emmy's journal - swc july '23

2 | story with five special words - daily (2nd)
3 | letter to end of camp me - daily check-in (3rd)
4 | illustrated fiction and literary fiction - weekly (3rd-9th)
5 | truth or dare - daily (3rd)

Story with Five Special Words - Daily (2nd)

Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Now, gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt to earn 200 points! Sharing the daily you wrote with those scrumptious vomited words will allow you to slurp up an extra 50 points.

Froggola
Ocean, treasure, cupcake, flip, flower

Word count: 163

"Hey Otto, you done making those cupcakes yet?“ Mallory's voice drifted in through the open door of the trailer.

”Almost!"

Otto hurriedly squeezed messy blobs of pink icing on the last few cupcakes and licked her hands. Grabbing the huge tray, she jumped into her flip flops and staggered out the door, slamming it behind her. Her tangled auburn hair swirled around her face like Medusa's snakes as she gazed out at the vast, deep blue ocean. It was so beautiful here, she wished she could stay here forever.

“Aah!” Mallory's yell was followed by a loud clatter, painful to the ears. Otto quickly turned her head to see Mallory sitting half-buried in the sand, holding a long metal pole, and surrounded by various metal objects.

“Mallory! Otto rushed over to the pile of mess. ”What on Earth are you doing?“

”Ugh,“ Mallory groaned and sat up, brushing the defiant sand out of her black hair. ”Why does it always have to be ME?"

To be continued…

Letter to End of Camp Me - Daily Check-in (3rd)

fluffyjujunicorn
Write a letter to end of camp you! Post it on my profile and I’ll send it back to you at the end of camp!

Hey there End Of Camp Me!

I am positive that you've had a BRILLIANT time here! Who wouldn't?
I seriously hope you've come to find that you enjoy writing, cuz if you have that as a hobby, then that's just great! Another pass-time, stress-reliever, and joy-bringer to add to your life. The community here is showing hints of new friendships, laughs and joy. I just can't wait to experience all of that! There's a whole 28 days left for me to experience all these things and flourish in my writing, I'm so excited! Hopefully you're leaving this camp with a refreshed feeling, looking forward to the next one! I'm sure it's been a worthwhile experience.

From Start Of Camp Me <3

Illustrated Fiction and Literary Fiction - Weekly (3rd-9th)

Part One:

For the first part of this weekly, we’ll be looking at silent comic strips (https://behance.net/gallery/580916/Silent-Comics) for inspiration. (If this website is blocked, go here (https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/870119119/) to find silent comic strips that have been uploaded to a scratch project). Browse through the comic strips and select either a whole comic or singular panel. Alternatively, you can visit https://www.onceuponapicture.co.uk/ and select an image (or multiple, if you want to somehow connect them together) (scratch-based version for onceuponapicture: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/764339470).

Examine your selected silent comic strip (panel) or images. What are the key details that are popping out to you? How are the frames connected? Pay close attention to your comic strip or image, and write 300 words on your literal interpretation of the events going on. You’ve got this!

Word count: 306

There is a woman with long brown hair with butterfly clips on top. She has shiny golden hoop earrings dangling from her ears and she is wearing a flowy dark red dress. She has a cage replacing her stomach area with thin black bars. Inside is a small blue bird with curly feathers at the tail. It also has purple and orange highlights along its body and a few small feathers poke out diagonally from its head. The same woman is then depicted as a woman in her middle-ages with a stripy green and black dress, wearing a white scarf around her head, which is also being used to carry a small, sleeping child. The bird is still inside the cage, but now its tail feathers are much bigger and more voluminous. The same woman is then shown as an old lady with oversized orange garments and a black scarf wrapped around her head. She is looking down at the blue bird, which is now much bigger and is sticking its head out of the cage, peering at the woman. The old woman then proceeds to venture up a hill in a desert area at a time that appears to be either dawn or dusk. She staggers along with a walking stick in her hand. There is a bright yellow glow coming from the horizon and just above is a pitch-black sky sprinkled with bold, bright stars. The now large bird climbs out onto the old woman's outstretched hand. Its body is illuminated by the sun, and the orange and purple highlights become much more evident. The woman lies down face forward on the sand, and peacefully passes away, as the bird floats up into the sky like smoke, shifting and expanding. The bird lets out a distant tune as it fades away into the sun.

Part Two:

The second part of the weekly covers symbolism, about which you can learn more about in Sprout's fantastic symbolism workshop! https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/550221272/

After finishing the workshop, pick a culturally significant dish and write a scene in which one character gives it to another character. Keep in mind that this dish should be significant in a way that emphasises their conversation. Write 400 words for this prompt, either as fanfiction or with your original characters. Have fun!

Food: 12 green grapes for good luck

Word count: 182

'Ugh, this man’s blocking my vie-’

‘Shh! It’s starting!’ Maddie whispered aggressively at me, cutting me short of my complaint. It was starting. Everyone had gone silent along the coast of the moonlit beach. This year’s firework show was going to be a good one. At least that’s what Maddie told me. I craned my neck, trying to see over the man in front of us. Eventually, I shoved Maddie to the side so I had a clear view of the boat the fireworks would be released from.

‘Oi, I can’t see!’ Maddie huffed impatiently and squished herself closer to me.

‘You shoosh now! I laughed. We could both see now, but it was rather uncomfortable.

Bang!

The first firework was a jarring red, exploding outwards in all directions. A couple of cheers could be heard around us, as people settled down for the show.

‘Happy new year Sophie!’ Maddie grinned and handed me twelve green grapes.

‘Happy new year!’ I smiled as I popped each grape one by one into my mouth. ‘I’m sure this year will be a good one!’

Truth or Dare - Daily (3rd)

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I dare you to write a 200 word story about a mango committing arson.

Word count: 359

One sunny afternoon, Mr Mango was walking down the street, wearing his stripy mismatched socks as usual. He had just finished work early, and was preparing to spend a relaxing rest of his day at home watching his favourite show, The Life of Mr Watermelon.

Just as he was about to open his neon yellow front gate, a bright red car caught his eye, speeding around a corner. He somehow recognised that car, with it's sparkly body and flashing headlights. Jogging over to the car for a closer look, two words could be read painted in big white letters:

Glitter bomb.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt and took a full U-turn back in the direction of Mr Mango's house. Confused but curious, Mr Mango watched as a window rolled down to reveal the well-known teenage prankster of the town: Pineapple Junior. He was wearing a huge pair of sunglasses and a mischievous grin was plastered across his prickly face.

“INCOMINGGG!” Pineapple Junior yelled, as he grabbed a sparkly ball from behind him. Before Mr Mango had even a split second to think, the ball was plummeting through the air, just missing the tip of Mr Mango's head.

“NOOO!” screeched Mr Mango, as the ball of glitter exploded in his front lawn. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Mr Mango had a habit of getting very angry, very easily. So heaps of glitter all over his precious front lawn was sure to trigger him.

“I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT YOU LITTLE SPIKE HEAD!” Mr Mango dashed inside his house, grabbed a large can of oil and a lighter, and stormed outside again.

“You'd better get out now or it'll be too late!” Without hesitation, Mr Mango began pouring the oil all over the shiny red car, an evil look blaring in his eyes. “This'll teach you!”

“What the heck are you doing?” Pineapple Junior shouted and jumped out of the car. “It was just a prank!”

Mr Mango completely ignored Pineapple Junior's protests, and proceeded to flick on his lighter. Cackling like an evil witch, he mercilessly threw the lighter onto the roof of the car, and stood back, watching.

To be continued…