JC20092009 wrote:

Hi everyone!

Hi!

JC20092009 wrote:

Hi everyone!

Do you mind if I take over the order that TheShadowLibrarian was working on (since they're leaving)? Or has someone else already claimed it?

boom2ratz wrote:

JC20092009 wrote:

Hi everyone!

Do you mind if I take over the order that TheShadowLibrarian was working on (since they're leaving)? Or has someone else already claimed it?

Nope, you totally can!

Wait have I responded to the activity check

Yeetoburro1 wrote:

Wait have I responded to the activity check

I think so. Either way, you kind of just did

JC20092009 wrote:

boom2ratz wrote:

JC20092009 wrote:

Hi everyone!

Do you mind if I take over the order that TheShadowLibrarian was working on (since they're leaving)? Or has someone else already claimed it?

Nope, you totally can!

Oh, cool, thanks! Could I just know what the thing ordered was? Just to know and continue the story

boom2ratz wrote:

JC20092009 wrote:

boom2ratz wrote:

JC20092009 wrote:

Hi everyone!

Do you mind if I take over the order that TheShadowLibrarian was working on (since they're leaving)? Or has someone else already claimed it?

Nope, you totally can!

Oh, cool, thanks! Could I just know what the thing ordered was? Just to know and continue the story

I believe they asked to write a fiction story or something? I'm not sure, it might be best to ask ShadowLibrarian for the details.

Hi! I made a website for StoryShop and I will be publishing it! It will increase our publicity big time.

150th post!!!

Oh, you know that order I claimed? I'll need someone else to do the ad. I'm trying to focus on WC:TA and my MAP rn so I'm not gonna be able to make it in a decent amount of time.

Username: cong
Service for your story: advert project art
The whole thing?: I need a teenage boy age around 15 with dark hair and light brown skin tone running down a dark corridor. No, not an animation. Preferably done with vector and in a Scratch project with OK resolution. I will give full credit
Length in words: not needed
Story link: not needed
How should we contact you: profile or TIPS

JC20092009 wrote:

TheShadowLibrarian wrote:

JC20092009 wrote:

TheShadowLibrarian wrote:

Hello! I am really sorry, but as I am going on an indefinite half-hiatus and I have been stuck on this, would someone mind taking over my order? I am really, really sorry.
Here is what I have done so far! I know it is really bad.
Matilda was walking home. After a miserable day at school, the last thing she wanted to do was to work through the catch-up work. Perhaps, if her mother was there, if she hadn't given up on her, she would still be happy and going to school regularly. No-one there bothered to help, so what was the point? Her dad tried so hard to help her, but seeing as he was falling into bad habits to forget the pain, what was she meant to do?
She longed for a friend, someone to trust, but that would never happen. After all, she wasn't pretty, smart or sporty! Often she flt she was invisible, and however hard she tried, she couldn't be noticed.

“It's useless. Why.. Am I still here?” She thought aloud. She had reached home. Th lights where on. Her dad was drinking again, and she was seriously tempted to join him.

Yet she didn't. She went up to here room, sat down and started working. And only finished at 3 o'clock.

On the way to school, she was feeling desperate. Matilda was scrolling through her social media feeds, when she came across a post- overcoming grief. She had seen these before, but this one stood out to her. This one seemed special, as the subtitle was- With Music.

However much Matilda may have wanted to try the method straight away, she also wanted to be on time.

When she sat down for registration, on time, she eagerly listened to her name.

But it never came.

All she heard was “Late as usual I bet.” And she was the only one not called out.

It didn't get any better through the rest of the day.

In Art, no-one looked at her self-portrait, the first piece of work she had been proud of in a long time.

In English, her poem was the only one not read out, from a class of 38.

In maths, her book was missing and no-one helped find it.

In languages, they were doing a group aural test. That didn't end well.



She walked home feeling extremely upset, before remembering the recommended playlist.

There was no noticeable difference, so she went home more upset than usual.



Over the next couple of months, the same thing would happen. Matilda fell back into her old pattern of being late or never turning up, but she also tried many “mental health playlists”. None worked, not for her.





She needed something to pull her out of the dark time she was in, but nothing helped.

Basically, my idea was for her to keep on trying new methods, until giving up. She then decides she needs to do it herself and help others, she forms a group of young people who had been through a lot of grief.
Once again, I am so so sorry!! Just I really need a break.

The hiatus is totally fine, I completely understand. It would be nice if you told us how long (a week, two weeks, a month). You don’t have to, but it would be helpful in case there is an activity check.

Thank you! I am aiming for a month, but I am probably going to fall at 2 weeks. Would I be able to quit then re-join when I am back? Just so I can come back before/ after I guessed, and if I want to take a bit longer for doing writing.

Sure you can! We’ll keep you as an employee, you won’t lose your position, you’ll just be excused from activity checks and you won’t be expected to claim or finish claimed orders. Is that ok?

That's awesome, thanks!

boom2ratz wrote:

TheShadowLibrarian wrote:

Hello! I am really sorry, but as I am going on an indefinite half-hiatus and I have been stuck on this, would someone mind taking over my order? I am really, really sorry.

I wouldn't mind if someone else hasn't already agreed! Could I just know on what page the order is (and who asked it)? Btw, the work you already did was good!

NO-one else has asked, so you can! It is a ralistic fiction piece, asked for by@_MankyBoi_ on page 2 https://scratch-mit-edu.ezproxy.canberra.edu.au/discuss/topic/423997/?page=2
Thank you so much for taking over!

TheShadowLibrarian wrote:

boom2ratz wrote:

TheShadowLibrarian wrote:

Hello! I am really sorry, but as I am going on an indefinite half-hiatus and I have been stuck on this, would someone mind taking over my order? I am really, really sorry.

I wouldn't mind if someone else hasn't already agreed! Could I just know on what page the order is (and who asked it)? Btw, the work you already did was good!

NO-one else has asked, so you can! It is a ralistic fiction piece, asked for by@_MankyBoi_ on page 2 https://scratch-mit-edu.ezproxy.canberra.edu.au/discuss/topic/423997/?page=2
Thank you so much for taking over!

No problem! Claimed, I guess?

Username: @_MankyBoi_
Service for your story: I need a story writer
The whole thing? yep
Story link:
How should we contact you: on my profile

Can The story please be realistic and fiction.
codeword: Page

Matilda was walking home. After a miserable day at school, the last thing she wanted to do was to work through the catch-up work. Perhaps, if her mother was there, if she hadn't given up on her, she would still be happy and going to school regularly. No-one there bothered to help, so what was the point? Her dad tried so hard to help her, but seeing as he was falling into bad habits to forget the pain, what was she meant to do?
She longed for a friend, someone to trust, but that would never happen. After all, she wasn't pretty, smart or sporty! Often she felt she was invisible, and however hard she tried, she couldn't be noticed.
“It's useless. Why am I still here?” She thought aloud. She had reached home. The lights were on. Her dad was drinking again, and she was seriously tempted to join him.
Yet she didn't. She went up to her room, sat down and started working. And only finished at 3 o'clock.
On the way to school, she was feeling desperate. Matilda was scrolling through her social media feeds, when she came across a post-overcoming grief. She had seen these before, but this one stood out to her. This one seemed special, as the subtitle was- With Music.
However much Matilda may have wanted to try the method straight away, she also wanted to be on time.
When she sat down for registration, on time, she eagerly listened to her name.
But it never came.
All she heard was “Late as usual I bet.” And she was the only one not called out.
It didn't get any better through the rest of the day.
In Art, no-one looked at her self-portrait, the first piece of work she had been proud of in a long time.
In English, her poem was the only one not read out, from a class of 38.
In maths, her book was missing and no-one helped find it.
In languages, they were doing a group aural test. That didn't end well.
She walked home feeling extremely upset, before remembering the recommended playlist.
There was no noticeable difference, so she went home more upset than usual.
Over the next couple of months, the same thing would happen. Matilda fell back into her old pattern of being late or never turning up, but she also tried many “mental health playlists”. None worked, not for her.
She needed something to pull her out of the dark time she was in, but nothing helped.
One day, Matilda saw something out in the garden while doing her homework. She stood up, dropped her pen and looked out the window. It was a raccoon, climbing up a tree. Matilda ran downstairs and out the door.
The raccoon was eating some berries quietly. So Matilda started slowly climbing up the tree. Once she got to the top, she reached out her hand. The raccoon looked at her, it stared at her. Slowly, it climbed onto her hand.
Matilda climbed back down the tree, the animal still in her hands. She took the little thing inside and gave him her old teddy bear.
The raccoon paused for a second, before jumping on and ripping apart the teddy bear.
Matilda went outside and took the raccoon to the park. People stared at her, but she didn’t really care.
And then, suddenly, the raccoon ran away. Matilda was left feeling sad again.
“Hello! Can someone help me?” asked an old lady.
Matilda looked around. The lady was looking up at her ginger cat, who was stuck in a tree. Matilda hesitated before walking over to the tree, picking up the cat and handing it to the lady.
The lady thanked Matilda, who walked over to a little boy with a tennis racket.
“What are you doing?” asked Matilda.
“I want to play tennis, but no one will play with me!”
“I’ll play with you!”
Matilda and the boy played for an hour. After that, Matilda felt a warm feeling inside her, a feeling she had not felt for a while.
Matilda helped more people and was no longer sad all the time.
One day, she found three kids near the grocery store. Matilda went over to say hello, but “hello” became a conversation. When Matilda finished talking about herself and her situation, they said that their parents had died a few months before.
Apparently, the kids were triplets. They explained how they started doing meditation and got over it, getting better grades and exercising. Matilda started hanging out with these kids, and she was never sad again.


I finished the order that TheShadowLibrarian started! Here it is!

boom2ratz wrote:

Username: @_MankyBoi_
Service for your story: I need a story writer
The whole thing? yep
Story link:
How should we contact you: on my profile

Can The story please be realistic and fiction.
codeword: Page

Matilda was walking home. After a miserable day at school, the last thing she wanted to do was to work through the catch-up work. Perhaps, if her mother was there, if she hadn't given up on her, she would still be happy and going to school regularly. No-one there bothered to help, so what was the point? Her dad tried so hard to help her, but seeing as he was falling into bad habits to forget the pain, what was she meant to do?
She longed for a friend, someone to trust, but that would never happen. After all, she wasn't pretty, smart or sporty! Often she felt she was invisible, and however hard she tried, she couldn't be noticed.
“It's useless. Why am I still here?” She thought aloud. She had reached home. The lights were on. Her dad was drinking again, and she was seriously tempted to join him.
Yet she didn't. She went up to her room, sat down and started working. And only finished at 3 o'clock.
On the way to school, she was feeling desperate. Matilda was scrolling through her social media feeds, when she came across a post-overcoming grief. She had seen these before, but this one stood out to her. This one seemed special, as the subtitle was- With Music.
However much Matilda may have wanted to try the method straight away, she also wanted to be on time.
When she sat down for registration, on time, she eagerly listened to her name.
But it never came.
All she heard was “Late as usual I bet.” And she was the only one not called out.
It didn't get any better through the rest of the day.
In Art, no-one looked at her self-portrait, the first piece of work she had been proud of in a long time.
In English, her poem was the only one not read out, from a class of 38.
In maths, her book was missing and no-one helped find it.
In languages, they were doing a group aural test. That didn't end well.
She walked home feeling extremely upset, before remembering the recommended playlist.
There was no noticeable difference, so she went home more upset than usual.
Over the next couple of months, the same thing would happen. Matilda fell back into her old pattern of being late or never turning up, but she also tried many “mental health playlists”. None worked, not for her.
She needed something to pull her out of the dark time she was in, but nothing helped.
One day, Matilda saw something out in the garden while doing her homework. She stood up, dropped her pen and looked out the window. It was a raccoon, climbing up a tree. Matilda ran downstairs and out the door.
The raccoon was eating some berries quietly. So Matilda started slowly climbing up the tree. Once she got to the top, she reached out her hand. The raccoon looked at her, it stared at her. Slowly, it climbed onto her hand.
Matilda climbed back down the tree, the animal still in her hands. She took the little thing inside and gave him her old teddy bear.
The raccoon paused for a second, before jumping on and ripping apart the teddy bear.
Matilda went outside and took the raccoon to the park. People stared at her, but she didn’t really care.
And then, suddenly, the raccoon ran away. Matilda was left feeling sad again.
“Hello! Can someone help me?” asked an old lady.
Matilda looked around. The lady was looking up at her ginger cat, who was stuck in a tree. Matilda hesitated before walking over to the tree, picking up the cat and handing it to the lady.
The lady thanked Matilda, who walked over to a little boy with a tennis racket.
“What are you doing?” asked Matilda.
“I want to play tennis, but no one will play with me!”
“I’ll play with you!”
Matilda and the boy played for an hour. After that, Matilda felt a warm feeling inside her, a feeling she had not felt for a while.
Matilda helped more people and was no longer sad all the time.
One day, she found three kids near the grocery store. Matilda went over to say hello, but “hello” became a conversation. When Matilda finished talking about herself and her situation, they said that their parents had died a few months before.
Apparently, the kids were triplets. They explained how they started doing meditation and got over it, getting better grades and exercising. Matilda started hanging out with these kids, and she was never sad again.


I finished the order that TheShadowLibrarian started! Here it is!

Great! I proofread it on Grammarly, this is the edited version:


Matilda was walking home. After a miserable day at school, the last thing she wanted to do was to work through the catch-up work. Perhaps, if her mother were there, if she hadn’t given up on her, she would still be happy and regularly going to school. No-one there bothered to help, so what was the point? Her dad tried so hard to help her, but seeing as he was falling into bad habits to forget the pain, what was she meant to do?
She longed for a friend, someone to trust, but that would never happen. After all, she wasn’t pretty, smart, or sporty! Often she felt she was invisible, and however hard Matilda tried, nobody noticed her.
“It’s useless. Why am I still here?” Matilda thought aloud. She entered her house and saw that the lights were on. Her dad was drinking again, and she was seriously tempted to join him.
Yet she didn’t. She went up to her room, sat down, and started working. And she finished at only 3 o’clock.
On the way to school, she felt desperate. Matilda was scrolling through her social media feeds when she came across a post-overcoming grief. She had seen these before, but this one stood out to her. This one seemed special, as the subtitle was- With Music.
Matilda wanted to try the method straight away, but she also wanted to be on time.
When she sat down for registration, on time, she eagerly listened to her name.
But it never came.
All she heard was, “Late, as usual, I bet.” And she was the only one not called out.
It didn’t get any better through the rest of the day.
In Art, no-one looked at her self-portrait, the first piece of work she had been proud of in a long time.
In English, her poem was the only one not read out loud, from a class of 38.
In maths, her book was missing, and no-one helped find it.
In languages, they were doing a group aural test. That didn’t end well.
She walked home, feeling extremely upset before remembering the recommended playlist.
There was no noticeable difference, so she went home more upset than usual.
Over the next couple of months, the same thing would happen. Matilda fell back into her old pattern of being late or never turning up, but she also tried many “mental health playlists”. None worked, not for her.
She just needed something to pull her out of the dark time she was in, but nothing helped.
One day, Matilda saw something out in the garden while doing her homework. She stood up, dropped her pen, and looked out the window. It was a raccoon, climbing up a tree. Matilda ran downstairs and out the door.
The raccoon was eating some berries quietly. So Matilda started slowly climbing up the tree. Once she got to the top, she reached out her hand. The raccoon looked at her, and it stared at her. Slowly, it climbed onto her hand.
Matilda climbed back down the tree, the animal still in her hands. She took the little thing inside and gave him her old teddy bear.
The raccoon paused for a second, before jumping on and ripping apart the teddy bear.
Matilda went outside and took the raccoon to the park. People looked at her funny, but suddenly, the raccoon ran away. Matilda was left feeling sad again.
“Hello! Can someone help me?” asked an old lady.
Matilda looked around. The lady was looking up at her ginger cat. The cat sat in a tree, out of the lady’s reach. Matilda hesitated before walking over to the tree, picking up the cat and handing it to the lady.
The lady thanked Matilda, who walked over to a little boy with a tennis racket.
“What are you doing?” asked Matilda.
“I want to play tennis, but no one will play with me!”
“I’ll play with you!”
Matilda and the boy played for an hour. After that, Matilda felt a warm feeling inside her, a feeling she had not felt for a while.
Matilda helped more people and was no longer sad all the time.
One day, she found three kids near the grocery store. Matilda went over to say hello, but “hello” became a conversation. When Matilda finished talking about herself and her situation, they said that their parents had died a few months before.
The kids were triplets. They explained how they started doing meditation and got over it, getting better grades and exercising. Matilda started hanging out with these kids, and she was never sad again.

EDIT: I added the completed order to your record. Complete two more orders, and you will be eligible for a bonus

qrcool wrote:

Oh, you know that order I claimed? I'll need someone else to do the ad. I'm trying to focus on WC:TA and my MAP rn so I'm not gonna be able to make it in a decent amount of time.

Ok, I’ll take over.

JC20092009 wrote:

EDIT: I added the completed order to your record. Complete two more orders, and you will be eligible for a bonus

Thanks!

boom2ratz wrote:

JC20092009 wrote:

EDIT: I added the completed order to your record. Complete two more orders, and you will be eligible for a bonus

Thanks!

YW!