weekly 11/8 - 11/15 exploring writing -- -- -- [ i love this weekly asdfghjkl ] -- -- -- / warmups / 1 > " Pick a topic (e.g. frogs) and write 100 words all about that topic. You only have 100 words, so think about what the most important things to say are! You can include information about the topic, your opinions on it, or a mix. " . . . cabin wars In SWC, also known as Scratch Writing Camp, cabin wars are an event taking place usually twice a month. It is where the cabins of SWC compete against each other, sending "wars" or tasks that the other cabin must complete. For example, if Cabin A were to send Cabin B a war telling them to write 500 words in the next hour, Cabin B will need to write 500 words before time runs out, or their cabin will lose whatever number of points. Sometimes there would be an extra challenge, and if that is completed then Cabin B will get an extra bonus of points. When a war is sent, no more wars will be able to be sent in the next 3 hours, unless one of the leaders of that cabin decides to lift the "shield". Additionally, a cabin may not be warred by the same cabin twice in a row, or receive the same war twice in a row. Campers are unable to come up with their own wars, there is a list that is to be used. [ 182 words ] 2 > "Without planning or thinking beforehand, write 100 words as you design a character based on the prompt “secret origami expert”" . . . I imagine this character to be a casual schoolgirl. Yet she's very secretive, and doesn't talk very much, even to her friends. To get her truly into a conversation, you would need to poke at a topic she's extremely interested in. Yet her secrecy also hides her talent. If were to know, this schoolgirl is talented in so many things. She's actually best at all subjects in school, as well as being a complete expert in most of the hobbies she does. One of the hobbies happens to be origami. She can fold paper at a speed resembling light, and into any shape imaginable. She could hold for a genius world record if she tried. Yet her secretive and shy personality hides everything she shines at, and many view her as worthless (when she's the opposite). She is a common target for bullying. [ 143 words ] -- -- -- / fiction / 1 > " Use a random number generator from 1 to the age of your character. Write about a memory your character has from when they were this age. If your character’s more than, say, 50, you can split their life into periods of 5 or 10 years and write about a memory from that period of their life instead of a specific year if you want. 300 words! " . . . no incredible beforehand context since i'm still actually developing this character and am taking this as a chance for character development ivy is my fandom and roleplay character ~ The jar opened, and the glowing neon blue liquid took it's chance to flow out from the jar. The way it defied gravity fascinated Ivy and Jace. For all certainty it was a liquid, yet it stayed in the air, slowly drifting yet not falling to the ground. Then with not warning at all, what she thought to be was innocent rang out in destruction. The glowing form rapidly expanded, leaving half a second of time for Ivy to think. / I really wished somebody told me about thi- / It twirled and faded into a strong blow of wind, knocking both of them onto the ground. And suddenly Ivy found herself eight again. A copy of her was standing peering behind a doorframe. Just seeing her short hair nearly made her cringe. Real Ivy had no control of anything. She wanted to move, to find out what was happening, yet she had no will over her own body. Just to watch was all she had. The thin neon glob appeared in the air. It shifted and formed letters. Just a memory. It faded. / But why? / Taken by surprise, she saw that past - Ivy had started to move just a little. And like a wave washing onto shore, all of the sound of the event drifted in. And that was when she remembered. Even though she was frozen, Ivy was nearly certain she had tensed in some way. / No, not this one. Please, I want to go back. / The one event that had caused little Ivy so much confusion, and causing so much pain. "That" one making her lose sleep, and her sudden drop in grades. "If we were to divorce, why should I," Ivy's used-to-be mother said. She had a dangerous undertone. These fights between her parents had been going for over a year now. "She's not even my daughter." Ivy wanted to not listen. To not have to hear this again. Yet she did. Suddenly the scene faded and Ivy was back with Jace, yet her eyes still squeezed, wanting to cry. Because after all of those years, she was still confused on what those words meant. [ 357 words ]
2 > " Write a scene with a sad/depressing mood, then write the same scene again with a happy mood, and finally once more with a mood of your choice (e.g. humorous, hopeful, fearful). 100 words per scene, for a total of 300! " . . . [ hopeful ] A young girl swooped back and forth on the swing, hanging from an old oak. She was humming a soft, melodious song. Alongside, birds chirped cheerfully. Above, the sky was a light, hopeful, shade of gray, glowing rays of the sun almost gleaming through. If one were to look hard enough, they could nearly imagine it. The cool breeze blew through the emerald leaves of the tree, bringing a sense of calm and cool to the summer afternoon. A before aura of rain hung in the air, as if saying it were soon to come to visit the land, but just not quite yet. [ fearful ] A girl sat on a rope swing, humming an eerie tune. The swing hung from a large, old tree, one that had seen many events of all that ever happened there. No one really knew why the girl was there. The sky above was a churning, threatening grey, on the verge of a storm. Birds flew over the top of the tree, loud infrequent chirps sounding threats in the air. The sun just barely ever peeked through clouds in the distance, a flashlight in the mood of night. A chilly breeze whirred past, sifting through the leaves against the tree's own will. [ cheerful ] A girl was swinging lightly on the swing, her honey blonde hair shining despite the gray sky. Her toes bounced against the Earth, as she hummed a tune. Her music blew away in the wind, carrying the sound out past the field. Yellow birds chirped in the air, conversing with one another, flying and building homes. The tree from which the swing hung tilted, as if dancing to the girl and bird's song. The breeze around them seemed full of life too, twirling past flowers and the tree, adding to nature's party. The sun's rays seemed to want to join in too, yet the clouds of coming rain held it back. Yet barely, you could still see what was left of a golden shining ray, perhaps one or two. [ 338 words ] -- -- -- part two [non-fiction] because scratch said no - https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/601764558/
