps out from an ally in front of them and greets one of them warmly, ignoring the other.
“Well, if it isn’t Wolfe Fey!”
The man doesn’t answer, but nods in greeting.
“I take it you two are on a mission?” the man asks, finally acknowledging the other person, who doesn’t answer. The man turns back to Wolfe.
“Now Wolfy, you owe me something. I know you’ve been avoiding me, so I came to you. Why don’t you pay up… you know the cost if you don’t. Thunder drowns out Wolfe’s answer. The man grins, but it’s more of a cruel grin than a friendly one.
“Very well. Be on your way.”
The two of them hold crystals to the light, and a flash of lightning whites out the scene. A scream rips through the air.
Chapter 1
Carli’s alarm’s shrieks interrupt the serenity of the morning, probably startling the birds outside of her window. She jumps out of bed and crosses the room, smacking my alarm so hard it almost knocks the batteries out. She gets dressed in a green t-shirt with a white fern on it and a pair of tattered jeans. She takes the stairs three at a time and crashes into the kitchen. Grabbing a box of Life cereal and the milk jug, she makes herself breakfast. She’s halfway through when there’s a flash of light and an elderly man appears ten feet away. She drops the spoon.
“It’s about time you showed up!”
The man looked surprised. “You were expecting me?”
She nods.
“Yeah. After my father’s accident, I was told I’d be taking his place when I turned 13. And when an old guy shows up in my kitchen, I naturally assume you’re with the time travelers my dad worked for, sooooo…” She drags out the last word.
He gives her an amused smile. “You have spunk. I assume this means I don’t have to explain anything to you?”
“I’ll ask if I have questions,” she replies, “Now let me finish my breakfast and we’ll get going.” As an afterthought, she adds, “You want any?” he shakes his head. “Where I’m from I just had dinner.” “Cool,” she replies, thinking about how confusing it must be to be a time traveler. People got confused about time zones—with time travelers they could literally come from any time, any place, any time zone, and any time. She decides that it’s best not to think about it.
It takes her seven minutes to get ready to go. He pulls a necklace—called a nexus—from under his shirt. A crystal with electronic modifications sits in the center. He presses his thumb to it and holds it up to the light. A beam is of light sparks from the crystal. He offers her his hand and they step into the time stream.
“That was a surprisingly bumpy ride,” Carli tells the old guy. He refused to tell her his name, so she informed him he shall be called ‘old guy’. He, surprisingly, didn’t argue. “Time traveling is turbulent, and I assume it’s to stop people from slipping into it often,” He replies. They had just traveled from her kitchen to a windowless metal hallway. “Where are we, by the way?” He smirks at her. “I thought you knew everything about time travel?” She scowls. “I told you, when I have a question, I’ll ask it.” He replies, “We’re in the future. That’s why there’re no windows, so people—like you—from the past can’t see anything outside.” “Well that’s dumb.” Carli huffs. He shakes his head, exasperated. “It’s not dumb. When you’re older, you’ll understand. Right now, let’s go meet your mentor.”
He leads Carli down a few long hallways before they reach a lounge, of sorts. Chairs and decorations from all different eras clash and blend to a whole new style, meant to make time travelers feel more at home. A woman waits for them. She is tall and strikingly beautiful, with blonde hair tied back into intricate braid, full red lips, pale skin, and dark blue eyes.
“Carli, this is Belle, your mentor.”
Belle gives an emotionless nod. Carli inwardly groans. She does NOT look fun. More like a frozen statue. The old guy makes up some excuse about having to get back to his time zone and leaves. Belle sizes Carli up a moment longer before saying,
“Well. I suppose it’s time for your first mission. Let’s see what you can do.”

raya's directory
daily, march the fourth | 276 words

The fan-fi'ers are all sitting in a circle in the fanfiction cabin, writing in their notebooks and chatting amongst themselves. Then, Keefe strolls in.
“Skye, hey! What's going on?” he says fairly loudly to one of the girls at the head of the circle. There were two others, and he addressed them similarly. “Raya, Vee.” Some of the campers looked confused and start ab-libbing.
“Hey, Keefe,” chorused the three head girls. Skye turned to the campers. “My lovely fan-fi'ers, this is Keefe. And he'll be joining us today for an activity.”
The campers erupted into cheers, and Keefe waved excitedly.
“Why don't you take your place other there?” asked Vee, wearing a knight's helmet.
Keefe did.
“Now,” said the third girl, Raya, dressed in purple. “We-” she gestured from her to Vee and Skye, “wanted to give our cabin a chance to meet a book character. Our genre is fanfiction, after all!”
That earned some cheers from the campers, as well as some chants of “Fan-Fi for the win!”
Raya continued. “So we decided to bring Mr. Sencen in- to”
“Keefe.”
“Yep. Keefe,” she said. “We decided to bring Keefe in for a fun, relaxing day!”
“That's right!” said Skye. “Vee, you wanna tell everyone what our plan today is?”
“Yes!” said Vee enthusiastically. “Today we'll be having Keefe over for a SLEEPOVER!”
Many screamed (in fangirl), and some too shocked to respond with words. Keefe looked extremely pleased with this reaction, and he started messy-ing his hair with both hands, basking in the stares.
“All right, all right, calm down!” Raya said, being partly successful. “He's not THAT hot,” hiding her red face.
More screams.

Waterfall's March 4th daily:

437 words

Some background information: I'm using my character Bella, whom I recently wrote a short story about for the march (I think) second daily. She is an archaeology nerd and loves it. She won the annual national dig competition and loves dinosaurs. With that being said, this is her being put into our non-fi cabin, which is centered around archaeology.

Oh. My. God. It's even better than I'd imagined. The Non-Fi dig, I'm finally here! After hiking through the dig site, it's all worth it. I'm finally at the non-fi dig! I've dreamed of this moment forever! When I applied back in February, I was so surprised I got into this elite camp - and best of all, the non-fi cabin! They had a long wait list because everybody loves their new archaeology theme this year. I run up to the main camp site, where spacious tents are laid out and a nice fire is. Three girls run up to me. They all seem to be in a hurry, with all of their tools in hand. The first one holds out her hand while she pushes her hair out of her face.
“Hello, I'm Waterfall! And you must be…” She checks her list. “Ah, Bella! We're so excited to have you here. Say, didn't you win the national dig competition?”
“Oh yup, that's me!” I give her a thumbs up.
“Well we're honored to have you here. I'm Glow, by the way.” The last girl comes up the hill, panting.
“Right, and I'm Kora. We'd better get going, because we're hosting some adventurers on a field trip today. We think they found something, so we're going to dig it up!” Glow speaks again.
“We'll be back shortly - feel free to pick a tent and unpack your things! We'll have a more formal introduction later, but for now, welcome to Scratch Writing Camp!” They run off, and Waterfall calls back.
“Feel free to sit by the fire and introduce yourself to everyone!” I raise my arm to say goodbye. I see an empty tent, so I start walking down. Another girl walks by and introduces herself. (Note: this was the first non-fi-er I saw, so they're included in my daily. This is my imagination creating their personality, and is not negative, but if Poppy feels like she doesn't want this to be here, or somebody else objects, I can put someone else here. Also this isn't necessarily accurate.)
“Hi, I'm Poppy! Looks like we're going to be tent neighbors. I've gotta go get my typewriter set up, but I'll see you later, okay?”
“Alright, sounds good!” I unpack my stuff.

UNFINISHED BUT BEING SUBMITTED FOR DAILY.

Daily 4
291 words!

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“It's been a few days since SWC started - hope you got the chance to get to know your cabin and give Starr lots of cookies ;D Imagine a character (either one of your own creation, or from a story you like) in your cabin. Would they get along with your cabinmates, or would a messy mango fight ensue? How might their personality react in that environment? Write at least 250 words for 100 points, and share your writing for an extra 50 points.”

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Crud. Aryn was stuck, outside in the rain, late for a dynasty meeting. They didn’t mean to stay at the cafe for so long, but they had a long night ahead of them, and desperately needed coffee. Aryn /had/ to get there. They huffed, out of breath, as they hurried down the wet street. When they approached the dynasty, Aryn let out a sigh. Thank goodness they weren’t late. They pushed open the doors and were greeted by a pair of girls and a crow. “You’re just in time! Quick, get in!” One of them threw Aryn a mango, and they fumbled to catch it. “What’s this for?” They stared blankly at the fruit as they were escorted into the building. “The mango fight! It’s the tradition to start camp!” The girls grinned as the crow screeched six times, and right on cue, a mango smashed a window and landed at their feet. “Get ready…it’s begun.” Other campers streamed in from the separate sections of the building, and began pelting mangoes at the other groups, most seeming to aim for the horror and poetry buildings. Aryn fingered the mango in their hands, unsure where to begin. “But where should I aim for? Who should I…” They drifted off, realizing the girls and crow had disappeared. People were using fruit as ammunition! This wasn’t right. Aryn sighed, and began to search for an empty spot. The gaze of a couple stray campers followed them to their new spot. “Hmph.” Aryn huffed as they began to peel a mango. It’d be a waste to throw it at people. They’d stay here until the fight was over, and then finally leave. Aryn didn’t want to socialize with anybody who wasted a chance to eat.

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Author’s notes:

I decided to use a new character, Aryn, for this. They’re quite grumpy, and rely on coffee to keep them awake.

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◦°☆ Hello, I’m Dawn! <33 ☆°◦
They/her
Artist
Dystopian - SWC Mar. 2023
#DystopianFTW!!
“Shine bright like a diamond…”

341 words


“TO ARMS!”
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!!”
A stampede of people trample past one lone figure perched on a rock. The figure hold a dented sword in the air, directing the mob forward. Dust flies into the sky and tangles amongst the scent of smoke and freshly baked food.
The person nodded, satisfied. They had trained everyone well.
The crowd went on excitedly, hollering and swinging fake weapons at imaginary attackers… in the sky? Badly aimed arrows fell to the ground after mediocre shots were fired, and more than one person was seen to have stubbed their toe on a pile of bricks.
“What on earth is going on here?”
The stampede slowly stop their rampage and turn to look at the speaker. It's Leopard, leader of the Adventure Kingdom. She shook her head in a disappointed manner, but a hastily covered smile could be seen on her face. She turned to the figure on the rock.
“CD, what are you doing?”
CD climbed down bashfully and grinned. “Training.”
“For what?” Leopard replied exasperatedly.
“The Attack!” a member of the mob piped up. It's Sofi. She had dust and grime all over her body, but she looked thrilled.
“Yeah,” said Wordy, another citizen, “We need to be ready for when the dragons come back!”
Leopard shook her head. “Hate to break it to you guys, but I don't think CD's battle tactics would be… particularly effective.”
CD strode over, an offended look on their face. “How dare you? I am a certified battle-tactic… uh… military officer!” They nodded convincingly.
“You can't just make everyone stampede around the site and call it ‘training’!”
“I don't see why not,” CD replied, affronted. But they laughed and turned to the crowd. “Uh… session over?”
“ADVENTURE FOR THE WIN!” everyone chorused, including the Ruins' leaders, as people began to disperse. Leopard looked over to CD and smiled.
“You really couldn't help yourself, huh?”
CD laughed. “It was fun, okay?”
And they went on, walking through the ruins that were steadily beginning to resemble the kingdom Adventure had once been.

Daily 4 - March 4
Words: 308

The dust surrounding our camp spot was brushing against my eyes as I began to make my way back to base camp. I was greeted by my other fellow site managers, Kora and Waterfall, who had just discovered a new fossil sediment in a place not too far away.
“That’s nice to hear! We should combine troops and go there now”, I stated in a confident tone. We had been scavenging the area for only a couple days, but I was too eager for some interesting action. Overhearing our conversation, Poppy, one of the campers in Camp Carnotaurus decided to chime in, “Oh, yeah! I would love to find a new species potentially”
A smile spread across Waterfall’s face, “then it’s settled, let’s go!”
After making our quick and hasty decision to go into this unmarked territory, we rallied all the troops and lectured them on what we were going to do. We then packed up all the necessary equipment to scavenge as well as some resources like food and water just in case we had to camp the night. An hour passed, all twenty of us were on our way to unmarked territory. The journey was treacherous - although it was only 30 minutes away, we passed valleys and mountains and finally arrived at the prosperous location. Feeling accomplished and overjoyed, we all hurried over to where Kora and Waterfall had discovered the piece of sediment. On top of that, the area seemed pretty much deserted which would limit any distractions. Suddenly, we heard a loud fanfare noise – the Faux-tasians. They had found us. Somehow, they had also recruited the Boo-Fi troop as well. Led by Goose and Lio, the army of what looked like a combination of mythical folks as well as characters from Alice and Wonderland. A battle struck… one came out victorious.

~ To be Continued ~