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62: swc weekly week 3! at 10:56:00 AM 18/7/20204233321

forinahlovesanimals wrote:

-IcicIe- wrote:

Hey guys! Hope you're enjoying SWC

Our new weekly activity is centred around… world building! This is for those of you who enjoy writing fantasy / sci-fi / dystopian and anything that has a more complex system than our current world. If you’re more of a realistically inclined person, maybe this activity will help you broaden your horizons! So, here’s our activity, and you must complete all of the steps!

1. Draw a map of your world / country. This will help you make it more realistic and clearer in your mind.
2. Climate? Topography? Magic? Name? Establish general things about your world. Minimum of 300 words.
3. Come up with the laws there! These can be from the laws of magic to laws similar to those in today's society. Minimum of 200 words.
4. Who lives there? Humans, animals, fairies, dragons? Provide as much detail as to why and how these beings came to live in your country in at least 300 words.
5. Finally, write a story based around your world! It can be as simple as your main character waking up in this world, or a full-on book! Minimum of 1000 words.

What you have to do for 750 points:
~ Share a project with the map
~ Share word counts of all other steps (the minimum word count overall is 1800)

Let's do this!

If you have any questions, just ask in this forum or on my profile
What is the time limit?

Well it’s the weekly challenge so I guess until next week when the new one comes out xD
Hahaha I love this, it is exactly what my first SWC was like, I didn't do any daily's, the weekly's or even contribute to any cabin wars, hope you do well in the competition (*me feeling very self-conscious about my own entry) xxFP
60: SWC Weekly at 6:55:09 PM 10/7/20204210329
This is my story it has a word count of 1206 words I think

Just a little note this is in Munster Irish and will probably be quite hard to read

I. Amach.


I. Amach.

Análaigh.

Fágaim a gcuid sceitimíní agus gáire i mo dhiaidh agus mé ag rith ar shiúl. Leanaim bealach a bhfuil aithne agam air mar chúl mo láimhe. Ar chúl na scoile, sroicheann mé an doras adhmaid, lena phéint feannadh agus a chompord ar an eolas. Deir an comhartha rósta ar a éadan “Coinnigh Amach” i litreacha troma, fola-dearga.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Análaigh.

Déanaim neamhaird ar an gcomhartha, mar a bhí i gcónaí, agus téim isteach. Scaoileann an stench pungent mo nostrils a luaithe a osclaím an doras. Soláthairtí glantacháin agus dífhabhtán bliana d’aois a ndearnadh dearmad orthu le fada. Tá an boladh ar eolas agam. Tá sé bliana caite agam i bhfolach sa seomra stórais beag dingy seo. Tá sé cosúil le mo theach.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Análaigh.

Tá a fhios agam cá stash mé mo penknife. Scramble mé thar cliathbhoscaí agus málaí agus sroicheann mé suas go cúl an tseilf barr. Agus mé ag tarraingt mo lámh síos feicim go bhfuil sé clúdaithe le deannach dorcha liath. Ní bhacfainn leis é a scuabadh. Suíonn an penknife i mo dhorn clenched. Ag fanacht.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Análaigh.

Is breá liom an fhuaim agus mé ag scian an scian.

I. Amach.

Brúigh mé é i gcoinne mo láimhe. Tá an brú chomh eolach.

I. Amach.

Tarraingim é trasna mo lámh. De réir mar a théann fuil amach, wince mé. Ach táim cleachtaithe leis an bpian. In éineacht leis an ngearradh úr, tá coilm ann. Scars ó inné, an tseachtain seo caite, an mhí seo caite. Suíonn an gearradh úr ansin, cosúil le béal gaping. Mothaíonn an pian go maith.

Análaigh.

* * *

Nuair a shiúlann mé ar ais isteach sa rang tarraingítear mo sleeves thar mo chaol na láimhe, tá mo chuid gruaige crochta os cionn m’aghaidh. Tá na súile go léir ormsa, ag tolladh poll i mo chúl. Is fuath liom é. Is fuath liom an aird.

Glacaim mo shuíochán agus tarraingím i mo chathaoir. Is cosúil go bhfuil fuaim na gcosa cruach ag tarraingt ar an urlár crua bodhar. Déantar saothar ar mo chuid análaithe ach tá mo chroí ag rásaíocht. Nílim ag breathnú suas. Tá a fhios agam go bhfuil an múinteoir ag tabhairt an cuma sin dom. An ceann a raibh súile feasach air agus béal casta síos ag na coirnéil. An cuma trua sin. Stopann an tost go tobann nuair a ghlanann duine a scornach. Is é an cineál casachta “ag bogadh ar aghaidh” é a bhfuil aithne mhaith agam air.


Níl mé cinnte cén rang é seo, agus is cuma liom. Is cuimhin liom go raibh cúram orm. Is cuimhin liom go mbeinn ag teacht abhaile leis an gclúdach mór donn sin. Thabharfadh Daid an scian as an tarraiceán agus scoiltfeadh sé go cúramach é. Beidh mé i mo shuí ar an tolg leathair, ag greamú ar lámh Mam agus ag preabadh go corraitheach. Fáisceoidh sí mo lámh agus brúfaidh mé a cúl, agus féachfaidh sí orm amhail is gur mise an t-aon rud a bhí tábhachtach.

Is cuimhin liom cathain a thógfaí an páipéar as an gclúdach. Úr agus nua agus lán de As, stampáilte go néata i mbosca in aice le gach ábhar. Bheadh ​​Mam ag gáire, ag taispeáint a cuid fiacla go léir, agus phiocfadh Daid mé agus chuirfeadh sé timpeall orm. Bhraith mé mar a bhí mé ag eitilt.

Is cuimhin liom é sin. Is cuimhin liom mo thuismitheoirí.

Ach gach lá maolaíonn an chuimhne beagán.

Tugtar ar ais dom mo chéadfaí nuair a bhuaileann rud éigin mo chos. Liathróid páipéir atá ann, scrofa suas beag. Cloisim na sniggers ó chúl an ranga. Piocaim an páipéar, ach nílim á fhorbairt. Ina áit sin, chuir mé é i mo mhála. Ní fhéachaim i mo dhiaidh.

* * *

Níos déanaí an lá sin, táim i mo shuí ar mo leaba. Tá mo bhileoga daite agus crumpled. Ba chóir dom iad a athrú, ach ní dóigh liom é. Faighim an liathróid páipéir agus nocht mé é. “Tá tú níos gránna inniu.” Léigh mé é uair eile, sula ndéanfainn é a leathadh go hiomlán. Bioráin mé é ar an gclár corc thar mo leaba, taobh le píosaí páipéir crumpled eile díreach cosúil leis. Is meabhrúchán dom féin é, ar eagla go ndéanfainn dearmad. Ní dhearna mé dearmad riamh.

Trudge mé thíos staighre, mo chosa fuar i gcoinne urlár marmair na cistine. Ní dóigh liom go bhfuil an teach seo te ó bhí Mam agus Daid anseo.


Tá na caibinéid folamh, seachas canna pónairí bácáilte. Tá siad as dáta ach is cuma liom. Caithim iad i sáspan agus casaim an gás. Tá mo lámh claonta beagán ró-ghar don lasair agus braithim mo mhéar á dhó. Níl a fhios agam an ndéanfaidh mé é ar chuspóir nó nach ndéanfaidh. Níl a fhios agam rud ar bith níos mó.


* * *

Tá sé déanach agus táim tuirseach. Luigh mé ar mo leaba agus dúnann mé mo shúile. Dealraíonn sé soicind níos déanaí nuair a dhúisím le scread. Tá allais sáite i mo leaba agus tá íomhánna splancacha i m’intinn. Soilse dearga, gloine bhriste, an domhan ag athrú go mall. Is féidir liom rudaí a chloisteáil freisin: adharc carr, Daid ag dul, an gaothscáth ag briseadh ina phíosaí beaga.

Croithim mo cheann agus seasann mé. Ní cuimhin liom é. Ní cuimhin liom an timpiste.

Ní féidir liom codladh anois, mar sin tosaím ag pacáil mála. Níl a fhios agam cad atá á dhéanamh agam, ach braitheann sé i gceart. Glacaim cúpla éadaí agus mo phas. Fágaim na píosaí páipéir ar an gcorcchlár. Táim ar líne. Tá roinnt eitiltí saor go Manchain. Bhí fonn orm riamh dul go Manchain. Rugadh Daid ansin.

Táim ag an doras nuair a thuigim a bhfuil á dhéanamh agam. Éiríonn mo chuid análaithe rua agus tosaím ag lagú. Tá an domhan ag sníomh.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Breathe.

D’fhág mo thuismitheoirí airgead dom. Is páiste aonair mé, mar sin is liomsa an chuid is mó dá gcuid rudaí anois. D’oibrigh siad go crua, agus bhí an t-airgead acu le taispeáint dó. Tá a fhios agam go croíúil na sonraí bainc agus sonraí an chárta creidmheasa. Sílim, ar bhealach éigin, go raibh a fhios agam i gcónaí go dtiocfadh an lá seo.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Breathe.

Níl sé chomh déanach agus a cheap mé, níl ann ach 2 a chlog. Táim in ann tacsaí a fháil. Cuireann solas geal an chomhartha tacsaí iontas orm ar feadh nóiméid agus tugaim faoi deara agus mé ag dreapadh sa chúl, ag tarraingt mo mhála i mo dhiaidh.


“Ceart go leor, a ghrá?” a fhiafraíonn an tiománaí.

Laghdaíonn sí nuair nach bhfreagraím.

“Aerfort.” Éiríonn liom a rá.

Cuireann sé iontas orm cé chomh tirim agus atá mo scornach.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Breathe.

Téimid ann níos gasta ná mar a bhí súil agam, agus de réir mar a fhágfaidh mé an tacsaí glacaim súil an tiománaí. Tá imní uirthi, ach ní deir sí tada.

Tá an t-aerfort níos ciúine ná mar a bhí súil agam leis. Siúilim go socair chun seiceáil isteach, agus ansin chun slándála. Tá mé 18, ach faighim spéaclaí aisteach ón bhfoireann fós.

Ní bhuailfidh an scaoll mé go dtí go sroicheann mé an geata. Geata 39.

Bhí Mam 39.

I. Amach.

I. Amach.

Breathe.

Tá mo cheann ag puntáil, taobh le mo chroí, agus mothaíonn sé go bhfuil duine ina shuí ar mo bhrollach.

I. Amach.

Tugtar Eitilt E3478. Breathnaím ar mo phas bordála. Sin é mo eitilt.

Chuir mé cos amháin os comhair an chinn eile go dtí go bhfaighidh mé mo shuíochán. Is féidir liom saol nua a thosú. Chonaic mé sean-árasán ar líne, gar do lár na cathrach.

I. Amach.

Ba mhaith liom mo penknife. Ba mhaith liom an flick a chloisteáil. Ba mhaith liom an brú a mhothú.

Ach ní féidir leat penknife a thabhairt leat ar eitleán.

Breathe.
aww thank you, that means a lot xx
Oh my god, guys, I'm so sorry I had a lad of family stuff and online school and I honestly just never got back to scratch. I'm afraid I still won't have time to do the judging but all the entries were amazing. If you were looking for something else I would highly recommend SWC (scratch writing camp) it is really beneficial for your writing skills and there's a nice competitive aspect also.
Again so sorry, thanks,
FP
57: YVM entry: Housing Crisis at 10:30:45 PM 18/4/20203941627
This is amazing well done
REGISTRATION IS NOW CLOSED
The competiton has now started. Each group's prompts will be available in their studios. All ROUND ONE entries are due by 12am Friday 17th April. Comment your entries here https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/26211533/

Pickle_35 wrote:

Heyo! I'm in the Climate Change group. So….does the competition start tomorrow? If so, how do I prepare?
Hi, yes the competition does start tomorrow *yikes* there is nothing you can really do to prepare but maybe start thinking about some ideas for your piece. The prompts will be released at 6pm GMT
52: Itch - Think, Code, Add at 11:53:40 PM 4/4/20203914384
Whoooooooooo you go girl
51:  Apple Topic  at 8:02:47 PM 3/4/20203912210

scramaso wrote:

Morimop wrote:

scramaso wrote:

Morimop wrote:

i had iPad

i broke it like 5 times
clap clap

also why everybody has iPad but nobody has Mac or iPhone
because you need to sell one of kidneys to buy an iPhone

at least in my country
it’s not your country it’s the entire world
Eh…… I'm thirteen and I have an IPhone 11, IPad Pro, a macbook and airpods and I didn't have to sell anything
50: Your Voice Matters Writing Comp at 8:00:13 PM 3/4/20203912205
BUMP
Hi
This is the announcements page for YVM.
More details will be released later.
If you are interested in entering or would like to know more go to the YVM studio https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/26151032/
Feel free to ask any questions below
48: Your Voice Matters Writing Comp at 9:48:06 PM 2/4/20203910279
HI
This is the annoucements page for YVM.
More details will be released later.
If you are interested in entering or would like to know more go to the YVM studio https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/26151032/
Feel free to ask any questions below
47: Profile pic at 4:11:10 PM 2/4/20203909684
Something like this
Hi is there a specific order form I need to fill out for a request?
45: The Pilot at 11:29:16 PM 28/3/20203894125
This is amazing well done
44: Hope - A Short Story at 10:35:49 PM 28/3/20203894073
Hiiiii. So I've already read this story back on one of the SWC forums and I thought it was great. I just have a few questions. 1. How does Hope know Jason is calling her and 2. How does Tristan know sign language? Overall as I already said it was great.
BTW how did you get on in the competition.

StarriCerulean wrote:

We stopped at a McDonalds and Daddy went inside and got me a Happy Meal. After I had finished Mammy told me to try sleep but I couldn't I wanted my own bed. The car isn't very comfortable.
I think this should be-
We stopped at a McDonalds, and Daddy went inside and got me a Happy Meal. After I had finished, Mammy told me to try to sleep but I couldn't because I wanted my own bed. The car isn't very comfortable.

Then they saw me. I thought they would give out but Mammy just told me to pack a little bag with a few spare knickers and socks and a change of clothes.

I think the italicized sentence is a little confusing.

It is very cold. My dollies will miss me. This holiday is boring. I want to go home
I think it should be this
It is very cold. My dollies will miss me. This holiday is boring. I want to go home.

And be consistent with your spaces after a period. Most people do either 1 or 2 spaces after a period. If you do 2 then you need to add another space after some of your periods. If you do 1, then you need to remove a space after
It is very cold.

I hope this helps
Thanks I submitted it yesterday and with the help grammarly I think it's ok, did you like the story line?