ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴊᴜʟʏ '23 ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ!

First Session (Nov '22):

I tried to do a very appealing or at least decent-looking alliteration, but I failed gloriously.

AAAANYWAYS, This vintage vacation is just a topic to store all my SWC (Scratch Writing Camp) pieces! Since this is my first session, I may mess up, but who cares? Camp is for fun :D

GO NAAN-FICTION BTW

ᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʟ (@ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ)'ꜱ ꜱᴡᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ! ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ꜱᴡᴄ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2022 ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ:

• ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2023
  
• ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2022
  

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴠᴀʟ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏ-ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ! ʟᴇᴛꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ!!

ɴᴏᴡ, ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴘɪᴄ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍɴᴇꜱꜱ. ɢʀᴀʙ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴄᴏʀɴ, ꜱɪᴛ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴜɴʀᴏʟʟ…
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So yeah. Enjoy!
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ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ɢᴏᴀʟ - 699 / 15,000
ɢᴏᴀʟ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ: 5:14ᴘᴍ ᴜᴛᴄ, ᴊᴜʟʏ 1

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ᴅᴀɪʟɪᴇꜱ
ᴊᴜʟʏ 1ꜱᴛ – ᴊᴜʟʏ 31sᴛ

• July 1 ~ { Done } ~ { --- } ~ { 140 wc } ~ { ᴠᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀᴇ }
  
  
• July 2 ~ { Done } ~ { 250 } ~ { 356 wc } ~ { ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴꜱ) }
  
  
• July 3 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• July 4 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• July 5 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
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ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟɪᴇꜱ
ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ? ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: 2/4 - ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ '23

• Week 1 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• Week 2 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• Week 3 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• Week 4 ~ { Status } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Project Weekly / Prompt }
  

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ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀꜱ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘꜱ, ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ? (ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴅᴜᴅᴇꜱ)

• Writing Competition ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• Writing Competition (Fan Fiction) ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
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• Word War ~ { user @username } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Minutes } ~ { Prompt }
  
• Word War ~ { user @username } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Minutes } ~ { Prompt }
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• Writing Dump ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
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• School Assignment ~ { Assignment } ~ { Status } ~ { WordCount } ~ { Type - Prompt }
  

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ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #2 - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴꜱ)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 356 / 300
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 250 / 200

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ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ

A world weighed down by sorrow, where the shadows of despair had long overtaken the once vibrant landscapes. Its cobblestone streets were veiled in perpetual gloom, the buildings sagging under the weight of melancholy memories. A thick fog hung in the air as if even the atmosphere itself wept.

In this desolate city, among the faded facades and crumbling alleys, a garden stood defiantly, its existence a testament to resilience. It was a small patch of land, nestled between towering structures, where roses still bloomed, with ethereal grace. Their delicate petals, once vivid and velvety, now bore the faded hues of forgotten dreams.

In this garden, birds roamed freely, their songs echoing through the desolate streets. They were the lone messengers of hope, their melodies piercing through the heavy silence that enveloped the city. Their wings carried whispers of a forgotten time when joy flourished and laughter resonated through the air.
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Yet, fate had cast its somber veil upon this place. The garden, once an oasis of vibrant life, had become a solitary emblem of strength amidst a sea of desolation. The roses, though they bloomed, shed silent tears, their fragrant teardrops glistening under the moonlight. Each tear bore witness to the sorrows they had witnessed, the souls they had cradled, and the dreams they had seen wither away.

In this melancholic tapestry, where roses shed tears and birds sang mournful lullabies, the city yearned for renewal. The land cried out for a rekindling of hope, a restoration of the soul that had been rendered lifeless. Perhaps, one day, a sliver of light would break through the dense fog, breathing life into the city, and casting aside the shackles of its soul-less state.

But until then, the roses would continue to bloom, their delicate petals caressed by the wind, and the birds would sing their elegies to the weary souls, reminding them of the beauty that once thrived. And somewhere in the depths of fate's entwined design, a glimmer of hope remained, waiting to be discovered amidst the tears of the birds and the faded petals of the roses, promising the possibility of a new dawn.