I'm new to this so I don't know if I'm making any mistakes but here is my daily!

Ava fell with a thud on the hard floor. She felt particularly dizzy. Ava felt lightly on her chin and saw a touch of blood scarcely applied to her finger. Lifting her head, she saw vegetation varying in types and giving off a green glow on either side of her. She looked ahead at the long, endless seeming road ahead of her. It was a discolored grey.

Ava had been trying to find the place she was looking to find for a total of two days of restless and stressful searching. She had been given a device with which she could teleport to any given place at any given time. Although instead of teleporting the user to a place of their choice it took them somewhere completely out of the blue. Not entirely out of the blue though. It would teleport the user to a place of which was logged in the user's memory.

Ava remembered could remember coming to this place as a child. She and her parents had gone on a most wonderous walk through the beautiful path. She could remember the fruits on the trees being ripe, gently picking them with her small hands, passing one to both her Mother and Father. It brought tears to her eyes to think of them. They were gone now. She tried to remember where the path lead. Without a second thought, she strode down the pathway. She completely abandoned the mission.

After around thirty minutes of walking, she came upon the parking lot. Many more memories came flashing into her head, she saw her on her Father's shoulders, her Mother walking behind her. They were all enjoying themselves, laughing as they strode towards the path.

She couldn't take it anymore- despite the idea of a more hurtful place, she pulled out her device and clicked the teleportation button. A bang sounded and she landed somewhere else. before she opened her eyes she hoped hard it was the place she was looking for.


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Angel Cabin Daily: 3/1/22

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Task: Other than fantasy, what’s your favourite genre to write in? Why? Write a short passage at least 100 words long to earn a halo!

My favourite genre to write in, apart from fantasy, will probably be dark sort of stories, because I love to put detail in the death. However, this does not mean I like writing in horror, even though they are very similar.
Passage:
You could say that Demons were but a mere myth. You could tell me, like I was a little kid, that there's no monster under the bed. You could stare at me, and inform me there was no creaking from the closet. And you would be wrong.
Maybe life is going well for you today. My day couldn't be any worse. You see, although you probably won't, monsters have overtaken our world. No, not yours. Ours. Two very different worlds, mine and yours. Yours is reality. Adult life. You dismiss our fear, you laugh behind our back about our imagination. Maybe it's time. Maybe it's time to tell you how many have been Taken. Snatched. Trapped. Some have even been Replaced. Yet you, you adults, continue to reassure us about everything. “Why should one fear the dark?” you question your grown up friends, “It doesn't make sense,”.
Maybe one little thing can change your mind.
Maybe my Snatching can change your mind.
Of course. You don't know what that is. Snatching. It's when the Dark Angel takes your flesh, and your soul, well, let's say it doesn't often end up yours. For one's soul to not be Forgotten is a rare thing. When your soul isn't Forgotten, you can choose. You can be an adult, and live in reality, or become a child again. Both are bad.
My one wasn't bad. It was ghastly. There are many different ways of the first stage of being Snatched. It's what you Realities call ‘Dying’. They let me slowly, painfully die. They let it taunt me. They Drowned me. They ‘gifted’ me and let me live for a day underwater. Even when I had no more oxygen, they let me live a little longer. I tried. I really did. But I hated it so much I had to. I wanted killed myself. I tortured myself. Yet my hand, as if betraying my own thoughts, grasp for life. My hand reached out for a rescuer.
“There's no hand to help you now,” they hissed. Them. They did this to me. They let my arm cling for life for the longest, and took my old childhood friend to kill me. She held a dagger, jewelled for her ‘honour’, and she held it high. She held it with pride. Her eyes burned with success. And then she bought it down. It pierced my hand. She let me break down in pain. Then she pounced again. And again. And again.
“Lovely knowing you,” she snarled. Then she stabbed one more time.

My favorite genre (besides fantasy, of course) is either dystopia or historical fiction… its hard to choose. Those are some of my favorites because they're just SO. RELATABLE. And I think relatable books are the best because it feels like the author is trying to talk to you. Its pretty amazing when you lose yourself in a good book. Anyways, Sushi posted the daily for today, and it was to write a short passage that is a least 100+ words. So here we go–

“Giga!” shouted Tera, smiling when she saw her friend.
“Hey! Whats up?” asked Giga, as she flipped her bright, red, braided hair behind her and adjusted her sparkly purple glasses.
“Oh, nothing much. What about you?” said Tera.
“Ah, well, there's actually a lot going on with me,” said Giga, “system overloads, full databases… so much work!”
“Why are the systems overloading? Is everything okay at Cyber Fort?” asked Tera, concerned for her friend's mental health, and the safety of her kingdom.
“Yes, yes. Everything's fine. It's just… well, let me put it this way. There's this new sickness, this virus, on Earth, and the humans aren't quite sure how to deal with it. They've shut everything down, and lots of things are virtual now. They're meeting virtually, chatting virtually… everything is virtual! So everyone in Cyber Fort is scrambling to expand the databases and whatnot.” Giga tugged on a strand of loose hair and shuffled her feet nervously.
“My goodness!” exclaimed Tera, her eyes widening in surprise, “That must be so stressful… I'm sorry I have never asked before. Do you need any help?”
“No… I've got it all under control.” said Giga. But Tera felt sure that Giga wasn't telling the whole truth.

The next day, at Tera's garden…

Tera tapped the screen of her phone, and muttered curses to herself as she sat in the lush, green forest of her enormous garden.
“Why won't this thing work?!” she groaned, exasperated.
Finally, Tera got the phone to function and she called Pico.
“Hello, this is Pico's Race Cars, how may I help you?” said a monotone, automated voice. on the phone call.
“I'm…” said Tera, unsure what she needed to say, “I, uh, would like to talk to Pico.”
“Sure thing. I will connect you to Pico soon.” replied the robotic voice.
There was an awkward, silent moment as the call transferred from the automated line to Pico's personal number.
“Hello. Who is this?” said a high pitched, squeaky voice- Pico's voice!
“Hi! It's me, Tera.”
“Tera! I haven't heard from you in a while. What's new?” replied Pico's excited, squeaky voice.
“Oh nothing much, although I do need a favor…” said Tera, softly.
“Anything for you, my friend.” said Pico.
“Do you have any fast, and preferably quiet rides?”
“Why- yes, but- whatever do you need it for?” asked Pico, surprised.
“I'm traveling to Cyber Fort, and the security there is top-notch, since Giga crafted it. I wouldn't want Giga to know I am going there though.”
“Why? Actually, Tera, that's none of my business… I'll give you a ride. Just pop on over here as soon as possible.” said Pico.
“Thank you SO MUCH.” said Tera, sighing in relief. She had her transportation arranged. Next stop, Cyber Fort!

The end. That's all for today, although I might add more another time. I hope you enjoyed it!

Daily 3, it looks like a forest so i'm just gonna go with that. 447 words

Emily's feet were tiring out. Misty knew that Emily felt like she couldn't stand any longer, and didn't know why she agreed to go on this walk if she was going to tire out so quickly.
“Misty,” Emily complained. “Why did you make us go on this walk?”
“We're on holiday, Emily, and we want to see the trails,” Misty replied, sharply.
“Oh, fine,” Emily groaned. “Can we at least sit down somewhere?”
Misty rolled her eyes, it was clear she was exasperated from Emily's constant complaining. Do we seriously have to sit down here, right now, when we're literally one minute away from the village. “Emily, it's just one more minute. I'm sure you're feet won't fall off between now and the village.”
Misty pointed her finger at the village, near the end of the walking trail.
“Fine,” Emily cut in. “But I will kill you if you don't-”
“SHUT UP!” Misty yelled. “We're almost there; and you're just slowing us down.”
“Urgh,” Emily muttered under her breath. “Why does Misty make me do this?”
Misty paused for a second, and had an idea. If I talk to Emily, she'll forget all about her feet, and we'll be there inn no time! Perfect. Emily won't be complaining at least for the next few minutes.
“Hey, Emily!” Misty said, playfully.
“What? We finally get to sit down?” Emily replied, annoyed.
“No. I was thinking we could talk about our past trips,” Misty replied. “Distract you for a few minutes so you won't think about your sore feet and legs anymore,”
Emily paused, as they were walking and talking. “Sure,” Emily replied, grumbling slightly. “I guess I'll try it…”
“Great!” Misty smiled. “Alright, so my last trip was a trip to Switzerland. We went skiing-”
“You went skiing?” Emily asked. “I wish I could go skiing too,”
“I can bring you along next time!” Misty said. “It's so much fun, but also really hard as well. I've fallen over more times in the few weeks I've been in Switzerland than all the times I've been ice skating.”
“Wow, jee, that must hurt!” Emily cried. “My last holiday was to Rome. I wanted to see all the history in Rome, and it was very exciting. I even went to the Roman Colosseum. It was huge!”
“How big was it? Larger than the pictures?” Misty inquired.
“Oh, yes. It was huge! Guess they named it aptly then. They took the pictures so far away it could fit into one frame, but up close it's almost comprable to a skyscraper!” Emily exclaimed.
By this time, the two had reached a bench.
“Emily! Look, a bench. We can rest now,” Misty replied.

Daily - January 3: the place where I landed was a crossroad, and uhhh this piece kind of turned into horror?? Anyway here's a link to the place I landed http://www.mapcrunch.com/p/58.275109_25.476273_326.05_36.61_-1

You are standing at a crossroads. There are four paths. One ahead of you. One to your left; one to your right. One behind you.

On the path to your left, a sign hangs from the branch of a tree, labelled with the name of a town you've never heard of. By the path to your right is a large pile of wood and tree branches. You hear a whimper from inside and decide not to investigate further.

So you walk down the path you came along, although you're sure it's different. You were walking by the side of a road, you're certain, and this is a dusty path through a forest. You've been walking for twenty minutes when you see a group of three tractors, sitting as if they are waiting for something. Although your gut tells you to turn back, you call out. “Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I?”

The tractors turn in unison and start moving towards you, and you run, you run for the crossroads and find the path with a sign. Finding a town - any town - might be your best bet. The start of the path is shrouded by fog - was it foggy when you set off? You don't remember - and it seems like a bad idea to go down a path you can hardly see.

So you go straight on, ignoring the left-hand path and its mysterious fog, ignoring the right-hand path and the whimpering noises from inside the wood pile that seem to be getting louder and louder. You walk down the path straight ahead of you. You walk and walk, with no end in sight. You're not sure if this path even has an end any more.

After what feels like probably four hours - you don't have a watch or your phone with you - you come across a house.

Once again ignoring the feeling of danger, you slowly walk towards the imposing building.

The 3rd in-cabin daily! Star cabin. Create a character with a weird hobby!


Nilon stared at the clouds. He was lost in thought. He heard something behind him, but didn't care to look back, not even for a little glance. Nilon looked straight, and smiled when he saw a train rushing past him on the tracks. I wonder where it's going. He thought. He stood up, and walked away toward the forest which was just behind him. The train was headed that way. It wasn't too far away. Maybe five minutes walking distance. Nilon didn't care how long it would take. When he got into the forest, he sat on a wood log. He opened his notebook and began to write about a musician who loved to spend his free time daydreaming of himself riding on a train in space. This is a good story. I wonder if anyone will ever read it. Who am I kidding? I don't care if anyone reads it. It's my story and my imagination. Nilon thought. He continued t write for a little longer before he climbed up a tree. He then grabbed out his violin and began to play a melody as gracious and pure as the snow.

191 words.

3rd in-cabin daily. What's you favorite genre other than fantasy?

Genres. Genres make the story what it is. Horror, love, mystery, fiction, fairy tales, and many, oh so many more. My favorite is probably mystery. I've always been a Nancy drew fan. I, though, do enjoy fantasy. I would have chose the star cabin, but I thought I try a different genre. I love mystery because you never know what's gonna happen. You feel like the detective, and, hopefully, you can figure out the problem. Mystery intrigues and motivates you to help the detective. Once you know why, you feel like you have to finish the book. And writing a mystery is just as exciting. You make the solution, and the problem. If you do write a mystery novel, then you must brainstorm. It could be a murder, theft, breakout, and a ton more! And you, the author make everything. And as the reader, you feel involved. You get some of the clues that the detective doesn't. You get the background. And, once you start, you have to finish. You can't leave, you just can't. And as the author, you must add ups and downs, lefts and rights, clues, and traps. You, the author, have all control. And you, the reader, are the detectives right hand man/woman. And that, is my main favorite genre.



Jade
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3rd In cabin Huff Daily - Write the setting for your dystopian character to live in

01/03/2022
I picture the dystopian world that Raya and her siblings live in as looking very much like a stereotypical utopian society. I imagine most of the buildings being made of glass or white materials, most likely metal or stone. I imagine that by the time her story takes place, probably a couple hundred years in the future, fossil fuels will no longer be available to people and so humans will have turned towards another type of energy source. Most likely solar energy, but maybe also wind or water if the weather in their region allows for that kind of energy to be constantly produced.
I picture a lot of the residential houses looking very similar or completely identical to each other, further pushing the idea that conformity is a good thing (Something which I imagine plays a very big role in this society).
I also picture all the citizens of this society would be required to dress the same way, probably in pristine white outfits, and only certain jobs would allow you to wear something different than the regular uniform (I.e, high ranking government officials, medical workers, sanitation workers, etc.)
And even though the government presents this area as a perfect utopian place where everything is perfect, the opposite is actually true (Obviously, because this is a dystopian themed society).
The government doesn’t let many people progress in school past middle school, giving them just enough of an education to do menial jobs. Certain lucky students from wealthy families would be allowed to continue their studies through college and higher education only because society needs doctors and people of that nature. However, for most of the society, they are only educated up to an 8th grade level before they must find work.
And, if any people ever voice bad opinions about the way the place is run, then they will be… “Taken care of” and most likely never seen again.

huff cabin daily:


Alex was laying on the grass, he looked lifeless but he soon woke up and got up he looked around, "where am i?“ he thought, as he walked around he then found someone, ”who are you?“ he asked, there was no response from it, ”I, am but a humble spirit named wisp“ ”you look, so familiar, yet, i dont know you“ ”well do you know what happened?“ ”No, i just woke up out of nowhere and i was just here!“ ”well we wont find out what happened if we just stand here, lets go check everywhere“ ”good idea wisp" and they went on.

MAIN CABIN WEEKLY!!!!
Part one
I am Emmeline Clarke, but everybody just calls me Emmy. I am a normal girl, with a normal house, in a normal neighborhood, with an unusual neighbor. You see, there always has been something a little off about Maxwell. Maxwell and I used to be very close friends, until he stopped going to school, coming over to my house, and going outside. Every time I desperately knock on his door, his mother, Mrs. Barlow always says he's studying, or something stupid like that. I tried asking Maxwell's best friend, Elliot, what happened to him, and Elliot just said that he moved to a different school, in Madison Park where all of the rich people of Seattle lived. The only sign of Maxwell I have seen in almost a year now was his black cat, Moon, who always followed him around.
In fifth grade, Maxwell joked that his soul lived inside of Moon, which was a rather odd joke indeed. When he said that in front of the whole class, everyone just stared at him, and some people, like me, just started laughing like crazy. I remember how red Maxwell's face was after that. That was the last day I saw him, actually. At that point, I just thought that he stopped going to school because he was so embarrassed, or something. But after a few weeks, his missing seat haunted me. Rumors started spreading like the plague. Nora Woods said that he mysteriously died, and that we would never see him again. I don’t believe her. I believe Maxwell. I think that Moon is Maxwell. No matter how stupid it all sounds, I’m sure of it. And I don’t care what anyone else says.
To test my theory, I got up early in the morning, (well, if you also consider 8:30 to be early). I told my parents that I was going to take a nice, short walk around the block. I slipped on my Vans and my purple University of Washington hoodie and headed outside. I have to admit, the crisp autumn air smelled so good. I walked six houses down to Maxwell’s small townhouse. Moon was in the tiny front yard, sleeping in the soft sunlight. I quietly approached Moon, trying not to wake him. “Maxwell.” I said in a forced, calm voice. “I know you’re in there.”
Moon blinked his bright yellow eyes and thumped his sleek tail. “Can you hear me?” I asked in awe. Moon- or should I say Maxwell- blinked again. I smiled. “How did this happen?” I asked, knowing that I would most likely not get a response. He got up onto all four feet and let out a long purr. “You know I don’t know what you say.” I reminded him. He blinked again, in understanding. “Okay. I’m going to ask you a few questions. Blink once for yes, and blink twice for no.” I instructed him. “Um… are you uh… dead?” I asked. I didn’t want to sound rude or anything, but I needed to ask him this. Moon blinked twice. That meant no. I let out a sigh of relief. “Are you trapped in Moon’s body?” I asked. Weird but good question. He blinked once. That meant yes. I inhaled deeply. ‘Did… did somebody do this to you?” One blink. Yes. He pointed his tail in what seemed to be a random direction. But it wasn’t. He pointed to his neighbor, Evangeline’s house. Evangeline was a nice, old lady who baked cookies for everyone on the block. I was so confused. Did Evangeline, the old lady, really do this to Maxwell?
“Did Evangeline do this to you?” I asked, hoping he would say no. He blinked once. That meant yes. “No, no way.” I tried to tell myself. Why would anyone ever do this? And how? It was impossible for a human to turn into a cat, it was against nature!
“Maxwell. I need to go home. I will fix this.” I promised him, and I ran to my house. When I got in, I quickly opened my Chromebook and googled ‘Human to cat transformation’. I would probably find a bunch of fake weird stuff, but I might find something helpful. So far all I found was a Harry Potter fanfic, talking about anamargi. As much as I do love Harry Potter, it is not helpful.
But maybe it was. Even though I know magic isn’t real, It’s worth a try trying some sort of Harry Potter spell.
I grabbed my wizard wand I used for Halloween all of those years ago and sprinted to Maxwell’s house. Maxwell (in Moon’s body), was waiting for me. “Okay Maxwell, I’m going to try something that probably won’t work. I took a deep breath and tried to do the impossible. I pulled out the wand, and said Revelio, the revealing charm. I closed my eyes and then opened them, full of hope. Standing in front of me was Maxwell. But not in Moon’s body. It was the tall, jet black haired boy I knew before. I ran up to him and gave him an awkward friend hug. We pulled apart from each other, blushing like crazy. “Thank you.” he said.
“Anytime.” I said. “So, why did Evangeline, err… curse you?” I asked.
Maxwell sighed. “I always knew she was a witch. One day, I went over to her house for some fresh baked cookies, and then I just- turned into moon. She tried everything she could to help me, but nothing worked. I just stayed a cat. My parents didn’t know what to do either. They took me to hundreds of doctors, but none of them could help me.” he explained.
That was a lot of information to take in. “Wow…” I said. “That’s just, crazy.”
Maxwell nodded in agreement. “Well, come on, let’s go into my house and play video games!” he said.
It felt so good to be with Maxwell again and so weird. Well, I guess that’s just the way things are sometimes.
THE END


Part two of main cabin weekly
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You are simply amazed as you walk into the brightly lit room. You stared in awe at the giant TV. You ask Ellie how it works, and she turns on Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. You can not comprehend how or why such an amazing thing existed. “Let me show you around,” Ellie tells you, and she guides you to the kitchen, packed with hundreds of appliances that you do not know the names of. “This is a dishwasher.” said Ellie, pointing to a giant silver machine stuck to the white wall. “The dishwasher washes your plates, cups, and silverware, so you don't have to do it with your hands.” Ellie explains. You tell her that your mother and father always make you wash the dishes, and that this would make things a lot move convenient. Ellie nods in understanding, trying to hold back a chuckle. Ellie takes you outside on the balcony, overlooking the city of Seattle. You ask where the forest went, and Ellie tells you that big buildings replaced the forests a long, long, time ago. Your brain feels like it's overflowing from crazy, unbelievable information. “Come on, I want to show you something.” said Ellie, and you followed her down the apartment stairs. On your way down, you see something weird, and stop walking. “Oh, that's an elevator.” said Ellie, referring to the shiny, big box inside of the concrete wall. “It takes people to different floors of the apartment. You can try pressing the button if you'd like. It would be a faster way to get to the lobby.” You stare at the small button that has an arrow pointing downwards. You carefully extend your finger, worried about what would happen when you pressed the button. You take a deep breath, and gently press the button. Ellie starts laughing like a hyena at you, so scared about the button. Right after she stopped laughing, the metal doors slowly disappeared into the sides of the walls. You gasp at the amazing mechanics. “Go inside before it closes again!” ordered Ellie, and you did as she said and walked into the elevator. Mouth agape, you stare at the metal box you are trapped in. There are about 60 different buttons on the wall. You have the desire to go and press all of them, but you also know that you shouldn't. You watch as Ellie's wavy dark brown hair sways as she walks over to the button wall and press one that says ‘L’. You ask what L stood for, and Ellie said it stood for lobby. You didn't know what that meant, but you decided it was best not to ask questions. An automated, mysterious voice says “lobby.” The doors open once more, and you walk into a massive room with couches and a large desk in the middle. The walls are made out of glass, and you wonder where they got all of it from. You follow Ellie near the desk, and the man sitting there gives you and Ellie a wave, and you walk out of the building.


Main cabin weekly part three.
1,645 words
Eleven year old twins Amber and Oliver Abbott of 174 Cranberry Cove had the most boring life you could expect. In the morning, they ate breakfast, they took a walk at the cove at noon, and ate supper at night. Little did they know that this ordinary day would turn into weeks of adventure.
“Oliver, Amber, It’s time for you to go on your walk!” called Ms. Abbott from upstairs. “Okay, mom!” shouted Amber. Oliver and Amber pulled on their boots and parkas and walked out the door. They passed closed off shops and inns until they reached Cranberry Cove.
The cove used to be a popular tourist attraction, that is until explorer Annabeth Anderson went missing at sea, then the cove became more of a ghost town.
“Let’s go that way,” said Oliver, pointing to the left. Amber nodded and the two kept walking.
Finally, they reached the cove. Large greyish-blue waves filled the water.
Amber spotted something unusual washed up on the rocky shore. “Oliver, look at that!” exclaimed Amber.
“What?”
“That!” said Amber and she pointed to the golden object.
It was mostly covered in seaweed. Oliver looked curious. He poked at the seaweed with a stick, uncovering a golden locket with beautiful seahorses enraged on it.
“Curious,” said Amber.
She picked up the locket and observed it. Nothing seemed too unusual about it. “Let’s open it,” said Oliver. Amber unlatched the locket. Inside, there were a few engraved words she couldn’t understand.
“What does it say?” asked Oliver.
“It says ‘Invenient me natantes * angelo’ What does that mean?” said Amber.
“Are you sure that’s what it says?” said Oliver.
“Yes, I’m sure - wait!” said Amber “It sounds like a Latin word! Let me pull up the translating app…”
Amber got her cell phone from the pocket of her parka. “Here it is! It roughly translates to ‘find me swimming with an angel’” said Amber, showing Oliver her phone.
“That still doesn't make sense!” complained Oliver.
“Let’s show this to Athena. She’ll know what this is,” said Amber.
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“Athena!” exclaimed Amber. Athena was basically the living encyclopaedia that worked at the Cranberry Cove museum. (Which is like everything at the cove- abandoned.)
“Amber, Oliver, It’s so nice to see you!” said Athena. Athena had her hair up in a poofy brown bun and like always, she was wearing her giant glasses.
“What do you need?” she asked.
“Well,” said Amber. “We found this washed out on the shore.” she held out the locket. Athena took it from her and examined it. “Hmm…” She studied it more closely.
“So, what do you think it is?” asked Oliver.
“Inside the locket, it says some things in Latin,” Athena told them.
“We know,” said Oliver and Amber in unison. “We figured out that it translates to ‘Find me swimming with an angel’”
“Interesting… let’s go look at the documents containing information including angles” said Athena. “Follow me to the documentation room.”
Oliver and Amber followed Athena through a door behind the front desk and into a small and untidy room containing hundreds of boxes of papers. Athena walked over a box marked “A” and started skimming through papers. After 10 minutes of searching, she found a few documents about the subject. “I found a few things that might help,” she explained. She showed them lots of church documents, but none of them helped. “This one is a newspaper,” said Athena. The newspaper read:
‘BREAKING NEWS! Female explorer Annabeth Anderson lost at sea! Annabeth sailed the boat Cranberry Hero to west Cranberry Cove in search of the rare seahorse species, the angel seahorse. The Cranberry Cove sea patrol received an emergency message from Annabeth. The sea patrol tried to receive Annabeth’s coordinates, but they got now signal. There is no sign that Annabeth survived. That is all of the information we know’
“What does this have to do with angels?” asked Oliver.
“When Annabeth Anderson went missing, she was on the search for the angel seahorse.” explained Athena.
“Do you think that the locket has anything to do with Annabeth’s disappearance?” said Amber.
“It would be very unscientific, but yes, I suppose it could. Afterall, it said ‘find me swimming with an angel’, and seahorses swim, so it is possible.” said Athena.
Oliver checked the time. “We better get going.” he said.
“Thank you so much Athena!” they said and they headed home.
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Oliver and Amber walked into their house, with the locket in Amber’s hand. They took off their shoes and coats. Ms. Abbott was standing right in front of them, with her hands on her hips.
“What took you so long?” scolded Ms. Abbott.
“Oh, we stopped at the museum on our way back.” explained Oliver.
“Okay. How is Athena?” said Ms. Abbott, no longer angry at her children.
“Oh, she’s good!” said Amber.
“I’m glad,” said Ms. Abbott.
“What’s that you’ve got, Amber?” Mr. Abbott chimed in.
“Oh - Uh, - Athena lent it to me,” Amber lied.
“That’s awfully nice of her,” said Mr. Abbott.
“Yeah, It is,” said Amber.
“Well, I’m going to go up to my room,” said Oliver, and he winked at Amber.
“Yeah, um, so will I, I guess.” said Amber and the two walked upstairs into Oliver’s room.
“What is it, Oliver?” asked Amber, sitting on a green beanbag chair.
“I think I figured it out. So you know how the locket says ‘Find me swimming with an angel’ and Annabeth Anderson was looking for the rare angel seahorse?” said Oliver. “Yeah, we just discussed that,” said Amber.
“Maybe the locket is telling us that Annabeth needs to be saved, and that she is alive!” said Oliver.
“Maybe,” said Amber. “Let me check something,” she said and she pulled out her phone and typed ‘Annabeth Anderson’ in the search bar.
The first result was ‘The TRUTH about Annabeth Anderson!’ Amber tapped the link. On the top of the webpage there was a picture of a woman with strawberry blonde hair standing next to a medium sized boat. The picture must have been of Annabeth. There was some text under it.
‘Once a tourist attraction, Cranberry Cove, located in Washington state, is home to Annabeth Anderson, marine biologist and explorer. On her recent expedition in search for the angel seahorse, rumour has it that she got shipwrecked and stranded on a deserted island and died from starvation and harsh conditions. The local sea patrol has searched the area many times, and no remains of Annabeth have been found. We, at the Washington Watchers News, assume that Annabeth Anderson is still out there.’
Ambe showed the article to her brother.
“Looks like a bunch of baloney to me,” he said.
Amber sighed. “Yeah, you are probably right.” she said.
“Let’s go ask mom and dad if they trust the Washington Watchers news,” suggested Oliver.
The two ran downstairs and found Ms. Abbott. “Mom, do you trust the Washington Watchers news?” asked Amber.
“The Washington Watchers news? Not at ALL!” said Ms. Abbott. “All they do is post fake news reports! They recently posted a report about Annabeth Anderson- they said that she is still alive! What dummies!”
Oliver and Amber exchanged glances. “Um, okay, good to know,” said Oliver, and Amber followed him back to his room.
“Somehow I still believe the news article,” said Oliver.
“Don’t be stupid,” said Amber. “You heard mom. You can’t trust them!”
“I’m not stupid, Amber!” said Oliver, slapping Amber.
“All right, what’s 8 times 12?” asked Amber, knowing that maths was Oliver’s weak spot.
“Honestly, Amber, that really is not relevant.” said Oliver.
“See?” said Amber. “Anyways, we need to decode this clue!” said Amber, demandingly.
“Can’t we do that tomorrow,” grounded Oliver. “It’s 10 already!”
“Okay. See you tomorrow.” said Amber and she headed to her room.
Chapter 2
Amber poked at her waffle with her fork. She didn’t get any sleep the previous night, as she was up thinking about the locket. Oliver kept it under a pile of dirty clothes to keep it hidden.
“Eat your breakfast, Amber! You’re going to be late for school!” said Mr. Abbott. Mondays are the worst. Thought Amber.
The twins quickly ate their waffles, and jogged to the bus stop. Oliver joined his dumb group of friends and Amber stood quietly alone as she waited for the bus to arrive. She didn’t have many friends- people mostly just called her a know-it-all dork or just ignored her. It was hard being the only 11 year old in a 7th grade class. Amber had skipped two grades, and some people were jealous of her, (including Oliver,) but she was actually jealous of them back. They didn’t have to be stuck in a class with smelly teenagers.
Meanwhile, Oliver and his friends Michael and Owen were discussing video games.
“Super Smash Bros is pretty awesome, but nothing can beat Mortal Kombat!” said Michael.
Michael was the leader of the trio. Tall, big and strong, he could take down any high schooler.
Finally, the bright orange school bus arrived. The kids at the stop hurried into the bus. Oliver sat with his friends at the front of the bus, and Amber made her way to her usual spot, way in the back. Amber pulled out a thick book and silently read. She inhaled the crisp smell of paper. Amber truly loved books.
At the front of the bus, Oliver was yelling at the kindergartner Cooper Kay, who apparently stole Oliver’s chocolate chip cookie the previous week.
“You know what you did, Cooper! You owe me a cookie!” scolded Oliver.
“I didn’t do anything, and I don’t have a cookie to give you!” said Cooper.
“Don’t make me look in your lunch box!”
Cooper started crying.
“QUIT IT, KIDS!” yelled the bus driver so everybody could hear.
It was a long bus ride.

Main Cabin Daily! Go to the website and write a story about the place that you find

01/03/2022

So, when I loaded up the website and generated a random place, I was put in a forest-like area with an old looking building next to it. So I imagined the same kids from my time traveling daily exploring yet another old abandoned building because, why not? Apparently, that’s what those characters do! So anyway, here’s their story! (P.S, this takes place before the time travel daily which is why Anne is still here even though in the other one she was lost in time)
Hi there! My name is Anne. Anne Johnson. I am fifteen years old and I’m here to tell you the story of when me and my four friends; Katilyn, she’s sixteen, Jamie, who’s sixteen too, Carrie, who’s twelve, and Regina, who’s fourteen, formed a secret explorers club! Okay, I know that the name makes it sound like some little kids thing, but it’s not like we explore our backyards or anything! We actually explore places that are cool and look like they should be explored.
One day, Carrie came to one of our “meetings” (I know, again it makes it sound kind of stupid, but basically it’s just when we gathered to think of places we could explore.) and said she had an awesome looking old building that we can explore! She said it was right by a super dense jungle and it looked like it hadn’t been touched in ages! She showed us some pictures she had taken and the place looked mega creepy! Just what we like to explore! All five of us packed out backpacks, charged out phones and then we were off! When we got to the house, I’ll admit, I was a little taken aback seeing it in person. The sides were crumbling and some of the windows were broken. The paint on the outside was peeling. And the little garden (If you can even call the overgrown mess a garden) Was so thick we couldn’t have walked through it if we tried.
As we walked around the perimeter and first couple of feet of the jungle, Regina pulled out her phone and started recording everything. We walked around for a little bit before we finally worked up the nerve to go to the front door. Suddenly, just as we were about to go inside. We heard a bloodcurdling scream from inside the building. Me and my friends all looked at eachother and without a second thought, we bolted.
We never did find out what that scream was about… All I can say… I hope whoever it was is okay.. And maybe that video that Regina has on her phone will be able to help us figure out who it was, and what was happening.

(456 Words for Huff!)

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Charlie (Snooze Cabin)

A lonely girl stood on a large cliff, overlooking the salty sea. Her emerald locket shone the same color as the dark green ocean. You know what’s right. Said the voice inside the locket. It was right. She did. Maria Thornton took a long, deep breath and did what she needed to do. Adrenaline rushing through her head, she edged to the end of the cliff, and took a leap of faith into the dark, green sea.
She felt like she was flying when she fell closer to the water. With a big splash, the coldness of the frosty, frigid water shocked her numb body. Maria outstretched her arms and dove under the water. At first, the salty ocean water stung her eyes terribly, but she suffered through and opened them. The sea was murky, and filled with large masses of seaweed. Maria’s locket shone green once more, and she could breath as if she was still above ground. Her long, dark brown hair was flowing like she was in space. Maria continued to swim faster, and faster, with a goal in her head. If she failed, she may never see the daylight again.
Suddenly, a horrible sensation jolted through Maria’s body. A feeling like lightning terribly bewitched her body. She fought and fought the feeling, but nothing was changing. Maria looked fearfully at her locket. No longer was it shining. It was as black as the dead of night. Maria let out a cacophony of blood curdling screams that were barley audible under the sea. She hastily breathed in, but no air entered her body. Instead, a large amount of water entered her nose. She desperately flapped her arms, trying to swim to the surface, but the devilish water swallowed her body even deeper. It pushed her so deep that her feet were touching the rocky bottom of the sea.

Main Cabin Daily
Where am I? The valley walls enclose me in a green world. The mountains framing the beautiful haven like indent, are snow capped and green. I need to get back to my town. If this valley is green, it’s definitely not the suburb off of New York City where I live.
The closer surroundings made it twice as confusing. The stream is crystal clear-mountain water. The forest area is lush and green. Also not a New York thing. Where was I? With that came a harder question. How did I get here?
The answer was I had no clue. If I didn’t know, I might have amnesia. Wait. What is my name? Well I could deal with those later. If I was going to live long enough to find out, I needed to find shelter, clean water, and food. I decided to explore a bit more to find all of these needs.
After about 10 minutes of searching, I found a large rock jutting out over the trees. I gassed awestruck at the beautiful sky. The clouds tipped the mountains and dispersed over the mountains, but not one cloud in the valley. When I finally tore my gaze from the mountains, I noticed a small cluster of buildings near the center of the valley. I started to travel towards the buildings. A village maybe? No matter what it was, I needed to get there before the sun set. I just needed to get down this mountain, rock thing. The sky was already fading to a light gray and orange blend.
I slipped down the rock and onto the forest floor again. The ground was slippery and mushy at once. Why was it so wet? A jungle. I realized. The trees and flowers were exotic too. Now there were even more concerns. Great. I hope I live to tell my story.
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Main Cabin Daily - January 2

Megan stared out the window of her parent's limousine. Why did her parents have to send her to Aunt Ida and Uncle Herbert's for a month? Why couldn't she go with them back to England? Or even stay home? She could keep herself entertained in the mansion with her servants. The limo pulled up to a small pale, yellow house with a think patch of woods behind it. Megan waited for her chauffer to open the door for her, before carefully stepping out. Ugh, the driveway wasn't even paved. Her Aunt and Uncle came running, or rather waddling, out of the house. “There's little Meggy!” Uncle Herbert grabbed her up in a big bear hug. Megan cringed and squirmed away. “It's Megan.” Aunt Ida was more sensitive to Megan and gave her a quick, one armed hug. “It's good to have you here with us, Megan. Now, I'll show you to your room and Herbert can help Charles with your luggage.” Megan followed her aunt through the doorway and down a hallway to the right. Aunt Ida stopped in front of a sky blue door, here's where you'll be staying while your here.“ She pushed open the door and Megan looked in. It was small and dim, with a single window near the head or the bed. There was a twin bed with a handmade quilt on it, a small closet and a tiny vanity. There wasn't even her own private bathroom! ”I can't live here.“ She said flatly to her aunt. ”Of course you can, what's wrong with it?“ Her aunt asked. Megan blinked twice. Was her aunt blind? ”For one thing, I'll never be able to fit all my clothes in that sorry excuse for a closet.“ She pointed and gave it a look of disgust. ”For another thing, I don't have my own bathroom. Do you expect me to share a bathroom!?“ She raised her chin. ”And lastly, it's dirty.“ She ran her finger over the vanity. Then blew the invisible dust off. Her aunt didn't get mad or seem hurt she just calmly looked at Megan and sighed. ”The men should be bringing your stuff inside soon. Then we'll leave you to unpack. Dinner will be in half an hour." She left and Megan sat heavily on the edge of her bed. She looked out into the thick woods. They marred the view, obscuring most of the light.

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“My Favorite Things” By Nayeli


Many things bring me joy so it’s really hard to choose
But if I had to choose a few then I would definitely not lose
For I can come up with a few of my favorites and put them all in here
So here are some of those things that are very dear

Visiting family, my dog, starting to write from scratch
Baseball, basketball, and volleyball are all a part of the same latch
Drawing, giving, and getting gifts is always fun
Earning, traveling, and playing is always something I do on a run
Playing clarinet, listening to jazz, and finding inspiration is always something pretty fond
Coding, nature, and guitar are the best
Hiking, swimming, and getting an A on a test
Good movies, jackets, and sancocho are always some things that are cool
And not to forget sixth period absolutely rules!

So, there you have it, just a few small things
I really think those are just the diamonds on the rings
I have so much in my life that I enjoy
I don’t even know what there is to not enjoy

IN CABIN WEEKLY FOR HUFF

Weekly #1 (Week of 01/03/2022) Write a letter to yourself in 15 years

Dear Future Ash,
Hi! This is you from 2022 (January Third, 2022 to be exact) I’m writing this as an assignment for January Writing Camp on Scratch. This has been scheduled to be sent to you in fifteen years in a scheduled email, and in fifteen years on this day you will be about 29! Wow, I wonder how that feels.
Anyway, onto a couple of questions that I have for you!
First, how did High School/College go? If you did go to college, what did you major in? What kind of job did you end up getting?
I really hope it was something that involves working with kids since I know right now those are the professions that I’m looking into. I wonder, did you get any of the jobs that we did research papers for in eighth grade?
Another question, are we still in contact with all our friends? What about and ? How about all the kids from the theater company?
Speaking of musical theater. Did we ever end up going professional? I don’t know if that was something that you still wanted to do once you got older. Or maybe even later on in 2022! Wouldn’t that be funny! Like, three months after I write this, I end up going professional? I wish that could happen.
And now, how are you doing? I mean, physically and mentally? I know that right now, I can get really easily overwhelmed and feel like I’m not doing a good job… And on days like that I have to stop and tell myself that I am doing good. I really hope that’s something that I can grow out of once I’m an adult. If not, then I’m going to tell you right now. You’re doing fine. You’re doing incredible in fact! I know that even though I have no idea what your life is like right now. And I want you to know that even if it seems like everything is going wrong, that things will get better. I know that whatever you’re going through, God is watching out for you. And another thing, don’t forget that you have friends that can help you out! Don’t be afraid to reach out to and just vent to her, like we did when we were younger. Remember those long google chats we’d send, just venting about something that doesn’t matter in the slightest? Do that. I promise it will make you feel better.
Now I thought that I was done with questions, but apparently I’m not. I have a couple more questions.
First, what happened to our crush on ? This leads into my next question, are you dating/married/engaged to anyone? If so… who!? Did we know them at my age? Would I be surprised? I need to know!!!
And next, I think the answer to this is probably no, but do you have any kids/are pregnant with any kids? If so, what are their names? How old are they?
And last question of this letter, do you think that you will ever adopt a child? I know that I was always thinking about that at my age right now and I want to know if I ever go through with it. I really hope that I do because I think that it is a wonderful thing to do!

Anyways, I think that’s all I have to say right now. Actually, one last thing. Be happy Future Ash. I really hope that you have had a good life and are happy! And I want to tell you, never look down on yourself. You;re amazing. Everyone else has accepted it, why can’t you?

Have an awesome day!!!

With Love,
Ash from 2022

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Main Cabin Daily! For Huff Cabin!

01/04/2022

So I looked for literally an hour before I could finally find a piece of trivia that I thought was weird enough to write about: The fear of the number 13 is called triskaidekaphobia.
I was honestly a little terrified when I woke up on the fourth of december. It was my birthday today. But not just any birthday… It was my thirteenth birthday. Now, why was that so terrifying? Well, it is because I unfortunately suffer from triskaidekaphobia, which is also known as the fear of the number thirteen. Nobody really knows WHY I have this weird phobia, and we’ve asked several psychiatrists and doctors what could have caused this phobia. But nobody really knows why this phobia exists. Or why I have it. Some people think that it’s a cultural thing, since several cultures believe that the number thirteen is associated with bad luck. Other people think that it has something to do with genetics… But neither of my parents has triskaidekaphobia, so I don’t think that theory is very accurate.
Anyways, when I woke up on my thirteenth birthday, it took me a minute to remember that it actually was my thirteenth birthday. Once I realized that I started inwardly panicking.
No. No. No. Breath Annie. I thought, taking deep breaths and restlessly wringing my hands as I did. This is irrational. There is no reason to be afraid of the number thirteen. Nothin bad is going to happen to you just because you turned thirteen. You will be fine. Everything will be okay. You are fine. Thirteen is just a number. It cannot hurt you. It will be okay. And even as I told myself these things over and over and over and over again she couldn’t stop the panic from spreading. She knew that this fear was irrational and she knew that there was nothing the number thirteen could do to hurt her! And she didn’t even know WHY the number thirteen scared her in the first place! All she knew was that she had triskaidekaphobia and that the number thirteen absolutely terrified her. There was nothing she could do about it. It just terrified her.
Just then my parents came into my room and they saw me sitting on the ground with my head in my hands.
“Annie?” My mother asked “Annie are you alright?”
“No!!!” I screamed, whipping my head up to see both of my parents looking at me with concerned looks on their faces. I knew that I was worrying them but I didn’t know what I could do to control my phobia… Not when I didn’t even know why the number thirteen scared me so much! “I’m not okay! It’s my thirteenth birthday today!”
“Honey, we know that technically.. It is your…. You know what birthday” My dad began “But we had an idea so that your triskaidekaphobia doesn’t interfere with your birthday plans.”
“Re- Really?” I asked
“Yes, today you’re not thirteen!” My mother exclaimed “We’ve decided that maybe the best thing to do was to skip your thirteenth birthday all together and declare your fourteen today!”
“Oh! I never thought of that…” I answered “Yeah! I’m okay!”

*Cheesy I know, but it got the job done! So 529 words! +700 points for Huff!*

Daily: January 4

My trivia fact was “An 11-year-old is responsible for naming Pluto.”

It is March 14th, 1930. I am eleven years old. A new planet has just been discovered in our solar system by the Royal Astronomical Society, and I first find out about this when my grandfather reads the headline aloud over breakfast. He says that the astronomers have not yet found a name for this new planet, and immediately that sets my mind whirring.

I know, of course, the names of the other planets: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune. All named for Roman gods, or key figures in Roman mythology. So of course, the idea that immediately springs to my mind is: this new planet should also be named for a Roman god. And the name which first pops into my head is that of the Roman god of the Underworld: Pluto. It is a name that has never been used for a planet before, and, well, it seemed to fit quite nicely.

So I say: “What about Pluto?”

My grandfather grins, and tells me that is an excellent idea, an excellent name for a planet, and I think nothing more of it. However, unbeknownst to me, he will pull some strings over the next two months, and in May of 1930, the ninth planet in our solar system will be named Pluto.

What strings does he pull? you ask. I find out the answer only much later. You see, my grandfather had been - prior to his retirement - the head librarian at the university library in Oxford, the Bodleian. He suggested “Pluto” as a name to a connection of his - Professor Herbert Hall Turner, a professor and astronomer. Fortunately for this account, Professor Turner was intending to attend a meeting in London that very day - a meeting of the Royal Astronomical Society, all of whom were busy thinking up names for our ninth planet.

The professor suggests it at the meeting, and all the astronomers are thrilled. They are considering as names: Minerva, Zeus, Atlas, and Persephone. (You may notice that only one of these - Minerva - is a Roman god.) For whatever reason, none of them have considered Pluto prior to this suggestion.

In May of 1930, my grandfather tells me that my suggestion has been accepted, and that the ninth planet of our solar system is named Pluto. I am hugely excited, of course. He collects every news article he can find regarding this, and collates all of it into two scrapbooks, which I keep forever.

It is quite funny to note that my great-uncle, Henry Madan, named the two moons of Mars - Phobos and Deimos, the sons of Mars and Venus. So I am not the first person in my family to name a celestial body. I like to think that it is in my blood.

Later in my life, I become a teacher of economics (the subject I had studied at university). I do not tell my students about my naming Pluto - it is hardly important to me; for many decades I barely think about it. When NASA launches the first robotic mission to Pluto, in January of 2006, they ask to interview me, and I happily accept.

My life has, I think, been enriched by having these experiences. I am delighted to be a part of history in this way.

My trivia fact writing for Angel cabin! 523 words


“Which one? Disney Land or Harry Potter Land?” Mom asked us. While I said Harry Potter Land, Lucy said DisneyLand. “I want to meet Mickey and Minnie and ask them about their relationship!” Lucy said. “Huh?” Mom said, and I gave Lucy a confused look. “Don’t you ever search up random facts on your computer?” Lucy asked us, and we shook our heads. “The people - Wayne Allwine and Russi Taylor - got married after five years of working together! Isn’t that fascinating!?” Lucy asked. “I guess,” I said.
I went back to reading my book. I was reading Wonder by R.J Palacios.
August is the Sun. Me and Mom and Dad are planets orbiting the Sun. The rest of our family and friends are asteroids and comets floating around the planets orbiting the Sun. The only celestial body that doesn't orbit August the Sun is Daisy the dog, and that's only because to her little doggy eyes, August's face doesn't look very different from any other human's face. To Daisy, all our faces look alike, as flat and pale as the moon.
I really liked that last line. And get sad at what happens to Daisy later. My friend spoiled it for me, but I didn’t mind. Daisy wasn’t my favorite character: Charlotte was. I liked Charlotte because she didn’t have a lot to do with the story, and she always seemed to stay on Auggie’s side, which was nice.
We did end up leaving for DisneyLand, after I agreed to go. And then I read more of my book.
“I hear we're driving you home today.”
It was Miranda in the eighth period. She had just sat down at the desk right behind me. I had forgotten that Mom had called Miranda's mother the night before to ask if she could drive me home from school. “You don't have to,” I answered instinctively, casually. “My mom can pick me up.” “I thought she had to pick Auggie up or something.” “It turns out she can pick me up afterward. She just texted me. Not a problem.” “Oh. Okay.” “Thanks.”
It was all a lie on my part, but I couldn't see sitting in a car with the new Miranda. After school I ducked into a restroom to avoid bumping into Miranda's mother outside. Half an hour later I walked out of the school, ran the three blocks to the bus stop, hopped on the M86 to Central Park West, and took the subway home. “Hey there, sweetie!” Mom said the moment I stepped through the front door. “How was your first day? I was starting to wonder where you guys were.”
After another chapter or two of reading, we arrived. DisneyLand was a very big place, and I guess I was excited. I looked around, seeing most people either stuffing their faces with cotton candy and dippin dots, or enjoying themselves on a ride. We were closest to my favorite ride, which after some arguing, we agreed to go on the ride that was closest to us: mine. Then, of course, Lucy saw Mickey and Minnie Mouse, and ran over to them.