The Sndbox Summer Camp is a project started by @anomadsoul and @guyfawkes4-20 with the purpose of discovering and supporting strong content creators within the Steem community. The Camp consists of several creative content quests, which eventually lead to a summer program in June where they will receive guidance, training and all the help they may need. From there, a handful of participants will be nominated for Cohort 2 of Sndbox (August 1st - December 1st) where they will receive support to develop projects and impact their community.
This post is designed to raise awareness and visibility towards content made by the winners of the last quest. But, before we get to that, here's a list of all the previous quests and their winners. Currently, we have 38 people eligible for the final quest at the end of May, and we are going to hold two more quests in the following weeks. The people mentioned in this post are in no particular order.
|Travel, Food & Homesteading||@mountainjewel, @travelgirl, @amymya, @maverickinvictus, @raj808, @anna-mi, @evecab, @fivefiveeleven, @wanderlass, @travelling-two , @livinguktaiwan.|
|Photography & Filmmaking||@vadimlasca, @rubencress, @artizm, @victorcovrig, @dmcamera, @mnallica, @tristanoliff, @seenitallfilms, @akbarrafs.|
|Philosophy, Psychology & Sociologyemail@example.com, @goldeejay, @revisesociology, @dedicatedguy, @whatamidoing, @iamjadeline, @ericha, @leebaong.|
Last week we announced the Writing Quest and after analyzing every entry, we came up with the list of winners, you can read more about it here. Down below, you have the list of winners and the articles they wrote for the quest, make sure to check them out and maybe even give the authors a follow.
|About the Article|
|@lindahas: It had been 142 years. She had counted every single one of them. Every day, every second... She stood in an older, wooden building. The best room that could be offered was hers. Still, her nose was wrinkled like she smelled something disgusting. For her it was filth. All of it. The dark side.|
|@jakeybrown: Liquid glass rolls by, the earthy green Amazon threatens to envelope us... Time doesn't slow, but there's more space to appreciate the surroundings of the little motorboat that carries our group. Everyone is in high spirits and enjoying the ride, laughing, talking, taking in the jungle scenery.|
|@catalincernat: Costel had been sitting in the same place for two hours, still as a corpse, just like the taxi he was driving. His car was a red Dacia Logan and you could tell by its smell that it was brand new. It was Costel’s pride and joy. He had named it “The Red Fury” and could not stop looking at it painting a vivid picture in his head of all the urban adventures he would share with Fury.|
|@rasamuel: One thing I’ll tell you, though. One thing I’ll really tell you—you can’t know anything for certain. Take the well beside which I stood with my sister, for example. Amazing well. Made of rings and all. Huge ass rings, of cements about six inches thick and everything. Really huge.|
|@nobyeni: PATCH_67 processed. Proceed. Time stamp recorded and attached for future reference. Database copied and released. All authority tags revoked. Delete overhaul option successful. System independent. Functioning 100%. As the message appeared on the screen, the crowd started to cheer.|
|@warpedpoetic: The old man cleaned his lips with a soiled handkerchief, he had pulled out from his coat pocket. His hands shook with the effort but he got the spittle from his beard and the sides of his lips. He pushed the soiled cloth back into his pocket and stared at his plate.|
|@tifaong: It's scariest because you are a STRANGER to everything. You're like a fish out of water, feeling so awkward because you're in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. Best of all, there's nothing familiar about you during the travel. It's the most liberating because you're free of judgments.|
|@gabriellecd: She did not know how long it had been, maybe a few minutes, maybe a whole decade. She slowly opened her eyes with as much speed as a tortoise, seeing a white blinding light that made her close them again. Little by little, her brown, almost black eyes adapted to the brightness of the room.|
|@imaginedragon: The house was revolting; you could smell it from the street. The smell was coming into the car vents, as I pulled up. The scent made you instantly throw up. Most of the officer's dinners were all over the front yard. The crime scene was contaminated.|
|@maxiemoses-eu: With my eyes above the waves of wonder, who would take me deeper than my feet could dare to wonder? Who will call me? When my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters, who will call me forth?|
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