Part 1 - 100+ words in notes of fantasy elements + ideas for world

fantasy elements
179 words

• fauna
elves, centaurs, dragons, fairies, witches + wizards. Magical unicorns with sparkly poop (iykyk), different animals/temporary familiars who are conjured through magical stones touched by those who have a specific blood/heritage recalling a memory with a specific emotion. Caterpillars who smoke hookahs, creepy grinning cats, rabbits who are rushing for time. Shapeless, void monsters, onis who can get outwitted by humans. Also dwarves.

• flora
delicious mushrooms that may or may not have effects, bouncy giant mushrooms, and definitely poisonous mushrooms… Flowers that can eat you, flowers that heal magically. Rivers of youth, poisonous/transformation pools, crystals that grow out of the ground.

• my fantasy world (ideas)

- Dragons who covet the crystals that grow out of the ground, but protective and strong elves who continue to guard the crystals

- Cute but deadly powerful and magical cats who solves crimes. This particular time, though, they're becoming investigating cats, finding out who stole the caterpillar's top hat.

- A free, whimsical romance featuring an ethereal faerie and shape-shifting cursed monster. They go on exciting adventures, all scenic places and gorgeous beaches.

Part 2 - 300+ words in worldbuilding for your fantasy land

Phantomia - Fantasy Worldbuilding
391 words

Phantomia is the world of my fantasy story. It is a rather abandoned planet - in terms on being inhabited by humans. The indigenous species always keep humans out, and no one bothered to explore any more of this planet, since all results were uncessful. Those who managed to enter were never seen again, lost or in love.

With gorgeous, mysterious, and biomes incomprehensible by the human mind, Phantomia is one of those darkly beautiful worlds scientists, scholars, researchers, and others of the type often to whisper about. Lots of species inhabit the land, such as: Faeries, mermaids, elves, centaurs, and the rare magic wielders - human-looking, but deadly magical and an immortal species.

As of animals and plant life, Phantomia has all the varieties of Earth plus more. Butterflycorns - unicorns with butterfly wings are among one of the most popular creatures determined the higher intelligence creatures.

While the biomes are not known to humans - and never will, I might add - there are tundras, grasslands, rainforests, deciduous, wrinsnoir, and carboners. The last two are hard to describe, but I shall attempt to do so below.

Wrinsnoir is a mix of the grasslands and deciduous forests biomes. However, there also large soft mushrooms locals call “drimohöven”, which can be used as trampolines, beds, soft benches, or even for food and herbal tea. There are at least 50 of these mushrooms per square kilometer.

Carboner is the biome of the sky. Usually, the locations of this biome is at the edge of a steep cliff, or about a mile in the air, perhaps reachable a trip by dragon or other such flying beast. While many species visit, most of its inhabitants are faeries. This biome is made out of fluffy but yet solid and bouncy clouds in many different colors, some floating flowers and trees, and multiple dark purple caves.

Phantomia is about twice the size of Earth. Its four moons are Shoni, Carriö, Philo, and Quarzin. They have a similar calendar as Earth, and each moon characterizes one season, given each moon's cycle travels in a long oval shape, lasting 2 years to make a full circle. While there is no sun, there are light orbs much closer to the planet - of which there are so many none are named. At night, the reigning moon and many stars softly light the atmosphere.

Part 3: 500+ words of a story that's in your fantasy land.

Phantomia - The Faery and the Dark One
510 words

Matthew roamed the forests at night in his human form. As a shifting monster, that was the only time he could come out without the risk of being discovered. Already people were becoming suspicious about the footprints that were left after a night. Where would he ever be safe?

A rustle in the trees alerted him that there was an animal - or an idiotic spy - above him. “Who's there? Show yourself.”

“Just me,” a glowing faery said, jumping down gracefully. She was almost as tall as his human form, and had an ethereal beauty. She was calm, almost friendly as she winked at him and clasped her hands behind her back. “Leilan at your disposal.”

He had to do a double take, considering his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and now it was bright. “Uhh… Grrr… I eat faeries for midnight snacks…?”

The faery laughed, tinkling giggles filling out the space. “Not very convincing, are you? Anyways, would you mind running away with me to explore Phantomia?”

“Why should I?” Knowing the jig was up, he scratched his head, unsure what to do next. No way was he ever going to actually kill, much less eat a faery…. Besides, this was interesting.

“Because you're getting hunted down, and so am I! Thrilling, I know. But since you and I have that in common, might as well lead them on a good trail instead of these boooring forests.”

He immediately took offense. “Look, ”these forests“ are MY home. Excuse me if I kick you out right now for that insult.” He took what he hoped to be a menacing step forward.

The faery actually looked worried now. “Look, just follow me now. I don't want to get caught, and neither do you. They're sending out search parties come sunrise, and I need you.”

There were numerous thoughts in his mind, but he understood they were no match for numerous villagers. Still, one more important question: “how do you know about the hunt?”

“I have my resources, unlike you. I heard from a villager boy who promised to exchange information for some faerie dust, which I am sure he is now using to wreak chaos.”

Matthew winced, but at least it was a better distraction to imagine what the boy could be doing now instead of focusing on why he decided to follow the faery. “Fine, I'm in. What do you want to do with me?”

“Just… Travel, see scenery, chill, get to know each other, and uhh- meditate?”

“… Fine. You do know I'm a shapeshifter right?”

“Yep! Feel to take any form except mine during the trip. I guess pack your bags?”

“I had everything here,” Matthew gestured to his little crossbody bag. “Y'know, after a point you realize you're carrying too much and just carry the essentials.”

“okay. Let's go to Martini Beach! We'll make it if we leave soon.”

Matthew shook his head and muttered. “I have no idea what I got myself into… Hope it's good.”

Part 4: Find another person's world and combine with yours. Write 500+ words about the combined worlds.

Phantomia - The Crossover
555 words

Along the way, the faery (who appeared not to want to share her name, always changing the subject when Matthew asked for it) led Matthew off a beaten path, the topped abruptly. He stumbled and managed to catch himself.

“What the- oh.” He realized the faery had just saved him from falling off a high cliff and into whatever lay at least a few kilometers below.

“And that is why we faeries are safer - we have wings,” the faery said in a bragging, matter-of-fact way. “Also, I'm going to explore and see if there is any Carboner down there.”

With that, she plunged of the edge, using her wings to slow her fall and heading deeper. Matther sat down and dangled his legs over the edge. Who knew how long she would take - she'd already wasted about half of the journey cooing about “fantastical” new nature.

There was a voice. “Come on, jump down!” it sounded like the faery, but instead of coming from the bottom like he'd expected, it came from the sky. “There's a portal that brings you to this odd land up here!”

Matther gulped, closed his eyes, then pushed himself over the edge. “GAAaAAAHH!!!” he screamed as he finally realized what he's just done. Oh wait- he quickly shifted to a similar form to the faery, then went down slower.

Suddenly, there was a sucking noise, and he felt himself warped into - another dimension? But nope, there was the faery, he's just been transported - up. Weird. Odd, indeed.

He took in his surroundings. Some sort of island, with bigger neighboring islands. And then some strange song eminating from the nearest island.

“Come on,” the faery repeated. She was already flying across the sky space that separated his island the the singing island.

He groaned, rolled his eyes, and yet still followed. He'd agreed to adventure with her after all. The singing was mystical, lyrical, and yet… Foreign. Then he spotted some sort of intelligent being looking at him. He waved awkwardly, then ran over to the faery.

“Are you sure this is Carboner? Because it's completely different.” Matthew said.

“I know. That's what I'm trying to figure out,” and to Matthew's horror, she headed over to the strange being and asked what was this land.

“Oh. Uh… This is Aldervale, in the Shard Reaches.” He - or she, or they - replied. “But this is a world, not a land.”

Finally, the unflappable faery was… Flapped? Whatever was the opposite, she stumble into Matthew, who was almost knocked over, but managed to hold both of them up.

“What the heck? Hey, faery, I guess this wasn't what you expected.” He said - while he wasn't usually snarky, all the shock and anger at always having to follow her around came out.

“Yeah,” the faery said, regaining balance. “How are we going to get back?”

The being hadn't spoken during this exchange, but now he/she/they did. “You mean you came from another world?”

“Yep, pretty sure,” Matthew said for the faery. “Unless your name for your world means ‘Phantomia’ in a different language.”

“-AND we have no idea how to get back. Fly in the air perhaps?” Came the faery weakly.

The End. (for now, or not)

I supposed that was true.

My sister poured the lemon cream into its crust. “My fingers get sticky from the lemon juice, she’s afraid it’ll stick to her.” My sister murmured. “She thinks the smell of lemon zest will get all over the house, and then everyone will smell like it.”

My sister sighed and placed the pie in the oven. “I guess I'll have to wash my hands before she gets home, then.”

My sister insists she wants to eat lemons—but my mom insists that if she wants to eat fruit so badly—it has to be anything but a lemon. My sister is still unwavering—and my mom still yells at her.

Part 1 - Weekly #3 - Scratch Writing Camp July 2026
Title: Home for the Lost - Outline
207 words
Buildup
-Luke and Serena have been in love for 7 years, but neither of them are allowed to date.
-Luke has to move away to another country, since his parents don't want him to date Serena.
-Serena is informed on the last day before Luke moves away.
-They go on their first - and probably last - date at the beach.
-They talk about the future.

Climax
-Luke and Serena decide to run off together.
-In the dead of night, both of them pack essentials and take Luke's dad's car out into a city miles away.
-The next day, everyone tries to find them, but they are missing and it's impossible to find out where they went.

Resolution
-Luke and Serena marry a year later.
-Also a year later, Luke's dad and Serena's mom die.
-They find out about the funerals and grieve, but decide not to go.
-Story adds a mysterious element: a strangely familiar teenage girl shows up at their doorstep, claiming they are her siblings and she is their secret now.
-They welcome her, and years later, they found a non-profit organization where all those lost, in need to shelter, or are misfits can stay for a small fee.

Part 2 - Weekly #3 - Scratch Writing Camp July 2026
Title: Rising From the Flames
496 words

The heat consumed the two of us like some undead dream. Cities crumbled around us, fire burned violently passionate. Sometimes you had to wonder if anyone cared about you if you were missing for hours, days, weeks, months, or even years. When everything was blocked out from vision by the fire, I focused on myself…

Examining my arms, I saw angry raw scratches where I had tried to pull both me and mine out of this stairwell. When I couldn't, I'd ran upstairs and out through the door, which was why my clothes were burned to a crisp and terrible burns were everywhere - mostly on my legs. They would scar, but I would be lucky to survive this.

Adrenaline running high, I looked to mine. He was unconscious, but definitely better off than me - only a few scratches and burns could be visible on his arms and legs. Something told me that he would wake up soon, and wished against it. I hugged him as the fire drew still closer on all sides, ever hungry for things to burn. It was too close now, sparks visible as if it was red rain going in the opposite way.

I stretched on top of mine - I would save him if I could - better one d**** than two. I shut my eyes so hard it hurt, not wanting to see how I died. Let it be quick, at least. The heat burned, and then there was a thump on my head, at which I passed out.

I woke up after what seemed like an eternity of quiet darkness, slightly cool - but there were still traes of fire. Was I Heaven or Hell? Another something told me it was neither. Maybe there was something of the middle intensity?

Finally opening my eyes, I focused on an achingly white ceiling - since when did white paint become as florescent as the sun? Then a face interrupted the burning whiteness. “You okay there?”

It was unfamiliar, yet felt like home. With olive skin, dark blue eyes like the ocean in a moonless night, strangely glowing, and soft lips, it was unmistakably male. “Do I know you?” I said. I realized I'd sounded rather rude, then added: “Thanks for saving me. Unless this is one of the afterlives?”

He smiled lopsidedly. He was definitely handsome, and made my stomach flip - once, which was not as much as mine. “Nah. You're very much alive - on Crontia. Your partner is waiting outside as we speak - I believe you Drentians call your partners ”mine“?”

“Yeah,” I said. I started getting up, but my muscles failed and I collapsed.

“You've got a lot of healing to do. You can move, but don't attempt to sit up or stand unless there's something or someone propping you up,” the familiar stranger said, squinching his nose in what seemed to be a look of disapproval. “I'll call - I guess it's yours? - in.”

The End

Part 3 - Weekly #3 - Scratch Writing Camp July 2026
Title: Viewpoints from Himaro and Jennifer
400 words

Character 1: Himaro

Jennifer is getting better. I've been working hard with my natural and supernatural capabilities to heal both her and hers. It's strange, the Drentians' habits, traditions, and ways of speech, but at least we both know similar languages.

Today, I found out hers has a name, Crinantro. I shall think of and call him that from now onwards. He didn't speak much at first, but now he makes his way over to me. “What do you want?” I ask, trying not to seem too rude.

“I… Want to know what you think about us Drentians as a Crontian. Be honest, and… yeah.”

Sure, answer the only question I didn't want to answer right now. I sighed, rubbing my temples, trying to come up with a good answer. He'd told me to be honest, but leaving some parts out wasn't going to hurt him.

“It's just… You're different, yet still familiar.”

Character 2: Jennifer

Having survived was amazing. It was only when you realized that you were so close to death that you thought of how many things you took for granted previously. My burns were healing, and I was adjusting to the climate and customs here.

At first I had gotten culture shock, but it agreed it was much better to call Crinantro Crinantro and not mine - I believed strongly in equality, but no one back home had supported that and so I followed along. Himaro was kinda and good-natured, no matter what people back home would've said about him and other Drentians.

Today, I got the nerve to ask Himaro something. “What do you think we Crontians can improve about our culture? I'm not sure I can do anything about it, but I can change me at least.”

He took a moment to pause, as if considering what to tell me. “Well, I feel like the other Crontians should change the way they prioritize things. They obviously didn't prioritize saving their comrades like you and Crinantro, and who knows who else.”

I smiled grimly. “I wouldn't say we were comrades. We rebelled in small ways, and yet they noticed, and left us to burn. Between you and me, the person who was - and is - the most likely to have burned our city was an overzealous bas**** called Timothi.”

He smiled slightly at that.

Part 4 - Weekly #3 - Scratch Writing Camp July 2026
Title: The Fantastic World of Nothing
814 words

Outline:

Buildup
-Introduction - there is nothing in this world. You cannot see anything, but you can use all other senses.
-Giselle is teleported to this world of Nothing from Earth, and has no idea where she is, much less how to get back.
-Giselle meets one visible guy a few hours later. Turns out he's also another lost person like her, but for many years. He explains things to her.

Climax
-Giselle continues her wanderings, constantly seeking for a way back to a visible earth. When she starts to see the world around her, she wonders if she is adjusting.
-Giselle discovers an old lab. Turns out, the world sucks your existence, therefore making others who don't exist much anymore visible.
-But then why was the man visible to Giselle when she was fully existing?

Resolution
-The man is discovered to be the founder of the lab and the one who made and could survive the planet he ruined. He confesses and asked Giselle's forgiveness.
-Giselle spends the rest of her life exploring, never to come back to Earth.
-However, the man shares the last of his existing serum with her, helping her exist again while he dies of a strange illness.

The Story

Hi, I'm Giselle. I was walking in a park near my house one day, when suddenly, there was this sucking sound that didn't sound nice at all, and I found myself in some sort of tunnel. i couldn't move at first, but about half an hour later, I could move normally. I looked around.

I seemed to have been transported into some sort of world where everything was nothing. I saw white. I closed my eyes and opened them, but I still saw white again. I kept blinking and rubbing and trying all sorts of techniques to see again, but I couldn't.

Had I turned blind accidentally? There were sounds and I could feel some cooling gusts of air, but nothing to see. Resolving that perhaps I was blind, I closed my eyes and felt my way around - it was the only way to get around without it being disconcerting.

In this fashion, I walked around for at least a day. I was beginning to get tired and starving - what would I eat if I couldn't see it and make sure it wasn't poisonous? Then something touched me. It felt of similar mas area and weight of that like a hand, so I guessed it was, and turned around.

Wait- I could actually SEE this guy, instead of just touching him. He had jet black hair, greying at the ages, and was wearing a navy blue polo shirt and cargo pants. “Who the heck are you?” I asked. “And while you're at it, where the heck is this place?”

“I… I'm Gerard,” the strange man - okay, Gerard now - said, scratching his head. “This place is… I mean, I have no idea what this place is. I've been here for a couple years and can't tell myself.”

Okay, he was SO suspicious. Even more sus than my current - I guess not abandoned, since there's no internet or electric here - Scratch Writing Camp. “Oh yeah?” I said, being argumentative with the only other visible person in this place (as far as I could tell). “Well, how did you survive when you can't see what to eat?”

Now he definitely looked sus… “I, uh, groped around and found something to eat? Nah, that doesn't sound right… Look, I can see this place, which you… I don't think you can, unfortunately.” Gerard replied.

I sighed. “Look, I don't want to start a fight with who appears to be the only other person visible in this place, but could you, like, GIVE me some food? I haven't eaten in at least a day.”

“I was just going to,” Gerard said as he took SOMETHING out of somewhere. “You're going to trust me on this, since you can't see anything. Open your mouth.”

I did as requested - after all, I would depart this body if I didn't eat something soon. I tasted a banana - good. At least I knew what it was, and it wasn't poison. Unless Gerard made poison that tasted like banana? And he put the banana-tasting poison on a banana? I decided not to overthink and pulled out a piece with my mouth.

“mmm,” I said, reaching for the banana, which Gerard slowly directed right into my hand. I grasped it, then ate it as quick as I could.

“SLOWLY!” Gerard shouted. “You haven't eaten for a day, and what makes you think you won't get a stomach ache when you suddenly eat food?”

“okay,” and I did, grumbling. Whoa, this guy was really fatherlike. And not in the bad way, but probably not in a good way either. Greyish- I mused as I finished eating.

“Is there any more food?” I asked.