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˗ˏˋ elly’s library ★ a personal writing thread
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hi!! i'm elly, and welcome to my personal writing thread ^^
i would appreciate it if you didn't post anything here, but feel free to look around <33
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☆ the contents ↷
scratch camps ★
storage
writing contest entries ★
gone but not forgotten
writer's block
for friendship
helpless
place in the dirt
uninspired
heart of gold
personal ★
roleplay storage
a christmas thriller
it's canon karen
long story short
other ★
oc storage
hi!! i'm elly, and welcome to my personal writing thread ^^
i would appreciate it if you didn't post anything here, but feel free to look around <33
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☆ the contents ↷
scratch camps ★
storage
writing contest entries ★
gone but not forgotten
writer's block
for friendship
helpless
place in the dirt
uninspired
heart of gold
personal ★
roleplay storage
a christmas thriller
it's canon karen
long story short
other ★
oc storage
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˗ˏˋ elly’s library ★ a personal writing thread
☆ elly’s april ‘25 wuc folder ↷
intro : hello! welcome! i’m elly, and this is my third writing camp on scratch and my fourth camp in general. feel free to browse and look around! i’m in the poetry cabin and i am hoping to bypass my word goal of 20K words. ^^
please do not post here. thank you. i accidentally lost the first daily whilst reshuffling but i assure you, i wrote it <3
dailies ↷
➥ day 1: n/a | 1204 words | n/a
➥ day 2: link | 413 words | 400 points
➥ day 3: link | 334 words | 300 points
➥ day 4: link | 360 words | 300 points
➥ day 6: link | 405 words | 400 points
➥ day 15: link | 403 words | 450 points
➥ day 11: link | words | points
➥ day 12: link | words | points
etc
weeklies ↷
➥ week 1: link | words | points
➥ week 2: link | words | points
➥ week 3: link | words | points
➥ week 4: link | words | points
other ↷(word wars and such)
word wars:
critiques:
other work:
as for any other things: i didnt share this stuff on forums <3
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useful links + miscellaneous :
➥ main cabin
➥ poetry cabin
➥ march ‘25 swc thread
6372/20,000 words added!
1000/1400 points for poetry added!
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˗ˏˋ elly’s library ★ a personal writing thread
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☆ daily 2 ↷
Enola sat down on the edge of her bed with a grumpy plonk, annoyed that she still hadn’t figured out where her mother was. All of this, for nothing! Tracking down Edith, the finishing school, having to befriend Tewkesbury. Enola paused for a second. Where /was/ Tewkesbury?
She hadn’t seen him in a week, which was unlike him. Usually he’d be hovering around somewhere, but he was admittedly more busy now that he was involved in politics or something about the reform blah blah. She stood up, pulling on her boots, and walked out of the building in search for the nincompoop on a sudden spurge of spontaneity.
Smiling to herself, Enola turned down the cobblestoned roads to the flower market, deftly pulling down a ‘MISSING’ poster of her as she went. Navigating the colourful stalls, she finally got to the one where Tewkesbury had worked at for a little while.
Aha! There he was. She prodded him on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and break off conversation with whoever he was talking to. He did, with a start and Enola grinned, satisfied, but the grin soon slipped off her face when she saw the person Tewkesbury was talking to.
“..Mother?” Enola’s brow furrowed, taking an uncertain step back. What was she supposed to do now? Hug her? Ask for questions? Scold Tewksbury for knowing she was here and /not running to tell Enola straight away?/
Tewksbury shrugged uneasily. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. I shouldn’t have let you go on a wild goose chase for someone I was working for, but I guess you’ve met your goal now.”
“Wait.. are you telling me you KNEW all along??” Enola groaned and dragged a hand down her face. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Tewksbury shared a look with Enola’s mum and they both turned back to Enola at the same time, trying to hear themselves out.
“Well-”
“It-”
“You first-”
Enola’s mother sighed. “I needed Tewksbury’s help to make sure that you were safe whilst going off to find me in London. I had to go, and I knew you would come after me. I couldn’t, and still can’t let you in on what I’m doing, so I couldn’t take you with me or leave you a lot of notes or anything. So, I filled Tewksbury in on the art of the flowers so he would be able to help you if you got stuck. We created a helpless marquee persona and I sent him your way.”
Ohhh. To Enola, it all made sense now.
☆ daily 2 ↷
prompt: ever watched a really good mystery? well today, you're going to be re-writing a good mystery whether its from a book you've read or a movie/tv show you've seen. if you haven't seen any mysteries, go ahead and write your own mystery with 400 words. this daily is worth 350 points plus an extra 50 for sharing proof!i did enola holmes because it was the first movie that came to mind lol (yes, i know it's also a book)
Enola sat down on the edge of her bed with a grumpy plonk, annoyed that she still hadn’t figured out where her mother was. All of this, for nothing! Tracking down Edith, the finishing school, having to befriend Tewkesbury. Enola paused for a second. Where /was/ Tewkesbury?
She hadn’t seen him in a week, which was unlike him. Usually he’d be hovering around somewhere, but he was admittedly more busy now that he was involved in politics or something about the reform blah blah. She stood up, pulling on her boots, and walked out of the building in search for the nincompoop on a sudden spurge of spontaneity.
Smiling to herself, Enola turned down the cobblestoned roads to the flower market, deftly pulling down a ‘MISSING’ poster of her as she went. Navigating the colourful stalls, she finally got to the one where Tewkesbury had worked at for a little while.
Aha! There he was. She prodded him on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and break off conversation with whoever he was talking to. He did, with a start and Enola grinned, satisfied, but the grin soon slipped off her face when she saw the person Tewkesbury was talking to.
“..Mother?” Enola’s brow furrowed, taking an uncertain step back. What was she supposed to do now? Hug her? Ask for questions? Scold Tewksbury for knowing she was here and /not running to tell Enola straight away?/
Tewksbury shrugged uneasily. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. I shouldn’t have let you go on a wild goose chase for someone I was working for, but I guess you’ve met your goal now.”
“Wait.. are you telling me you KNEW all along??” Enola groaned and dragged a hand down her face. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Tewksbury shared a look with Enola’s mum and they both turned back to Enola at the same time, trying to hear themselves out.
“Well-”
“It-”
“You first-”
Enola’s mother sighed. “I needed Tewksbury’s help to make sure that you were safe whilst going off to find me in London. I had to go, and I knew you would come after me. I couldn’t, and still can’t let you in on what I’m doing, so I couldn’t take you with me or leave you a lot of notes or anything. So, I filled Tewksbury in on the art of the flowers so he would be able to help you if you got stuck. We created a helpless marquee persona and I sent him your way.”
Ohhh. To Enola, it all made sense now.
Last edited by taylorsversion-- (June 28, 2025 16:01:45)
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˗ˏˋ elly’s library ★ a personal writing thread
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☆ daily 3 ↷
once upon a time there was a neat little rhyme about a house on a lane and a mouse with a cane. the mouse ate some cheese which was great then he sneezed so he sneezed himself into the sky- wow he didn’t know that he could fly. whilst soaring through the air, the mouse ruffled his hair and his cane flew out of his paw which was against the law. “oh no!” cried the mouse as he landed on the house he needed to get the cane but all he felt was pain.
he didn’t get the hype of shimmying down the pipe but he did that anyway because he felt like being heroic today. he bounded down the lane to get his special cane and slipped in through the door onto the smooth wooden floor. there he found his cane picked it up smiled and caught a plane- to anywhere, just not here, he broke the law, time to disappear!
except! earlier the cat laid on the mat and stared at the sky with a frown, to her big surprise, right before her eyes, a mouse was flying over town! she realised it was the mouse with the cane that lived down the lane except he had broken the law because there was nothing in his paw! she hurried to the police (a dog called noodle) and complained about the mouse to the poodle.
the poodle was shocked her neighbourhood had been rocked by a mouse with no cane flying down the lane. the poodle told the cat to stop sitting on the mat and go and find the mouse (who by then had left the house.) the cat grumbled “fine” and without a whine went to the house down the lane in search of the mouse with no cane.
of course, at this point the mouse was far away, enjoying his adventures on an aeroplane. oh- what’s that? a block of cheese? the mouse took a bite and was very pleased.
☆ daily 3 ↷
prompt: have you ever wondered what it would be like to speak in rhyme? today's daily you're going to be writing a story with as much rhyme as you can. for example, “cat ate some bats while sitting on a mat.” this daily is worth 250 points for writing around 300 words plus an extra 50 points for proof!
once upon a time there was a neat little rhyme about a house on a lane and a mouse with a cane. the mouse ate some cheese which was great then he sneezed so he sneezed himself into the sky- wow he didn’t know that he could fly. whilst soaring through the air, the mouse ruffled his hair and his cane flew out of his paw which was against the law. “oh no!” cried the mouse as he landed on the house he needed to get the cane but all he felt was pain.
he didn’t get the hype of shimmying down the pipe but he did that anyway because he felt like being heroic today. he bounded down the lane to get his special cane and slipped in through the door onto the smooth wooden floor. there he found his cane picked it up smiled and caught a plane- to anywhere, just not here, he broke the law, time to disappear!
except! earlier the cat laid on the mat and stared at the sky with a frown, to her big surprise, right before her eyes, a mouse was flying over town! she realised it was the mouse with the cane that lived down the lane except he had broken the law because there was nothing in his paw! she hurried to the police (a dog called noodle) and complained about the mouse to the poodle.
the poodle was shocked her neighbourhood had been rocked by a mouse with no cane flying down the lane. the poodle told the cat to stop sitting on the mat and go and find the mouse (who by then had left the house.) the cat grumbled “fine” and without a whine went to the house down the lane in search of the mouse with no cane.
of course, at this point the mouse was far away, enjoying his adventures on an aeroplane. oh- what’s that? a block of cheese? the mouse took a bite and was very pleased.
Last edited by taylorsversion-- (April 3, 2025 14:50:19)
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☆ daily 4 ↷
i silently watch as you wave, leave and don’t look back. sighing tiredly, i turn away. the fading sound of your boots crunching on the autumn leaves tells me i am left alone, like i always am, like i was yesterday and the day before and will be tomorrow. the distant laughter tells me that you’re with your other friends now, the more important ones, the ones that clutter up your schedule and don’t bore you with math facts. the animated talking tells me that you are having a better time with them than me.
so why do you keep hanging out with me? and- why do i keep hanging out with you? what is it about us, our rocky, almost not there relationship, that makes it so hard to leave behind? you don’t enjoy this as much as i do and as for me..
i stand up suddenly. judging by the weather, i can expect rain to come soon. i absent-mindedly make my way towards the coffee shop, thoughts somewhere else, thoughts always on you. no- why are my thoughts still centred on you? you don’t need it, and i don’t want it to be this way. i need a true friend, but isn’t that what you are? a.. friend? or a..
the jingling of a bell snaps me out of my whirlpool of thoughts and i look up, surprised. it seems like i have stormed into a café without meaning to, and a waitress looks up, startled. embarrassed, i duck my head and make a beeline to the counter. i’m always rushing, aren’t i? always rushing, like i rushed you.. startling, like how i startled you with my words.
the shop employee smiles faintly as i take my order, and as i take a seat in a plush leather armchair, rain pitter patters down cozily. i almost feel at ease- the rain came just like i thought it would- there’s something i can predict.
i’ve always been good at math and science- predictions and sums and being right. but there’s something i’ve never been able to figure out, and that’s the equation of you- the equation of us.
☆ daily 4 ↷
prompt: comment a made up book title and author and find someone else’s title to write a piece of that story with 300 words. it can be as made up or as real as you want it. this daily is worth 250 points plus an extra 50 for sharing proof!
title: the equation of us by anonymous
i silently watch as you wave, leave and don’t look back. sighing tiredly, i turn away. the fading sound of your boots crunching on the autumn leaves tells me i am left alone, like i always am, like i was yesterday and the day before and will be tomorrow. the distant laughter tells me that you’re with your other friends now, the more important ones, the ones that clutter up your schedule and don’t bore you with math facts. the animated talking tells me that you are having a better time with them than me.
so why do you keep hanging out with me? and- why do i keep hanging out with you? what is it about us, our rocky, almost not there relationship, that makes it so hard to leave behind? you don’t enjoy this as much as i do and as for me..
i stand up suddenly. judging by the weather, i can expect rain to come soon. i absent-mindedly make my way towards the coffee shop, thoughts somewhere else, thoughts always on you. no- why are my thoughts still centred on you? you don’t need it, and i don’t want it to be this way. i need a true friend, but isn’t that what you are? a.. friend? or a..
the jingling of a bell snaps me out of my whirlpool of thoughts and i look up, surprised. it seems like i have stormed into a café without meaning to, and a waitress looks up, startled. embarrassed, i duck my head and make a beeline to the counter. i’m always rushing, aren’t i? always rushing, like i rushed you.. startling, like how i startled you with my words.
the shop employee smiles faintly as i take my order, and as i take a seat in a plush leather armchair, rain pitter patters down cozily. i almost feel at ease- the rain came just like i thought it would- there’s something i can predict.
i’ve always been good at math and science- predictions and sums and being right. but there’s something i’ve never been able to figure out, and that’s the equation of you- the equation of us.
Last edited by taylorsversion-- (May 29, 2025 13:50:08)
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˗ˏˋ elly’s library ★ a personal writing thread
scratch camp storage ´ˎ˗
┊swc
⊳ march 2025 — camper in dystopian ✧ writing thread
⊳ july 2025 — camper in script ◓ writing thread
⊳ november 2025 — co-leader (mbc, point adder) in gothic ☾ writing thread
⊳ march 2026 — co-leader (point adder) in paranormal ♖ writing thread
⊳ july 2026 — co-leader (polar bear, mbc, point adder) in bi-fi ꩜ writing thread
┊wuc
⊳ april 2025 — camper in poetry ⚘ writing thread
⊳ october 2025 — leader (mbc) in mystery ✸ writing thread
⊳ april 2026 — camper in magreal ✦ main cabin
┊jwc
⊳ 2025 — camper in steampunk ⛯ writing thread
⊳ 2026 — camper in bi-fi ♣ main cabin
┊src
⊳ may 2025 — semi-active camper in poetry ✧ main cabin
⊳ september 2025 — camper in mystery ꩜ main cabin
┊ssc / let’s study hard!
⊳ may & june 2025 — co-leader in st catharine’s college ☆ main cabin
⊳ february 2026 — inactive camper in team spring ❀ main hub
⊳ april 2026 — inactive camper in team alkali metals ⬠ main hub
⊳ may 2026 — camper in team stars ✧ main hub
┊camp gwdfi
⊳ august 2025 — leader in spades ♠ main cabin
┊smc
⊳ april 2023 — inactive camper (not sorted?) ❀ main cabin
⊳ february 2026 — camper in classical ♬ main cabin
┊spc
⊳ august 2025 — semi-active camper in nature ✤ main cabin
⊳ april 2026 — camper in nature ⚘ main cabin
┊scc
⊳ february 2026 — camper in the mythical mango grove ☀︎ main cabin
┊sdc
⊳ february 2025 — inactive camper in colour ✏️ main cabin
⊳ august 2025 — semi-active camper in fun house ❂ main cabin
⊳ december 2025 — semi-active camper in west wing ❀ main cabin
┊sac
⊳ may 2026 — inactive camper in everything animals ✦ main cabin
┊ camp ethereal
⊳ may 2025 — cancelled ✩ main cabin
all camp pfps can be found inside this project
┊swc
⊳ march 2025 — camper in dystopian ✧ writing thread
⊳ july 2025 — camper in script ◓ writing thread
⊳ november 2025 — co-leader (mbc, point adder) in gothic ☾ writing thread
⊳ march 2026 — co-leader (point adder) in paranormal ♖ writing thread
⊳ july 2026 — co-leader (polar bear, mbc, point adder) in bi-fi ꩜ writing thread
┊wuc
⊳ april 2025 — camper in poetry ⚘ writing thread
⊳ october 2025 — leader (mbc) in mystery ✸ writing thread
⊳ april 2026 — camper in magreal ✦ main cabin
┊jwc
⊳ 2025 — camper in steampunk ⛯ writing thread
⊳ 2026 — camper in bi-fi ♣ main cabin
┊src
⊳ may 2025 — semi-active camper in poetry ✧ main cabin
⊳ september 2025 — camper in mystery ꩜ main cabin
┊ssc / let’s study hard!
⊳ may & june 2025 — co-leader in st catharine’s college ☆ main cabin
⊳ february 2026 — inactive camper in team spring ❀ main hub
⊳ april 2026 — inactive camper in team alkali metals ⬠ main hub
⊳ may 2026 — camper in team stars ✧ main hub
┊camp gwdfi
⊳ august 2025 — leader in spades ♠ main cabin
┊smc
⊳ april 2023 — inactive camper (not sorted?) ❀ main cabin
⊳ february 2026 — camper in classical ♬ main cabin
┊spc
⊳ august 2025 — semi-active camper in nature ✤ main cabin
⊳ april 2026 — camper in nature ⚘ main cabin
┊scc
⊳ february 2026 — camper in the mythical mango grove ☀︎ main cabin
┊sdc
⊳ february 2025 — inactive camper in colour ✏️ main cabin
⊳ august 2025 — semi-active camper in fun house ❂ main cabin
⊳ december 2025 — semi-active camper in west wing ❀ main cabin
┊sac
⊳ may 2026 — inactive camper in everything animals ✦ main cabin
┊ camp ethereal
⊳ may 2025 — cancelled ✩ main cabin
all camp pfps can be found inside this project
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prompt of the week {#1}
Lacey picked up the folded pieces of paper, gingerly tracing the looping letters that covered them. She sat down on the dusty attic carpet and unfolded the first letter, lingering her gaze on the words: “Dear Lacey…”
A single teardrop fell onto the letter. Lacey stared at the slightly smudged ink, lines and dots forming to make words, words that her mother wrote, words just for her.
❝ and there,, sitting in the rickety old wooden drawer, were letters. from her mom,, whom she had never known, to her. ❞ 200+ words !!
Lacey picked up the folded pieces of paper, gingerly tracing the looping letters that covered them. She sat down on the dusty attic carpet and unfolded the first letter, lingering her gaze on the words: “Dear Lacey…”
A single teardrop fell onto the letter. Lacey stared at the slightly smudged ink, lines and dots forming to make words, words that her mother wrote, words just for her.
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˗ˏˋ elly’s library ★ a personal writing thread
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☆ daily 15 ↷
My game will be called Lyric Box. There are lots of ways to play Lyric! For the first way to play, everyone needs a piece of paper and something to write with. There will be a deck of cards with famous lyrics written on them, but with a couple of mistakes. For each card drawn (that everyone gets to see) you write down the mistakes, whether it be wrong words, spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes et cetera. On the back of the card will be the answers. Sorry, I don't have any great ideas at the moment but I will try to ramble on lol. The second way is a list of words. You work through the list, naming song lyrics containing the words as fast as you can. I actually have no ideas so I will continue on with random things. This is a board game and a card game for all ages! The maximum amount of people that can play is fifteen (definitely not just spewing random numbers here for the sake of it) and it is enjoyable for everyone! The third way to play is that you have words on a slate next to a board with little piece that you can move up and down the board. It is like Snake and Ladders but instead of rolling the dice, you have to arrange the letters into a word or abbreviation (eg, computer or lol). You move forward the amount of letters in your word. If there are NO words to be able to be found, you pick up three more letters, and go one step backwards. I know this is sort of a mixture of Snakes and Ladders and Scrabble but I need to get these words down so-
You can play Lyric Box in so many different ways, like a mini tournament. The winner of the tournament gets the ultimate prize- bragging rights. The fourth way to play Lyric is Rhyme. On the cards with famous lyrics written on them - the correct side, that is - everyone, again, has a theme. You must replace four words in these lyrics to make them fit the theme. Then, you write the full lyric down on your paper and put them in the middle. Everyone anonymously votes for the best one; you can not vote for yourself. After 7 rounds, the person with the most votes is the winner for that mini game.
☆ daily 15 ↷
prompt: ☒ our first bi-daily!! w-o-r-d-l-e I'm sure we've all played wordle before. its time to become a new inventor, but this time you'll be creating a new word game. describe what this new word game is going to be called and how it is played. this daily is worth 400 points for writing 400 words plus an extra 50 points for sharing proof <3
authors note: xD this is such a bad idea <3
My game will be called Lyric Box. There are lots of ways to play Lyric! For the first way to play, everyone needs a piece of paper and something to write with. There will be a deck of cards with famous lyrics written on them, but with a couple of mistakes. For each card drawn (that everyone gets to see) you write down the mistakes, whether it be wrong words, spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes et cetera. On the back of the card will be the answers. Sorry, I don't have any great ideas at the moment but I will try to ramble on lol. The second way is a list of words. You work through the list, naming song lyrics containing the words as fast as you can. I actually have no ideas so I will continue on with random things. This is a board game and a card game for all ages! The maximum amount of people that can play is fifteen (definitely not just spewing random numbers here for the sake of it) and it is enjoyable for everyone! The third way to play is that you have words on a slate next to a board with little piece that you can move up and down the board. It is like Snake and Ladders but instead of rolling the dice, you have to arrange the letters into a word or abbreviation (eg, computer or lol). You move forward the amount of letters in your word. If there are NO words to be able to be found, you pick up three more letters, and go one step backwards. I know this is sort of a mixture of Snakes and Ladders and Scrabble but I need to get these words down so-
You can play Lyric Box in so many different ways, like a mini tournament. The winner of the tournament gets the ultimate prize- bragging rights. The fourth way to play Lyric is Rhyme. On the cards with famous lyrics written on them - the correct side, that is - everyone, again, has a theme. You must replace four words in these lyrics to make them fit the theme. Then, you write the full lyric down on your paper and put them in the middle. Everyone anonymously votes for the best one; you can not vote for yourself. After 7 rounds, the person with the most votes is the winner for that mini game.
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Elly’s GWDFI Camp Leadership Application
#1 Tell us a little bit about yourself!
Hi! I’m Elly and I use she/her pronouns. I am currently in BST! I love reading, writing and drawing. Some of my interests are musicals, greek mythology and playing piano. I am also a taurus, left-handed and occasionally spontaneous (in a sense that I sometimes work on random creative projects). :>
#2 How long have you been a GWDFIer?
I have been GWDFI-ing since last summer but have been more active in the past 9 months.
#3 What makes you a good choice?
I would be a good choice because I’m friendly, thoughtful, competitive and kind. Some strengths are that I’m organised and enthusiastic. On scratch, I’m a manager of a couple of studios so I have a little experience in planning studio activities. I’ve also co-led/am co-leading a cabin for SSC (Scratch Study Camp), so I’ve had some experience in cabin designing, writing, planning and leading. I have also participated in a few camps (SWC or SWC based) aside from SSC so I generally know how they work.
#4 Weaknesses?
I am a procrastinator sometimes, (okay, maybe more than sometimes) but I’m pretty sure I would be able to get everything ready before camp starts.
#5 How active do you plan to be in August of 2025?
I will be able to log on for at least 20 minutes daily, but it’s likely going to end up being more than that. Maybe 7.3/10 activity?
#6 Cabin Preferences
Ooh, leading diamonds or spades would be nice <3
#7 Anything Else?
You may be wondering why I supposedly made this post months ago, this is because I edited an old post that had barely anything in it because it makes my thread feel more organised lol
Thank you for reading!
Elly
PS Find the leader app project here
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Elly’s JWC Storage 2025
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16.01.25 ~ 226 words
⟢ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/8341294/
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⟢ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/8347190/
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dezzie┊195 words
dezzie is a pansexual 15 year old who goes by she/they. she is found siblings with allen and is half vampire! they are an extrovert and a little short for their age, which she can be touchy about!
she likes bubble tea, her pet bird and painting. she dislikes cake, bugs and being alone. her style in clothing is very muted, with lots of greys and browns, but also very scrappy- her look is not at all polished. her auburn hair is usually put up in two space buns, contrasting with their casual dark academia look.
they are one of the first characters i ever made for fun and actually started to develop a little bit, drawing dezzie and allen at events instead of socialising- (though they looked very different to how i would draw dezzie now; they were originally part-vampire, part-werewolf and part-bat.. so was allen, who was supposed to be her twin. um, well, i made a few interesting first impressions, that's for sure) and writing how they met each other percy-jackson-loses-his-memory-core. i think she was supposed to fall out with allen over vying attention for this girl but i forgot her name…
allen┊175 words
okay so this is the second oc i started properly developing. if you read the entry about dezzie you’ll find out a bit about allen too but basically allen is 15 years old, VERY SHORT, he/him and bisexual. found siblings with dezzie except he was actually the one who found her- there’s lore somewhere
he was originally going to be half vampire half bat like dezzie is but he’s developed into a preppy pixie because yes ✨✨ he lives in these very nice woods and he’s only usually written about if dezzie is there which i’m sorry about so maybe i’ll try to write about him more. he like cupcakes and nail polish and fluffy clouds. he hates love triangles and chocolate fountains (he doesn’t trust them for some strange reason) and loud, sudden noises.
i used to draw fanart of him and dezzie a lot too but i feel like i don’t know much about him which is sad even though HE’S MY OWN CHARACTER HELP also he has dark hair and pale skin
fia┊248 words
fia is a straight cis girl who is 17 years old. she’s average height for her age and has fiery red hair, hence her name fia (fiametta) (it means fire in italian or something) she wears uniform for the potion shop she works at, a light blue dungaree dress over a white t-shirt.
i originally created her for a webcomic but then realised i had like zero plot and the story was going nowhere for months (i remember writing about her in april 2025 for wuc or something except her name was lily .. that’s literally the only difference that’s happened since then- it’s july 2025 when i’m writing this, :,0 hello future me <33) oh and she has a cat she loves cats!
since she has like no personality to talk about (okay that was rude i wrote down her personality somewhere: bold, fiery (duh), protective, generous, something, insecure about whether people wanted her there or not) (she’s like a LOT of my ocs okay) (i need to learn how to use punctuation that isn’t brackets) (i need to learn how to use brackets) OKAY SORRY i’ll actually get back on track *cough cough*
her story is/was the potion shop she works at is illegal/being threatened to close down so she must go on this adventure to get a diamond to something, i don’t know! she is secretly a princess too i probably should’ve mentioned that earlier but her undercover life is so much more interesting bwahaha
onyx┊123 words
onyx is 15 and uses they/them. aromantic and asexual. they are average/tall and are a child of hades (riordanverse character) they have inherited the power of ghosts from their father can ‘phase’ through things, turn invisible and make things die with touch. however they’re actually really friendly and kind. they may seem unenthusiastic but that’s just their personality.
their clothing style is gothic and they have a few piercings. they love to read and do pottery. they don’t like decorating (unless it’s decorating pottery!) and socialising at big events (smaller ones are fine). i know it seems like i haven’t developed them that much but that’s because i use them for role play so i guess i just make it up as i go along.
roxi┊170 words
sooo. roxi is an interesting oc because i have many different types of her, she is mainly she/her bisexual 14 or 16 with dark hair, tips dyed either red or blue. her full name is roxienne skylar. i could either go on about her for a page or just write one sentence :sob: i’ll just try and cover everything
she’s either the oldest or youngest of many, depends which type you find. if she’s the oldest, she’s fiercely protective, if she’s the youngest, she’s trying to prove herself. she’s an archer in camp half blood (i use her for role plays) and loves climbing trees and pottery (she inspired onyx a little bit) she’s kind and fearless but has insecurities on the inside. she loves feeding but not drawing i think, but she doesn’t mind painting because, well, pottery!! she has slightly mismatched eye colours and wears mismatched earrings, too. i use her for kotlc and the hunger games roleplays too, but not as much. she can also throw knives
leni┊203 words
leni isn’t really a character i’ve put down on paper yet. so this is the first official leni thingy, yay. leni is a river nymph that goes by she/her. she has long black hair and brown skin, she is great at swimming and forest foraging and she is really kind, calm and friendly. she wears silky blue dresses
she knows how to use magic but she’s terrible at it and prefers baking, especially making icing and icing cakes. she’s becoming famous for her food and villagers/toads from far and wide come to taste her cakes. by toads i mean mario kart toads, the cute ones (the original ones are still cute, though) she has lots of siblings and a big family. she’s a middle sibling on the older side and she’s the best fisher in her family. she’s very competitive, specially when it comes to board games!
i don’t know when i’ll ever use leni for art or writing (though i need some ocs so i can practice art) (but i can’t exactly picture her in my head like i can with other ocs of mine) i’d also like to add that she’s 22 so relatively older than most of my other ocs
grace┊106 words
oh my gosh at this point of writing i’ve written thousands of words on this girl and i don’t know whether i want to never write about her again, just scrap this entirely, or write thousands more of words (the last would be great for my word count, to be honest) grace is a fourteen year old pansexual girl (but she doesn’t know she’s pan yet) she has dark hair, styled like gracie abrams, but a bit longer
at this point i could honestly link my character descriptions for her that i’ve already done so uh yeah i think ill do that, click this link here
sara┊176 words
oh sara sara sara sara. i love her so much, she’s possibly my most developed and favourite oc that i've made for SWC dailies and stuff. so naturally, i already have stories including her, but some backstory for her side charactering grace, she became best friends with her after she fell out with jiya. you can read about her history with jiya here and you can read about how she was mistreated again by grace here
sara is fourteen, has brown hair and hazel eyes. she’s really sweet and learns to love herself through, well through whatever, however, she’s quiet and gets bullied for this. aaaaah #sarasuperiority oof sorry it feels like these entries are getting shorter and shorter :,)) it’s just because i already know so much about sara i don’t feel i need a refresher. unless of course i’m showing this to someone else, did i warn you about chaos before passing on the link? </3 sara’s shy but kind and friendly when you get to know her. you can see more of her thought process in the one linked with jiya!
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dezzie┊195 words
dezzie is a pansexual 15 year old who goes by she/they. she is found siblings with allen and is half vampire! they are an extrovert and a little short for their age, which she can be touchy about!
she likes bubble tea, her pet bird and painting. she dislikes cake, bugs and being alone. her style in clothing is very muted, with lots of greys and browns, but also very scrappy- her look is not at all polished. her auburn hair is usually put up in two space buns, contrasting with their casual dark academia look.
they are one of the first characters i ever made for fun and actually started to develop a little bit, drawing dezzie and allen at events instead of socialising- (though they looked very different to how i would draw dezzie now; they were originally part-vampire, part-werewolf and part-bat.. so was allen, who was supposed to be her twin. um, well, i made a few interesting first impressions, that's for sure) and writing how they met each other percy-jackson-loses-his-memory-core. i think she was supposed to fall out with allen over vying attention for this girl but i forgot her name…
allen┊175 words
okay so this is the second oc i started properly developing. if you read the entry about dezzie you’ll find out a bit about allen too but basically allen is 15 years old, VERY SHORT, he/him and bisexual. found siblings with dezzie except he was actually the one who found her- there’s lore somewhere
he was originally going to be half vampire half bat like dezzie is but he’s developed into a preppy pixie because yes ✨✨ he lives in these very nice woods and he’s only usually written about if dezzie is there which i’m sorry about so maybe i’ll try to write about him more. he like cupcakes and nail polish and fluffy clouds. he hates love triangles and chocolate fountains (he doesn’t trust them for some strange reason) and loud, sudden noises.
i used to draw fanart of him and dezzie a lot too but i feel like i don’t know much about him which is sad even though HE’S MY OWN CHARACTER HELP also he has dark hair and pale skin
fia┊248 words
fia is a straight cis girl who is 17 years old. she’s average height for her age and has fiery red hair, hence her name fia (fiametta) (it means fire in italian or something) she wears uniform for the potion shop she works at, a light blue dungaree dress over a white t-shirt.
i originally created her for a webcomic but then realised i had like zero plot and the story was going nowhere for months (i remember writing about her in april 2025 for wuc or something except her name was lily .. that’s literally the only difference that’s happened since then- it’s july 2025 when i’m writing this, :,0 hello future me <33) oh and she has a cat she loves cats!
since she has like no personality to talk about (okay that was rude i wrote down her personality somewhere: bold, fiery (duh), protective, generous, something, insecure about whether people wanted her there or not) (she’s like a LOT of my ocs okay) (i need to learn how to use punctuation that isn’t brackets) (i need to learn how to use brackets) OKAY SORRY i’ll actually get back on track *cough cough*
her story is/was the potion shop she works at is illegal/being threatened to close down so she must go on this adventure to get a diamond to something, i don’t know! she is secretly a princess too i probably should’ve mentioned that earlier but her undercover life is so much more interesting bwahaha
onyx┊123 words
onyx is 15 and uses they/them. aromantic and asexual. they are average/tall and are a child of hades (riordanverse character) they have inherited the power of ghosts from their father can ‘phase’ through things, turn invisible and make things die with touch. however they’re actually really friendly and kind. they may seem unenthusiastic but that’s just their personality.
their clothing style is gothic and they have a few piercings. they love to read and do pottery. they don’t like decorating (unless it’s decorating pottery!) and socialising at big events (smaller ones are fine). i know it seems like i haven’t developed them that much but that’s because i use them for role play so i guess i just make it up as i go along.
roxi┊170 words
sooo. roxi is an interesting oc because i have many different types of her, she is mainly she/her bisexual 14 or 16 with dark hair, tips dyed either red or blue. her full name is roxienne skylar. i could either go on about her for a page or just write one sentence :sob: i’ll just try and cover everything
she’s either the oldest or youngest of many, depends which type you find. if she’s the oldest, she’s fiercely protective, if she’s the youngest, she’s trying to prove herself. she’s an archer in camp half blood (i use her for role plays) and loves climbing trees and pottery (she inspired onyx a little bit) she’s kind and fearless but has insecurities on the inside. she loves feeding but not drawing i think, but she doesn’t mind painting because, well, pottery!! she has slightly mismatched eye colours and wears mismatched earrings, too. i use her for kotlc and the hunger games roleplays too, but not as much. she can also throw knives
leni┊203 words
leni isn’t really a character i’ve put down on paper yet. so this is the first official leni thingy, yay. leni is a river nymph that goes by she/her. she has long black hair and brown skin, she is great at swimming and forest foraging and she is really kind, calm and friendly. she wears silky blue dresses
she knows how to use magic but she’s terrible at it and prefers baking, especially making icing and icing cakes. she’s becoming famous for her food and villagers/toads from far and wide come to taste her cakes. by toads i mean mario kart toads, the cute ones (the original ones are still cute, though) she has lots of siblings and a big family. she’s a middle sibling on the older side and she’s the best fisher in her family. she’s very competitive, specially when it comes to board games!
i don’t know when i’ll ever use leni for art or writing (though i need some ocs so i can practice art) (but i can’t exactly picture her in my head like i can with other ocs of mine) i’d also like to add that she’s 22 so relatively older than most of my other ocs
grace┊106 words
oh my gosh at this point of writing i’ve written thousands of words on this girl and i don’t know whether i want to never write about her again, just scrap this entirely, or write thousands more of words (the last would be great for my word count, to be honest) grace is a fourteen year old pansexual girl (but she doesn’t know she’s pan yet) she has dark hair, styled like gracie abrams, but a bit longer
at this point i could honestly link my character descriptions for her that i’ve already done so uh yeah i think ill do that, click this link here
sara┊176 words
oh sara sara sara sara. i love her so much, she’s possibly my most developed and favourite oc that i've made for SWC dailies and stuff. so naturally, i already have stories including her, but some backstory for her side charactering grace, she became best friends with her after she fell out with jiya. you can read about her history with jiya here and you can read about how she was mistreated again by grace here
sara is fourteen, has brown hair and hazel eyes. she’s really sweet and learns to love herself through, well through whatever, however, she’s quiet and gets bullied for this. aaaaah #sarasuperiority oof sorry it feels like these entries are getting shorter and shorter :,)) it’s just because i already know so much about sara i don’t feel i need a refresher. unless of course i’m showing this to someone else, did i warn you about chaos before passing on the link? </3 sara’s shy but kind and friendly when you get to know her. you can see more of her thought process in the one linked with jiya!
updated version
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For Friendship ⟢ 671 words
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It's getting late and I rummage through my bookshelf, skimming through the spines to find the textbook I need. Sighing, I stick my arm through to the back, dipping nails into the dust. Maybe it's here? My fingertips brush a spiral binding of a notebook and I pull it out, curious. I realise, with a sudden fondness, that it's my old diary- from middle school. I smile at the stickers spelling out SARA
and decide my assignments can wait. Flicking it open to a page, any page, I sit down on the edge of my bed and read, re-living the memories. I turn to the next page, then hesitate.
September 1st, three years ago. It was the first day back to school and I was stalling at the school gates, looking around for someone I could walk in with. “Hi,” said my only friend Jiya, walking up to me. I smiled, glad to see her. She paused a few metres away from me, drink in hand, fiddling with her nails. I remember tilting my head, knowing something was wrong as she opened her mouth to ask me a question. “Sara, do you remember how we first met?” To that, I nodded.
Our friendship started in Spanish class. Laughing at the teacher's accent, struggling through verbs, whispering through presentations. Notes we would leave each other on our desks, scratches of pen still remaining, tests we undertook in silent laughter. The walk to the next lesson, the parting of corridors, the ringing of the bell.
Our friendship grew in Art class. Smudging charcoal, studying expressions, carrying projects home. The late night calls and sketching stressing, the hanging out after school. I didn’t know it then, but our friendship would strain at the school entrance, Jiya sipping her smoothie as I watched her walk away, stunned. That’s when the second-guessing began. Jiya’s not oversensitive: Did I text something wrong? Jiya has other friends: Did she ever like me? Jiya wouldn’t put the fault on me: Does she think I’m below her?
A familiar ache grows in my stomach as I notice the tear splatters on the diary page. The repetitive scrawling. ‘Too quiet.’ ‘Too studious.’ ‘Too outdated.’ The list on how to improve. ‘Different clothes.’ ‘Different interests.’ ‘Different personality.’ Back then, all I wanted to do was be better, be popular, be well-liked. I changed myself so much I didn’t really know who I was anymore. The sleepovers, gossiping and dating made my shield become a mask as I wasted money on coffees I threw in the bin, wasted energy trying to prove myself to Jiya, wasted a year on fake nails and fake laughs and fake friends just for it to all come crashing down.
I still hear those words echoing in the lunch hall.
The glare and the grin.
The laughter infecting my thoughts.
The sound of my trainers on the ground as I ran away.
The smudged mascara as I stared into the mirror, horrified.
I still remember the panic.
Who had I become? I’d jumped in so deep it’d be easier to drown than swim out.
Who was I before? The old me is the real me but also the new me.
Who was I to care what they thought? It’s not them who mattered, it was Jiya.
My happiness, or the latest trend?
My future, or skipping school?
My life, or their choices?
That was when I knew it was time to let go of a friendship I’d treasured for so long. People grow. People change. Some stay the same. I tried my best, and it wasn’t enough to keep my friend. It may never be, and that’s alright. Now that I think about it, I ended up dropping Spanish- and Art.
If I had anything I could say to my past self, I’d tell her that good things will be waiting for you, right around the corner. The best direction to look is forward, and friendships will be made because you’re worth it, just the way you are.
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Thank you to Chocolate for critiquing <33
Author's Note
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It's getting late and I rummage through my bookshelf, skimming through the spines to find the textbook I need. Sighing, I stick my arm through to the back, dipping nails into the dust. Maybe it's here? My fingertips brush a spiral binding of a notebook and I pull it out, curious. I realise, with a sudden fondness, that it's my old diary- from middle school. I smile at the stickers spelling out SARA
and decide my assignments can wait. Flicking it open to a page, any page, I sit down on the edge of my bed and read, re-living the memories. I turn to the next page, then hesitate. September 1st, three years ago. It was the first day back to school and I was stalling at the school gates, looking around for someone I could walk in with. “Hi,” said my only friend Jiya, walking up to me. I smiled, glad to see her. She paused a few metres away from me, drink in hand, fiddling with her nails. I remember tilting my head, knowing something was wrong as she opened her mouth to ask me a question. “Sara, do you remember how we first met?” To that, I nodded.
Our friendship started in Spanish class. Laughing at the teacher's accent, struggling through verbs, whispering through presentations. Notes we would leave each other on our desks, scratches of pen still remaining, tests we undertook in silent laughter. The walk to the next lesson, the parting of corridors, the ringing of the bell.
Our friendship grew in Art class. Smudging charcoal, studying expressions, carrying projects home. The late night calls and sketching stressing, the hanging out after school. I didn’t know it then, but our friendship would strain at the school entrance, Jiya sipping her smoothie as I watched her walk away, stunned. That’s when the second-guessing began. Jiya’s not oversensitive: Did I text something wrong? Jiya has other friends: Did she ever like me? Jiya wouldn’t put the fault on me: Does she think I’m below her?
A familiar ache grows in my stomach as I notice the tear splatters on the diary page. The repetitive scrawling. ‘Too quiet.’ ‘Too studious.’ ‘Too outdated.’ The list on how to improve. ‘Different clothes.’ ‘Different interests.’ ‘Different personality.’ Back then, all I wanted to do was be better, be popular, be well-liked. I changed myself so much I didn’t really know who I was anymore. The sleepovers, gossiping and dating made my shield become a mask as I wasted money on coffees I threw in the bin, wasted energy trying to prove myself to Jiya, wasted a year on fake nails and fake laughs and fake friends just for it to all come crashing down.
I still hear those words echoing in the lunch hall.
The glare and the grin.
The laughter infecting my thoughts.
The sound of my trainers on the ground as I ran away.
The smudged mascara as I stared into the mirror, horrified.
I still remember the panic.
Who had I become? I’d jumped in so deep it’d be easier to drown than swim out.
Who was I before? The old me is the real me but also the new me.
Who was I to care what they thought? It’s not them who mattered, it was Jiya.
My happiness, or the latest trend?
My future, or skipping school?
My life, or their choices?
That was when I knew it was time to let go of a friendship I’d treasured for so long. People grow. People change. Some stay the same. I tried my best, and it wasn’t enough to keep my friend. It may never be, and that’s alright. Now that I think about it, I ended up dropping Spanish- and Art.
If I had anything I could say to my past self, I’d tell her that good things will be waiting for you, right around the corner. The best direction to look is forward, and friendships will be made because you’re worth it, just the way you are.
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Thank you to Chocolate for critiquing <33
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Helpless ⟡ A High-School Hamilton AU
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I gently push open the door to the party, pausing to take in the terrible music and overlapping chatter. My stomach turns with excitement as my older sister Angelica dances her way in, dark glossy hair shining as she makes a beeline for her friends. Following Angelica’s lead, I step inside timidly, taking a look around. Peggy dithers outside.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she explains, wringing her hands nervously. “Dad said we have to be home soon.”
I roll my eyes. “Then go home. This will be fun, trust me.”
Peggy screws her face up and reluctantly takes my hand as I drag her inside, smiling along to something Aaron is saying. We’re just about to join Angelica and her group of friends when a cold wind breezes past and I leave Peggy, heading for the wide open door. Grabbing the cold handle, I start to push it closed when a hand stops me from the other side. “Oops, sorry!” I stutter, taking a step back. John shuffles through the doorway, raising his eyebrows at me in greeting, but it’s the person who’s beside him that catches my eye. My heart thumps.
Dark hair, mischievous eyes and a knowledgeable smile are flashed at me as the boy shuts the door, heading towards the kitchen with John. I stare after him, cheeks colouring. Who was that? Only one stolen glance shared between us both, and I’m itching to find out more.
Head pounding, my feet take me to where Angelica is getting a drink. I grab her shoulder. “Angie, there’s this- do you know- could you help me introduce myself to that boy?” I nudge my head in his general direction. She shakes her head with a shrug at first, but suddenly nods when she catches sight of him. “Okay,” she grins, a bit too eagerly for my liking, and makes her way across the room to the boy.
I lean against the wall, cup in hand, as I try to discreetly watch my sister chat up John and his friend. The sight of her hand on his arm makes me nervous, because there’s my sister, smiling. With the boy. But then he looks back at me, and suddenly, I’m helpless. My heart flutters then I am rendered breathless because those eyes; what is probably just a second of eye contact feels like a hundred years. It feels like I have been waiting for this boy all my life and he has been waiting for me. It feels like I can do anything and be anyone, as long as he is by my side. I’m drowning in his gaze and when he focuses his attention back on Angelica, I know his gaze is still lingering, lingering on me.
Peggy winks at me from across the room. “You have a cruuuush!” she mouths. I raise my eyebrows, but don’t deny it, a warm feeling tickling inside.
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Suddenly, he’s right there, Angelica gone, all crooked grins and friendly head tilts. I stand up straighter, a little self-conscious. “Hi,” I blurt out, daring a shy smile. “I’m Eliza- Eliza Schuyler. Angelica’s sister. Nice to meet you!” I add the last part on in a rush, because it feels way more than nice to meet him, but I can’t say that. He nods wickedly. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Alexander. But you, you can call me Alex.”
So then we chat and chat about nothing and everything, anyone and anyplace, and I feel like I’m floating with happiness. After this, it’s only the sky that’s the limit. And then there’s this moment. This second frozen into my memory where I go on this nonsensical rant, and pause to look up, just to catch him gazing at me fondly, listening. Actually listening, taking my opinion seriously, agreeing, backing me up.
Eventually, the night comes to a close, but there’s still so many things I want to say to Alex. So many things I can’t. So phone numbers are exchanged, and soon enough, we’re together. Messaging everyday, introducing each other to family, love notes upon notes upon notes. Blu-tacked to the wall. Slipped inside my locker. Placed in my hand as I walk through the school corridors. I secretly save them all, re-reading them to myself on my saddest days. His words flood my senses, engulfing me in the satisfaction that he is mine. Before we know it, we’re hopelessly in love, years have passed and memories have been made.
But the real story starts the day I get home from summer vacation.
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My flip-flops slap on the tarmac as I jump out of the car, hauling my bags with me. I’m smiling; the lake and the park and the garden were all so lovely, but the main thing I’m looking forward to is seeing Alex’s face again, in person. Angelica follows my lead and we barely have time to flop onto the couch when it’s time to go to the student council assembly to see who’s getting promoted.
When we arrive, I can’t sit still in my seat, because right there, a few rows ahead of me, is an all too familiar face, laughing at something Gilbert is saying. I’ve been absolutely bursting to return back home and fall into Alex’s arms, but when his eyes meet mine, his rips his gaze away.
My insides turn cold. That was an accident, right? Surely he noticed me. My fingers fumble with my phone as I go to my messages, clicking on Alex ♥︎ ♥︎. I type out a few words and press send, seeing the back of his head tilt down as he reads the message.
Me: HII I’m back @ the ceremony. I can see you
Alex ♥︎ ♥︎: Hi Eliza
Is it just me or is he being colder than usual? Was this because he feels bad for turning down my invitation for the trip? Or is it something else entirely?
I show my phone screen to Angelica, who frowns. She’s about to open her mouth and say something, but the assembly starts, and I face the front, head in a daze. The promotion is read out.
It goes to Alexander.
I watch emptily as he bounds on the stage, thanking the professor with an ever-so-charming grin. He steps up on the podium to say his speech, and it’s only then does he finally, finally, force his eyes to meet mine.
“I’d like to thank everyone who made this possible,” Alex starts, “Eliza, John, Hercules, Gilbert, heck, even Aaron. I promise to try my absolute best to make this council perfect.” He pauses, eyes darting away this time. “I just want you to know this: Not everyone is perfect. We all make mistakes, just like how I made a huge mistake this summer, and I only hope that you all can forgive me.” He looks down. “One person especially.”
I can’t breathe as he faces back up, taking in a deep breath. “I cheated on my girlfriend, and I’m not proud of it. In fact, I’m immensely sorry. I don’t know if I can ever fix what I’ve done or if I can ever make up for it, but I will try my hardest. I will prove myself to you, like how I will prove myself to the council.”
I tune out the rest of his speech and freeze, gripping my phone tightly. He. Did. That? I’m stunned that he told me this way- in front of the whole school with no explanation, just a ‘sorry’. Disregarded me as a person and put misdemeanours into words. Obsessed with perception, flying past the fact that he cheated on me. He CHEATED on me. HE CHEATED ON ME.
“Sorry, I can’t-“ My mind whirls as I abruptly stand up, push through the aisle and race outside, Angelica in my wake. I cannot bear to think about him. How dare YOU? You, You, You. Digging my hand into my jacket’s many pockets, I fish out the salvaged love notes, trembling. With shaky hands, I start to tear them to pieces.
Rip. Palaces of paragraphs now fragments of fragility.
Rip. Castles and cathedrals now demolished and dead.
Rip. I scan the letters for signs. Signs I was always his.
There may have been some, but they’re illegible now, fluttering through the wind.
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Angelica consoles me as I wipe my eyes, shuddering as I step through the door.
“I’m sorry, love,” she whispers. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” I shake my head. Angelica doesn’t have to be sorry. If anyone, it should be me. I’m sorry I ever trusted him. I’m sorry we fell in love. My phone buzzes as we settle at the table, and I reach for it, but Angelica stops me. “He doesn’t deserve a second of your time.” she sniffs, but reads the message anyway. Then she pales. Her mouth falls open.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
“It’s Peggy! She’s in the hospital.” My sister shoots back urgently.
“What the- Quick. We have to go.” I stumble out of my chair, worrying worrying worrying.
Forget Alexander. It is always, always family first.
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When we burst into the hospital room, I am taken to a few surprises.
1 - Alexander is there.
2 - Maria is there.
3 - Alexander is there with Maria.
As soon as they hear the door slam open, they jump and stand up. Maria? So it was Maria that brought Alexander to throw away years of love?? Never mind that, why are they even here? My sister is hospitalised and they want to sort out this out now?
Maria approaches me first, looking genuinely sorry. She mouths a few words mutely, unsure how to start. “Eliza, can I talk to you outside?” she whispers. I nod silently, following her into the gloomy corridor. Maria stares at her hands. “Look, I know nothing I say will make up for what happened. I didn’t know you were with Alexander. If I did, I wouldn’t have gone up to him and-”
“We don’t need the details.” I interrupt cuttingly. “Get to the point.”
Maria stares up at me beseechingly. “Eliza, kissing Alexander made me realise something. I- I- I don’t like boys in the way I thought I do. I think, I think I may be attracted to women.”
Whatever insult I was preparing myself to launch fizzles in my stomach.
“See? I’m not out to get your man.” She tells me, smiling bitterly.
I sigh, relieved. She sighs too. “What a mess we are,” she remarks, and turns to leave, but I catch her arm.
“Thank you for telling me,” I pull her in for a hug. “I’m sorry I was so harsh.” She was right. This is a mess, but it’s not up to her to fix it.
I quietly open the door to finally see my sister, only to draw short when he is still there, sitting in the chair next to the bed.
“Eliza, I-”
“Get lost.”
“Can you please just hear me out?”
I fold my arms. “No. Get. Out.”
Alexander, as stubborn as ever, lingers next to me as he heads for the exit.
“Eliza, I wish I could fix things. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to make you happy. And I failed even that.” His voice cracks a little and I lower my guard, facing his direction. “Look, if I could swap places with Peggy and have her standing right next to you instead, I would. I can’t change what’s happened, but just let me stay here by your side. I know you, Elizabeth Schuyler, and I’m not afraid to risk anything and everything for you.”
I pause, and look into those eyes, those brilliant, beautiful eyes.
“It’s too soon. I need some time.”
He stays absolutely still. “Then I’ll give you all of my time, even if I’m running out, for it to be enough.”
Oh, Alexander Hamilton. You swoon-worthy, heartbreaking, devastating angel.
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Author's Note
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I gently push open the door to the party, pausing to take in the terrible music and overlapping chatter. My stomach turns with excitement as my older sister Angelica dances her way in, dark glossy hair shining as she makes a beeline for her friends. Following Angelica’s lead, I step inside timidly, taking a look around. Peggy dithers outside.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she explains, wringing her hands nervously. “Dad said we have to be home soon.”
I roll my eyes. “Then go home. This will be fun, trust me.”
Peggy screws her face up and reluctantly takes my hand as I drag her inside, smiling along to something Aaron is saying. We’re just about to join Angelica and her group of friends when a cold wind breezes past and I leave Peggy, heading for the wide open door. Grabbing the cold handle, I start to push it closed when a hand stops me from the other side. “Oops, sorry!” I stutter, taking a step back. John shuffles through the doorway, raising his eyebrows at me in greeting, but it’s the person who’s beside him that catches my eye. My heart thumps.
Dark hair, mischievous eyes and a knowledgeable smile are flashed at me as the boy shuts the door, heading towards the kitchen with John. I stare after him, cheeks colouring. Who was that? Only one stolen glance shared between us both, and I’m itching to find out more.
Head pounding, my feet take me to where Angelica is getting a drink. I grab her shoulder. “Angie, there’s this- do you know- could you help me introduce myself to that boy?” I nudge my head in his general direction. She shakes her head with a shrug at first, but suddenly nods when she catches sight of him. “Okay,” she grins, a bit too eagerly for my liking, and makes her way across the room to the boy.
I lean against the wall, cup in hand, as I try to discreetly watch my sister chat up John and his friend. The sight of her hand on his arm makes me nervous, because there’s my sister, smiling. With the boy. But then he looks back at me, and suddenly, I’m helpless. My heart flutters then I am rendered breathless because those eyes; what is probably just a second of eye contact feels like a hundred years. It feels like I have been waiting for this boy all my life and he has been waiting for me. It feels like I can do anything and be anyone, as long as he is by my side. I’m drowning in his gaze and when he focuses his attention back on Angelica, I know his gaze is still lingering, lingering on me.
Peggy winks at me from across the room. “You have a cruuuush!” she mouths. I raise my eyebrows, but don’t deny it, a warm feeling tickling inside.
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Suddenly, he’s right there, Angelica gone, all crooked grins and friendly head tilts. I stand up straighter, a little self-conscious. “Hi,” I blurt out, daring a shy smile. “I’m Eliza- Eliza Schuyler. Angelica’s sister. Nice to meet you!” I add the last part on in a rush, because it feels way more than nice to meet him, but I can’t say that. He nods wickedly. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Alexander. But you, you can call me Alex.”
So then we chat and chat about nothing and everything, anyone and anyplace, and I feel like I’m floating with happiness. After this, it’s only the sky that’s the limit. And then there’s this moment. This second frozen into my memory where I go on this nonsensical rant, and pause to look up, just to catch him gazing at me fondly, listening. Actually listening, taking my opinion seriously, agreeing, backing me up.
Eventually, the night comes to a close, but there’s still so many things I want to say to Alex. So many things I can’t. So phone numbers are exchanged, and soon enough, we’re together. Messaging everyday, introducing each other to family, love notes upon notes upon notes. Blu-tacked to the wall. Slipped inside my locker. Placed in my hand as I walk through the school corridors. I secretly save them all, re-reading them to myself on my saddest days. His words flood my senses, engulfing me in the satisfaction that he is mine. Before we know it, we’re hopelessly in love, years have passed and memories have been made.
But the real story starts the day I get home from summer vacation.
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My flip-flops slap on the tarmac as I jump out of the car, hauling my bags with me. I’m smiling; the lake and the park and the garden were all so lovely, but the main thing I’m looking forward to is seeing Alex’s face again, in person. Angelica follows my lead and we barely have time to flop onto the couch when it’s time to go to the student council assembly to see who’s getting promoted.
When we arrive, I can’t sit still in my seat, because right there, a few rows ahead of me, is an all too familiar face, laughing at something Gilbert is saying. I’ve been absolutely bursting to return back home and fall into Alex’s arms, but when his eyes meet mine, his rips his gaze away.
My insides turn cold. That was an accident, right? Surely he noticed me. My fingers fumble with my phone as I go to my messages, clicking on Alex ♥︎ ♥︎. I type out a few words and press send, seeing the back of his head tilt down as he reads the message.
Me: HII I’m back
@ the ceremony. I can see youAlex ♥︎ ♥︎: Hi Eliza
Is it just me or is he being colder than usual? Was this because he feels bad for turning down my invitation for the trip? Or is it something else entirely?
I show my phone screen to Angelica, who frowns. She’s about to open her mouth and say something, but the assembly starts, and I face the front, head in a daze. The promotion is read out.
It goes to Alexander.
I watch emptily as he bounds on the stage, thanking the professor with an ever-so-charming grin. He steps up on the podium to say his speech, and it’s only then does he finally, finally, force his eyes to meet mine.
“I’d like to thank everyone who made this possible,” Alex starts, “Eliza, John, Hercules, Gilbert, heck, even Aaron. I promise to try my absolute best to make this council perfect.” He pauses, eyes darting away this time. “I just want you to know this: Not everyone is perfect. We all make mistakes, just like how I made a huge mistake this summer, and I only hope that you all can forgive me.” He looks down. “One person especially.”
I can’t breathe as he faces back up, taking in a deep breath. “I cheated on my girlfriend, and I’m not proud of it. In fact, I’m immensely sorry. I don’t know if I can ever fix what I’ve done or if I can ever make up for it, but I will try my hardest. I will prove myself to you, like how I will prove myself to the council.”
I tune out the rest of his speech and freeze, gripping my phone tightly. He. Did. That? I’m stunned that he told me this way- in front of the whole school with no explanation, just a ‘sorry’. Disregarded me as a person and put misdemeanours into words. Obsessed with perception, flying past the fact that he cheated on me. He CHEATED on me. HE CHEATED ON ME.
“Sorry, I can’t-“ My mind whirls as I abruptly stand up, push through the aisle and race outside, Angelica in my wake. I cannot bear to think about him. How dare YOU? You, You, You. Digging my hand into my jacket’s many pockets, I fish out the salvaged love notes, trembling. With shaky hands, I start to tear them to pieces.
Rip. Palaces of paragraphs now fragments of fragility.
Rip. Castles and cathedrals now demolished and dead.
Rip. I scan the letters for signs. Signs I was always his.
There may have been some, but they’re illegible now, fluttering through the wind.
⋆⋅ ⟡ ⋅⋆
Angelica consoles me as I wipe my eyes, shuddering as I step through the door.
“I’m sorry, love,” she whispers. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” I shake my head. Angelica doesn’t have to be sorry. If anyone, it should be me. I’m sorry I ever trusted him. I’m sorry we fell in love. My phone buzzes as we settle at the table, and I reach for it, but Angelica stops me. “He doesn’t deserve a second of your time.” she sniffs, but reads the message anyway. Then she pales. Her mouth falls open.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
“It’s Peggy! She’s in the hospital.” My sister shoots back urgently.
“What the- Quick. We have to go.” I stumble out of my chair, worrying worrying worrying.
Forget Alexander. It is always, always family first.
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When we burst into the hospital room, I am taken to a few surprises.
1 - Alexander is there.
2 - Maria is there.
3 - Alexander is there with Maria.
As soon as they hear the door slam open, they jump and stand up. Maria? So it was Maria that brought Alexander to throw away years of love?? Never mind that, why are they even here? My sister is hospitalised and they want to sort out this out now?
Maria approaches me first, looking genuinely sorry. She mouths a few words mutely, unsure how to start. “Eliza, can I talk to you outside?” she whispers. I nod silently, following her into the gloomy corridor. Maria stares at her hands. “Look, I know nothing I say will make up for what happened. I didn’t know you were with Alexander. If I did, I wouldn’t have gone up to him and-”
“We don’t need the details.” I interrupt cuttingly. “Get to the point.”
Maria stares up at me beseechingly. “Eliza, kissing Alexander made me realise something. I- I- I don’t like boys in the way I thought I do. I think, I think I may be attracted to women.”
Whatever insult I was preparing myself to launch fizzles in my stomach.
“See? I’m not out to get your man.” She tells me, smiling bitterly.
I sigh, relieved. She sighs too. “What a mess we are,” she remarks, and turns to leave, but I catch her arm.
“Thank you for telling me,” I pull her in for a hug. “I’m sorry I was so harsh.” She was right. This is a mess, but it’s not up to her to fix it.
I quietly open the door to finally see my sister, only to draw short when he is still there, sitting in the chair next to the bed.
“Eliza, I-”
“Get lost.”
“Can you please just hear me out?”
I fold my arms. “No. Get. Out.”
Alexander, as stubborn as ever, lingers next to me as he heads for the exit.
“Eliza, I wish I could fix things. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to make you happy. And I failed even that.” His voice cracks a little and I lower my guard, facing his direction. “Look, if I could swap places with Peggy and have her standing right next to you instead, I would. I can’t change what’s happened, but just let me stay here by your side. I know you, Elizabeth Schuyler, and I’m not afraid to risk anything and everything for you.”
I pause, and look into those eyes, those brilliant, beautiful eyes.
“It’s too soon. I need some time.”
He stays absolutely still. “Then I’ll give you all of my time, even if I’m running out, for it to be enough.”
Oh, Alexander Hamilton. You swoon-worthy, heartbreaking, devastating angel.
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Author's Note
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Helpless ⟡ Author's Note
Hi! I really hope you enjoyed that <3 I have been in the Hamilton fandom for a while and I feel like I can always, always go back to this musical; it's just so special to me. I tried to make as many references as possible without getting Helpless stuck into my head (eg, Eliza takes a look around, Angelica makes her way across the room) and it was lots of fun. This has been such a ride and I'm so glad you could hop along!
Last year, I saw a meme that was something like ‘What if Hamilton was based in High School and everyone just took the School Council way to seriously’, and what with all the EPs coming out featuring perspectives from different characters, I was like, time to suit up and dare to write about a straight couple!
One more thing! I couldn't fit this into the word limit but I was originally planning Maria to get together with Peggy! I felt bad for Peggy just disappearing in the second act (okay, she did die, but still! All the better to make it a sick sister than a sick son because that would definitely not fit into the high school theme) and Maria because, scandal, you know.
So I hope that makes the queer in you happy or the ally in you or just makes you happy in general ^^' this wasn't included in the word count. Thank you so much for reading! Bye for now!
Hi! I really hope you enjoyed that <3 I have been in the Hamilton fandom for a while and I feel like I can always, always go back to this musical; it's just so special to me. I tried to make as many references as possible without getting Helpless stuck into my head (eg, Eliza takes a look around, Angelica makes her way across the room) and it was lots of fun. This has been such a ride and I'm so glad you could hop along!
Last year, I saw a meme that was something like ‘What if Hamilton was based in High School and everyone just took the School Council way to seriously’, and what with all the EPs coming out featuring perspectives from different characters, I was like, time to suit up and dare to write about a straight couple!
One more thing! I couldn't fit this into the word limit but I was originally planning Maria to get together with Peggy! I felt bad for Peggy just disappearing in the second act (okay, she did die, but still! All the better to make it a sick sister than a sick son because that would definitely not fit into the high school theme) and Maria because, scandal, you know.
So I hope that makes the queer in you happy or the ally in you or just makes you happy in general ^^' this wasn't included in the word count. Thank you so much for reading! Bye for now!
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For Friendship ⟡ Author's Note
Hi! I hope you liked reading that. I really wanted to write something more light-hearted for this contest entry, and since my fanfic was set in a high school I thought hey, why not? I'm sure that nearly everyone reading this has had problems with friendships in the past, or are dealing with troubles now, so I wanted to write something that could resonate with people. I hope it worked out that way.
Of course, I had to use some pre-existing characters (this was kind of just for backstory but I ended up liking it) and SPOILER ALERT it's a very long journey that doesn't fully work out yet but Jiya and Sara become good friends again. After they stop being enemies. I don't know why I give so many spoilers fdfdsgfd my friends have always joked about it and I guess it's true.
This was not included in the word count. Anyway, thank you so much for reading!
Hi! I hope you liked reading that. I really wanted to write something more light-hearted for this contest entry, and since my fanfic was set in a high school I thought hey, why not? I'm sure that nearly everyone reading this has had problems with friendships in the past, or are dealing with troubles now, so I wanted to write something that could resonate with people. I hope it worked out that way.
Of course, I had to use some pre-existing characters (this was kind of just for backstory but I ended up liking it) and SPOILER ALERT it's a very long journey that doesn't fully work out yet but Jiya and Sara become good friends again. After they stop being enemies. I don't know why I give so many spoilers fdfdsgfd my friends have always joked about it and I guess it's true.
This was not included in the word count. Anyway, thank you so much for reading!
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long story short ´ˎ˗
1 ⟡ “are there still beautiful things?”
2 ⟡ “i think your house is haunted”
1 ⟡ “are there still beautiful things?”
2 ⟡ “i think your house is haunted”
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pancakes ⊹ a wuc (co-)leader app
761 words, not including excerpt
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About Me
Hi! I'm Elly, a teenager with a love for reading, writing, singing along to random musicals and drawing. I use the pronouns she/her, though any are fine, and I live in BST– but will be in UTC from October 26th, due to the clocks going back.
Some other hobbies I have are journaling (essentially writing down my thoughts because I'm rubbish at venting), scrapbooking (when I fangirl a bit too much), and other random activities I occasionally do for fun: cooking, sewing and procrastinating. I also love listening to music!
Previous Participation
I have participated in WUC before, once, where I was in Poetry (April 2025) . Other than that, I've been active in multiple camps across the site, including some writing ones like SWC and JWC.
I've been writing since I was young, and have learnt so much in the process. Now, it's something I do every single day, whether it's attempting poems. planning a comic, or journal/diary writing. I find lots of joy from it!
On Scratch, I've co-led once (SSC) and led once (Camp GWDFI), and through this I've gotten a deeper experience on how camps work, learning about planning and designing cabins. I'm also a manager on a few studios so have had a bit of experience preparing things for those, and I was a FPC around the start of January in 2023– on another account, and this also helped me with planning on Scratch.
In real life, I've participated in a few productions, helping my organisation, and I'm the eldest sibling, which has taught me responsibility and giving advice! :]
Cabin Preferences
Some cabins I would be interested in leading are Mystery, Action, and Adventure, in that order of preference.
Firstly, for Mystery, I would love to do a Cluedo based theme, where you try to solve a murder, or something more Scratch appropriate, or either a Guess Who! sort of storyline, where you try to figure out who's been doing whatever by clues.
For Action, I think running around a Monopoly board would be fun, stumbling at the Go To Jail, Taxes etc.
Finally, Adventure would be Ludo, racing to get back home!
Excerpt
You can find my writing excerpt here.
Time Dedication
Other than school and the occasional exception, I don't have any major plans that would make me go completely inactive. I think I would be able to spend at least 20 minutes per day dedicated to WUC, but it'll likely end up being more! That being said, if anything comes up, I'd be sure to let y'all know about it first!
Shortcomings
Sometimes I may overwork myself, or question whether what I’m doing is correct* but I usually bounce back from that quickly and get everything done, giving myself a little time to rest and/or asking about tasks if necessary.
I am able to organise my time well and be productive, even though I tend to procrastinate!
*Funny story, when I first signed up for a camp a few years ago, I thought a memory book was something each person made for themselves-
Collaboration
Some strengths:
— I’m good at reaching out and communicating with other leaders
— I’m efficient when it comes to working on my part of the task
— I listen to their suggestions and chip in some of my own
— I’m supportive and helpful and consider others
Some weaknesses:
— I’m a little eager to please, so may hold back in disagreement
— I don’t fully know the balance between being too involved or not being involved enough sometimes
One Quality
One quality I think that every leader should have is dedication. Even if I were in last place, or nearly all of WUC was inactive, I wouldn’t just abandon the camp because it doesn’t feel worth it anymore.
Through my experience as a camper, I’ve discovered that leaders being dedicated and ready to work hard for their cabin have made me feel more motivated to participate, so I feel this is an important way leaders can guide campers, and this is something I’ll be trying to do as well.
Cabin Atmosphere 134 characters
A memorable, involved cabin with a fun theme and a simple yet engaging storyline, focus on writing improvement, and light competition.
Checkboxes
✔️ I will be available to consistently help around the main cabin
✔️ I will notify a host if needed to go inactive/take a break from WUC
✔️ I’m willing to share a promo project for WUC <3
PART B: I’ll create a temporary replacement studio if I can’t access the word count/cabin description and I’ll make sure the other leaders, cabin campers, and the hosts, are aware.
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PART C: In this situation, I’ll congratulate the camper then politely ask for proof before adding the words.
Bonus Question
Ooh, I would LOVE to create an EPIC themed board game where you navigate yourself through different sagas and race back home to Ithaca.
All the obstacles that Ody and his friends face would be implemented in the game and it would be sort of like a mixture of Snakes & Ladders and Monopoly!
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Link back to project here
761 words, not including excerpt
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About Me
Hi! I'm Elly, a teenager with a love for reading, writing, singing along to random musicals and drawing. I use the pronouns she/her, though any are fine, and I live in BST– but will be in UTC from October 26th, due to the clocks going back.
Some other hobbies I have are journaling (essentially writing down my thoughts because I'm rubbish at venting), scrapbooking (when I fangirl a bit too much), and other random activities I occasionally do for fun: cooking, sewing and procrastinating. I also love listening to music!
Previous Participation
I have participated in WUC before, once, where I was in Poetry (April 2025) . Other than that, I've been active in multiple camps across the site, including some writing ones like SWC and JWC.
I've been writing since I was young, and have learnt so much in the process. Now, it's something I do every single day, whether it's attempting poems. planning a comic, or journal/diary writing. I find lots of joy from it!
On Scratch, I've co-led once (SSC) and led once (Camp GWDFI), and through this I've gotten a deeper experience on how camps work, learning about planning and designing cabins. I'm also a manager on a few studios so have had a bit of experience preparing things for those, and I was a FPC around the start of January in 2023– on another account, and this also helped me with planning on Scratch.
In real life, I've participated in a few productions, helping my organisation, and I'm the eldest sibling, which has taught me responsibility and giving advice! :]
Cabin Preferences
Some cabins I would be interested in leading are Mystery, Action, and Adventure, in that order of preference.
Firstly, for Mystery, I would love to do a Cluedo based theme, where you try to solve a murder, or something more Scratch appropriate, or either a Guess Who! sort of storyline, where you try to figure out who's been doing whatever by clues.
For Action, I think running around a Monopoly board would be fun, stumbling at the Go To Jail, Taxes etc.
Finally, Adventure would be Ludo, racing to get back home!
Excerpt
You can find my writing excerpt here.
Time Dedication
Other than school and the occasional exception, I don't have any major plans that would make me go completely inactive. I think I would be able to spend at least 20 minutes per day dedicated to WUC, but it'll likely end up being more! That being said, if anything comes up, I'd be sure to let y'all know about it first!
Shortcomings
Sometimes I may overwork myself, or question whether what I’m doing is correct* but I usually bounce back from that quickly and get everything done, giving myself a little time to rest and/or asking about tasks if necessary.
I am able to organise my time well and be productive, even though I tend to procrastinate!
*Funny story, when I first signed up for a camp a few years ago, I thought a memory book was something each person made for themselves-
Collaboration
Some strengths:
— I’m good at reaching out and communicating with other leaders
— I’m efficient when it comes to working on my part of the task
— I listen to their suggestions and chip in some of my own
— I’m supportive and helpful and consider others
Some weaknesses:
— I’m a little eager to please, so may hold back in disagreement
— I don’t fully know the balance between being too involved or not being involved enough sometimes
One Quality
One quality I think that every leader should have is dedication. Even if I were in last place, or nearly all of WUC was inactive, I wouldn’t just abandon the camp because it doesn’t feel worth it anymore.
Through my experience as a camper, I’ve discovered that leaders being dedicated and ready to work hard for their cabin have made me feel more motivated to participate, so I feel this is an important way leaders can guide campers, and this is something I’ll be trying to do as well.
Cabin Atmosphere 134 characters
A memorable, involved cabin with a fun theme and a simple yet engaging storyline, focus on writing improvement, and light competition.
Checkboxes
✔️ I will be available to consistently help around the main cabin
✔️ I will notify a host if needed to go inactive/take a break from WUC
✔️ I’m willing to share a promo project for WUC <3
PART B: I’ll create a temporary replacement studio if I can’t access the word count/cabin description and I’ll make sure the other leaders, cabin campers, and the hosts, are aware.
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PART C: In this situation, I’ll congratulate the camper then politely ask for proof before adding the words.
Bonus Question
Ooh, I would LOVE to create an EPIC themed board game where you navigate yourself through different sagas and race back home to Ithaca.
All the obstacles that Ody and his friends face would be implemented in the game and it would be sort of like a mixture of Snakes & Ladders and Monopoly!
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Link back to project here
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Elly’s WUC Writing Folder (October 2025)
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Hello! I’m Elly, and this is my second session of WUC! I use she/her pronouns and I live in the BST time-zone. I’m really excited :zany: and I will be trying to bypass my word goal of 35k. I’m leading mystery this time! MYSTERY FOR THE WINNN
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⟢ Dailies:
2┆link , 267/250 words , 300 points
3┆link , 212/200 words , 250 points
7┆link , 340/300 words , 300 points
4┆link , x/x words , points
5┆link , x/x words , points
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⟢ Weeklies:
2┆link , 1609/1300 words , 0 points
4┆link , 1328/1250 words , 1300 points
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⟢ Miscellaneous:
1┆word war vs sunny , link , 191 words , points
2┆name , link , words , points
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⟢ Useful Links:
⊳ main cabin
⊳ mystery cabin
⊳ my word count group
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4,560/35,000 words added so far <3
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Hello! I’m Elly, and this is my second session of WUC! I use she/her pronouns and I live in the BST time-zone. I’m really excited :zany: and I will be trying to bypass my word goal of 35k. I’m leading mystery this time! MYSTERY FOR THE WINNN
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⟢ Dailies:
2┆link , 267/250 words , 300 points
3┆link , 212/200 words , 250 points
7┆link , 340/300 words , 300 points
4┆link , x/x words , points
5┆link , x/x words , points
───── ⋆⋅ ⟡ ⋅⋆ ─────
⟢ Weeklies:
2┆link , 1609/1300 words , 0 points
4┆link , 1328/1250 words , 1300 points
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⟢ Miscellaneous:
1┆word war vs sunny , link , 191 words , points
2┆name , link , words , points
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⟢ Useful Links:
⊳ main cabin
⊳ mystery cabin
⊳ my word count group
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4,560/35,000 words added so far <3
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02.10.25 ⟢ Goals - 267 words
hey ash! best of luck for reaching your three main goals this month, you're going to do great! i know it may seem a bit hard at times, but you've got this in the bag. your first goal seems pretty straightforward, depending on how many words you already have down, and i'm sure your book is amazing so far. if you run out of inspiration, i recommend listening to music or going back to your planning notes (if any) to see if you get a burst of motivation again! :>
if you don't get back on track straight away, don't worry, because poetry is a really fun form of writing, and you could always try and write poems inspired by concepts/characters in your book to keep the atmosphere. poems don't always have to rhyme, and if you're really stuck, just press the enter bar a few times
like
this .
and play around with how spacing effects the reader's experience. if you're stuck with ideas for poems, take a book or a song or a musical or a show or a character or a quote etc and inspire your poem from one of those <33
finally, backstories are hard (i've been working on one since like may lol) and you may find yourself changing your plot many times- just try to note all your ideas down, and create a moodboard/playlist for further help. i'm sure you've got this and your writing will be amazing!!!! if you ever feel yourself slowing down, remember that that's normal and everyone experiences it sometimes.
you can do this!!
elly
hey ash! best of luck for reaching your three main goals this month, you're going to do great! i know it may seem a bit hard at times, but you've got this in the bag. your first goal seems pretty straightforward, depending on how many words you already have down, and i'm sure your book is amazing so far. if you run out of inspiration, i recommend listening to music or going back to your planning notes (if any) to see if you get a burst of motivation again! :>
if you don't get back on track straight away, don't worry, because poetry is a really fun form of writing, and you could always try and write poems inspired by concepts/characters in your book to keep the atmosphere. poems don't always have to rhyme, and if you're really stuck, just press the enter bar a few times
like
this .
and play around with how spacing effects the reader's experience. if you're stuck with ideas for poems, take a book or a song or a musical or a show or a character or a quote etc and inspire your poem from one of those <33
finally, backstories are hard (i've been working on one since like may lol) and you may find yourself changing your plot many times- just try to note all your ideas down, and create a moodboard/playlist for further help. i'm sure you've got this and your writing will be amazing!!!! if you ever feel yourself slowing down, remember that that's normal and everyone experiences it sometimes.
you can do this!!
elly
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03.10.25 ⟢ Dear Reader - 212/200 words
Fallen raindrops reflect on the moon as I quietly flit through an alleyway, casting a bouncing light across the walls. I don't know where I am, but I'd rather be lost and alone than be the past me. I need to focus. I need to get as far away as I can from any remnants of my past life. I need to get out of this trap.
I dig deep into my pocket, and fish out a crinkled piece of paper. Unfolding it, I smooth out my map and scan the illustrations for somewhere I can go. Anywhere will be better than here. Closing my eyes, I brush my finger across the page, choosing somewhere at random.
My stomach drops when I read the location, but I don't have the luxury of comfort now, so I start to run.
After a while, my legs start to ache and I can't breathe, and for the briefest moment I wish I were back home.
(But it's not my home anymore.)
So I remind myself that as long as I'm gone, a distant memory, a faded image in their minds, I can be safe. My fingers reassuringly brush the deck of cards in my pocket as I wander through the night, stumbling over the cobblestones.
Fallen raindrops reflect on the moon as I quietly flit through an alleyway, casting a bouncing light across the walls. I don't know where I am, but I'd rather be lost and alone than be the past me. I need to focus. I need to get as far away as I can from any remnants of my past life. I need to get out of this trap.
I dig deep into my pocket, and fish out a crinkled piece of paper. Unfolding it, I smooth out my map and scan the illustrations for somewhere I can go. Anywhere will be better than here. Closing my eyes, I brush my finger across the page, choosing somewhere at random.
My stomach drops when I read the location, but I don't have the luxury of comfort now, so I start to run.
After a while, my legs start to ache and I can't breathe, and for the briefest moment I wish I were back home.
(But it's not my home anymore.)
So I remind myself that as long as I'm gone, a distant memory, a faded image in their minds, I can be safe. My fingers reassuringly brush the deck of cards in my pocket as I wander through the night, stumbling over the cobblestones.
Last edited by taylorsversion-- (Oct. 7, 2025 22:39:40)
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