Random poem:

Light breeze blowing through honey blond hair.
blades of grass flow in the wind.
Bright sun rays shine against a red brick wall,
while children talk about their friends.

Chromebooks out on every lap,
laughter fills the air,
despite the test we're supposed to take,
happiness is everywhere.

Out in the golden rays,
a girl watches the scene,
watching and writing
and believing in all her dreams.

Despite the constraints of school,
we still escape,
out into the sunny days
are we even still awake?

Awake to the beauty
Awake to the breeze
Awake to the sky
Awake to the trees?

Out in the vestige of the school's courtyard.
a college prep english class gathers.
The breeze carries the laughter
of the kids just discovering what matters.

While a lone girl sits and types away,
writing about this sight,
listening to the silence of the wind
in the glow of the sunlight.

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Daily March 12th

Another classic daily today! For this one, the Main Cabin has turned into a bookstore! Write 100 words of a summary of a story you're writing, a story you want to write, or any original writing idea, then post it in the comments <3 After that, browse through all the other lovely books, and reply to at least 3 of them that you'd be interested in “buying”. Have fun!

My story is my major storyline I've kept going for years. I have made multiple references to it throughout camp, between Phoenix and phoenixes, the robot Corseia, speak of the Magkoaian people, and so much more. Basically, a girl that is living in a modern-day society, but a twist. There's another species around. The Magkoa. Power welding, tribe-dwelling people, hidden away in a location no human knows about. However, Magkoas can and have chosen to move to human cities, have kids, and so on. This mix has resulted in multiple issues with rouge Magkoas, and to the point where the protagonist, Chloe (don't judge) is taught Magkoas are to be avoided. This is fine with Chloe, who wants to learn all about them…until she's taken from her own home and whisked away into a world of self-discovery and hidden secrets coming to light. Forced to learn a whole new culture, Chloe finds that the humans don't know everything about the Magkoas…and that she, nor the world, knows everything about herself . I do have the first book, like the first 10 chapters or so posted here: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/681510/?page=1#post-7438785 so if you would like to check it out, give a few comments, go right ahead.


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Daily March 13th

Ominous or lucky, thirteen has a variety of attributes – there are 13 loaves in a baker's dozen, 13 lunar cycles in a year, including a blue moon, and 13 cards every suit. Today, 13 happens to be a host's favorite number - for 350 points (and a bonus 100 for sharing your creations), you'll be writing at least 300 words using any line or comment from a host or daily team coordinator's profile as inspiration! Best of luck, and have fun <3

“Everyone has a home away from home. Where that is, depends on the person. Some are more unique than others. What matters is it fits the person.”

I stared at those words on the whiteboard, taking in every word. Then, my English teacher, Mrs. Johnson, walked over to the board. “Good morning class. So, a couple of days ago, I found this quote while searching the web. This struck close to home, so I decided to share it with y'all, and give you a small assignment to think about for the next few days. I want you to write about your home away from home. However, this won't be due for another couple of days, to give you time to really think about it. For now, work on your argumentative essay for the rest of class.

A little bit later, the bell rang. I walked out of class beside my best friend Misty. ”So what do you think about this new writing prompt?“ I asked her.
”Well,“ Misty began, ”I don't really know. I'm trying to think what my home away from home is. This is a rather tricky question.“
”No kidding,“ I replied. ”Let's hurry, and get to orchestra. We don't want to be late!“ I said, picking up my speed.

Soon, me and Misty arrived at the music room, and began to get set up, each which our own instrument. I ran over to the place where the French horns were stored, and began looking at the name tags to find mine. ”Katelynn. Addy. Chloe. Here we go, Madison!“ I said, speaking to myself. Grabbing my horn, I quickly got set up, sitting down with other brass instruments.

Soon we started rehearsal, and among the usual instruction and music playing came the playful banter and jokes from the orchestra kids and the teacher. By the end of class, we were all smiling and cheerful. As we put away our instruments, my mind returned to the saying on the board. Walking to my next class, I already knew what I would write.

Arriving in my class, I sat down, and got a piece of paper, writing the words swirling around in my head, desperate to get out.

”Everyone has a home away from home. Mine is in the music room. I do a lot of things in my life. But in reality, I'm just living for orchestra and my friends!"


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Daily March 14

Happy Pi Day! Although pi doesn’t have an ending, our stories (well, most of them) do. Try writing a story that begins and ends in the exact same way, but throughout all the events occurring in between, gives it a much different meaning by the end. Write 500 words for 400 points and an extra 100 (plus a free pi pie!) for sharing proof. Happy writing <3

Willow stared at the note in her hands. “Ren,” she whispered to herself, as if she was testing the name. A ghost of a smile came to her lips as a million different fantasies came to her head. She carefully folded the note up, sliding it into her pocket. The rest of the afternoon blew by in a breeze, as she sat by the tree, waiting for her brother to finish with drill.

Soon the sun dipped below the edge of the land, and the stars began to dot the sky. Will walked over to Willow. “Time to go, let's go.” he said, sounding tired from drills. He mounted their horse, and Willow mounted with him. Will urged the horse on, and they went back into the village. They traveled the silent night streets of the village, before leaving the village to the countryside, finally making it to a small cabin just off the main path. They dismounted, and Will went to put the horse up, while Willow walked inside the house.

When she walked into her familiar house, she smelled the scent of a savory strew arising from the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, she saw her father laboring over a pot, making a tasty stew, one of his specialties. “Hey Father, we're home,” Willow said, peeking into the pot momentarily, before embracing her father in a hug. “What do you need me to do to prepare for supper?” Willow inquired. Her father smiled. “I have some rolls in the fireplace cooking, can you remove them for me and put them in a bowl? I'll have your brother prepare the table.

Just then, her brother walked in, hearing those words. ”I am a loyal knight of the Emperor. I shouldn't be setting tables. That is the job of a woman. Why don't you make her do it?“ he sneered, gestering towards Willow.

”Your sister is working on something else. You may be a knight, but you are still a member of this family. If you want Willow to do it, fine, but it will only make the time it takes to let us start dinner longer,“ their father replied in a stern voice.

”Whatever,“ he muttered, walking away to head to his room. Willow and her father shared a sorrowful glance for a moment, both mourning the lost of the the formerly kind, caring, and helpful version of Will, destroyed by the rule of Emperor Ray. Willow picked up her pace, quickly removing the rolls from the fire, placing them in a bowl on the table. She then began to set the table, each bowl, spoon, napkin, and cup in it's place. ”It's almost set, Father,“ Willow said, straigtening a few more things out. ”Would you like me to call Will in?“

”Wait until I get his soup poured,“ her father said, stirring the stew one final time, before ladling out soup into each bowl. ”Now go,“ he said.

Willow nodded, knocking on Will's door. ”Dinner,“ she said.

Soon the family of three was gathered around the table, silently eating their stew. Willow remembered, with a sense of sadness, the formerly chatty dinners the family once had. She quickly finished her food, washing her dishes, before heading towards her room. She walked into her dark room, lighting a candle real fast to illuminate her room. It was a small room, smaller than her brothers, with a small bed, dresser, and desk. Willow sat on her bed, sighing, beginning to write in a small journal she kept. All of a sudden, she heard a knocking at her window. She looked over, and saw a pair of chocolate eyes peeking through. Willow panicked for a moment, glancing at her door to ensure it was closed, before opening her window quietly. Ren slipped into the room. ”What are you doing here? How did you find me?“ Willow whispered, narrowing her eyes.

Ren chuckled. ”I have my ways. So, I never got your name,“ he said, grinning.

”Why don't you use those ways to figure out my name them?“ she shot back.

”My ways don't stretch that far, sister of knight,“ Ren chuckled, replying.

”Willow. Willow is my name,“ Willow said.

”Well, Willow. I kinda like you. Now my dad doesn't, but he doesn't like many people at all,“ Ren said.

”You barley know me Ren,“ Willow retorted, ”How can you already ‘kinda like me’?“

”It's a feeling. A feeling deep down inside,“ he said, taking a step closer, ”Willow, you're different from all of the other girls I met. I don't know how, but you are,“ he said, looking into her eyes.

Willow sighed, looking away. ”I think you need to go…if my father knew you were here….if my brother knew you were here….we'd both be in so much trouble,“ she said.

”As you wish. But I'll be back. You can't get rid of me that easily," he said, grinning, before leaping out of the window, darting into the shadows of the woods.

Willow shut her window, sighing, before sitting down on her bed. She reached into her pocket, taking the note out of her pocket. Willow stared at the note in her hands. This time she felt something different, deep in her heart. Maybe Ren was right. Maybe his feeling was right. Willow smiled at the ceiling, now looking forward to Ren's next visit.

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Daily March 15

"Beware the ides of march…” In typical Julius Caesar fashion, a character has just been informed by a mysterious cloaked figure that they're going to die. How are they going to spend their last day? Will they heed the warning - or try to escape their fate? Ponder this peculiar turn of events in 400 or more words, and perhaps you'll escape with 400 points, an extra 100 for proof, and your life <3

“Shiloh! Hurry up!” Skye called, waving her on with one hand, while clutching her javelin with her other hand. Her black blue in the wind, the silver tips reflecting the sunlight. Shiloh ran forward, adjusting her weapon belt for the 5th time on the patrol. Skye shook her head. “I don't see why you brought that dumb belt, at least, not before you got it reajusted. I'm going to be fighting, and you're going to be struggling to even grab your weapon,” she said, laughing, her purple eyes sparkling.
“Sorry…” Shiloh started, “It's just, I really like it!”
“Whatever,” Skye replied. “Let's just finish this patrol, and hopefully we won't run into any Imperial soldiers,” she said, laughing.
They continued to walk, keeping a close eye on the rebellion's territory, making sure all was ok. Shiloh began to fall behind again, readjusting her belt. Skye just shook her head, and kept walking, keeping a steady pace. All of a sudden, a cloaked figure appeared seemenly out of nowhere. Skye grabbed her javelin, holding it towards the figure defensively, ready to fight. “Hello Skye,” the figure began, “You are in grave danger. The Empire knows about you. They want you dead. You'll be dead before sunset tomorrow with the rate they're working at,” they said.
Skye's eyes widened. “What?”
“Beware the Ides of March,” the figure said, before rushing off into the distance.
“But it's Tyanin. That isn't the old world's equivalent to March…is it?” she wondered to herself.
“What?” Shiloh said, finally catching up.
“Nothing…” Skye said, deep in thought.

—–

Once they arrived back in camp, Skye ran straight to the records bunker, nodding to the records keeper, before going to the section about the Old World. She scanned the books, before finding one titled Old World Holidays and Dates. Flipping through the pages, she got to the section about the Ides of March. The page read, “This old world holiday was on March 15th, which is equivalent to Tyanin 6th.” Skye blinked. “That's tomorrow,” she whispered to herself. “This old world holiday started back in Roman Times, when a seer is rumored to tell Julius Caesar, ‘Beware the Ides of March’. On the Ides of March, Caesar was assassinated,” the book finished.

Skye let out a silent break, in shock. “What in the world?” she whispered. She ran back up into camp, heading towards the leaders bunker. Bursting inside, she ran to where they were currently meeting.

One of the leaders, Bruno, stood. “What are you doing here Skye? This better be important.”

“It is,” she said, her dark skin now damp with sweat. “This guy came up to me while I was on patrol. He warned me to be on my guard. The empire knows about me, and are trying to kill me. He said I would be dead before tomorrow. I'm scared that he might know more then just about me. What if they plan an attack on the camp? He knew about the Ides of March. An old world holiday with a dark meaning behind it. It's new world equivalent is Tyanin 6th. Tomorrow.” she said.

The leaders' eyebrows all shot up with surprise. Bruno spoke again. “Well, thanks for telling us Skye. We will be sure to but camp in defensive mode. For you, you should stay down in your bunker, but keep your weapon close at all times,” he said.

“Yes sir,” she said, doing as she was told.

—

Skye spent a sleepless night, trying to remember different fighting methods, and getting ready to defend herself. When her alarm finally rang for her normal wake up time, she was pacing the floor, nervous. She didn't know what was happening, what was going on, and why the Empire was targeting her. Spinning her javelin around, she suddenly heard an alarm up top. “We're under attack,” she whispered.

Grabbing her javelin tight, she ensured her armor was on tight, and that she would be ready for battle should it come. She paced the floor, hearing the cries of battle from above. Suddenly, she heard a commanding voice shout out an order. “FIND THE GIRL. SHE'S THE KEY TO THE REBELLION!”

Skye gasped. “What do they mean?” she whispered to herself.

Suddenly, she heard a crash at her door, as people sprinted into the building. She readied her javelin, ready to fight. She quickly counted 5 people rushing down the stairs towards her. “THERE SHE IS!” one of them shouted.

Skye shot into action, quickly defending herself against the people all trying to end her life. She found with everything she had, doing her best to defend herself. She managed to down one, but it was just too much. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain, and everything went black.


—

Skye groaned, waking up. She was in the hospital bunker, surrounded by the leaders. “You're awake,” Bruno said. “We didn't know if you were going to make it. We thought we had lost you when we first went to check on you after the battle,” he said.

“Did we win?” Skye said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We did. But don't worry about the fight right now Skye. You need some rest. You had a large injury. You barely survive. We're moving camp once you recover enough. But for now, just rest.”

Skye nodded, relaxing a little bit, unsure of the future, but grateful she survived.


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Weekly 2: Rewinding


Part 1:

Welcome to another classic SWC activity: flowers! In the past, Victorians used flowers to tell secret messages. Each flower represented a phrase, word, or idea, and they could be arranged to represent a specific message. Here's a catalog of a bunch of flower meanings compiled by Alba for reference. For example, bluebells (constancy), elder blossoms (compassion), and gillyflower (affection), might represent a deep friendship. Because each flower stands for something, they make great symbols. For this part of the weekly, write a story of at least 300 words, weaving flower symbolism into the plot or theme. Maybe there's a malevolent organization called the Nightshade or your characters are trying to deliver a message. Play around with the mechanics of the symbolism, from names to obstacles to literal flowers. The possibilities are endless, so make like clover and get writing!

Authors note: Flowers used: Dandelions: Faithfulness. Tiger lilies: Wealth, power. Coral heals/bells: Protection from evil forces. Burgundy deliah: Betrayal.

TW: Death

Edith sat in a field of dandelions, some still their fuzzy yellow color, while others were fluffy and white. She laughed as her dog, a husky named Taylor, ran among the flowers, sending the white seedlings flying into the air. Edith smiled, standing. “Ok, it's time to go, girl,” she called, whistling to Taylor. Taylor sprinted towards Edith, and the two began to make their way back to the village. Walking into the village, Edith smiled, greeting the friendly townsfolk. Soon, she found her boyfriend, Peter. Edith greeted Peter with a warm hug.
“How are you doing my love?” Peter inquired.
“Just fine, what about you?” Edith replied.
“Awesome, now that I'm with you,” Peter replied, grinning. Peter began to walk Edith and Taylor home. They walked into the wooden house Edith shared with her parents.
“Welcome home, you two!” Edit's mother said.
“Hello, Mrs. Baker,” Peter greeted, “I've got to head home, but I just wanted to stop in and say hi,” he said, before leaving.
Edith hugged her mother, before heading up to her room.

——-

A few months later, Edith was fast asleep, when suddenly, she heard noises outside. She woke up, groggy, as Taylor started growling. “What's going on?” she wondered out loud. Edith peeked outside the window, and heard, “Exit your houses NOW!” as someone set fire to the house across the street. “Oh no,” She whispered, throwing on a cloak to keep her warm, before running downstairs.
Once she got there, she found the lower floor of her home already partially engulfed in flames. She ran to her parents' room, Taylor by her side. “Mom! Dad! Wake up! The house is on fire!” Edith yelled, fear lacing her voice.
Her parents woke up, starting to get out of bed quickly. Edith watched as flames began to spread on the ceiling. Suddenly, she heard a creaking noise, and Taylor barked, jumping up and knocking Edith backwards, as the ceiling collapsed in a flurry of flames.
“MOM! DAD!” Edith screamed through tear-filled eyes. She began to run towards the fire, but Taylor grabbed her clock, forcing her out of the house, seconds before the rest of the house caught flames.
Edith sat, sobbing, as she heard someone walk up behind her. “Edith? Oh, thank goodness you're ok. Where are Mr. and Mrs. Baker?” Peter asked.
Edith sobbed, as she shakely pointed towards the flaming house. “I'm…sorry…” Peter said, embracing her, letting Edith cry on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, he spoke again. “Come on. The people responsible for the raid want any survivors to meet in the village center. We should go.”
Edith nodded silently, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, following Peter. They made it to the village center, where the village people were all in shock or crying. Edith sat with Peter and Taylor, shakenly stroking Taylor's warm fur.
Suddenly, an important-looking guy walked up, plucking a small tiger lily out of the ground. Spinning the stem between his fingers, he began to speak. “People of the village. I'm here because I need more guards, soldiers, and servants. However, I only want the strongest, so I tested you by burning down your houses. You are all the strongest. So first, I'm going to make the call for guards. I need powerful young men or women to help protect me. They will be treated, and paid, well. However, they must be completely loyal and dedicated to me. No spouse, kid, or any small relationship must stand in your way. You must follow only me,” the guy said.
Edith glanced at Peter, confident he would stay with her. This guy had burned their homes! This guy killed her parents! Now he was expecting complete loyalty? Ridiculous. Peter looked thoughtful, picking a flower from the ground. It was a burgundy deliah. Giving it to Edith, he looked away. “I'm sorry. But I think this is my best shot at the future. Maybe we'll meet again,” he said, before walking away to join the other prospective guards.
Edith stood there numb. She had lost everything. She barely noticed the prospective guards march away. She barely noticed the guy calling for soldiers to join the army. She barely noticed him calling for all remaining people to head out to be servants. She didn't even really register when the guy approached her, ordering her to head out with the other people. She only snapped out of her numb daze when she heard the growl of Taylor, loyally defending her master.
“Coral. End the dog. Bells. Seize the girl,” the guy ordered his two guards next to him.
“NO!” Edith cried, pulling away from Bells, and tackling Coral. “STAY AWAY FROM MY DOG!”
The guy narrowed his eyes, now furious with Edith. “I am the king of this nation. You will do as I say.”
“You took everything from me. I will never listen to you, you monster,” Edith said, narrowing her eyes, and keeping her hand on Taylor.
“GET THEM!” the king roared, crushing the tiger lily in his hands, and both the guards leaped forward. Taylor pulled backward, pulling Edith with her, and Edith and Taylor sprinted for the forest. Once they made it in, they ran for a bit, before hiding in a small, dark cave, easily losing the two guards. Once they left the cave, Edith found some coral heals, weaving them into Taylor's collar, to distract herself from everything that had happened. Eventually, the two fell asleep, deep in the woods, away from all of the sorrows of the village.

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After a few hours of rest, the girl and her dog awoke from their slumber and began to make their way out of the woods. The two followed the familiar path, soon arriving back into the dandelion field. The fuzzy yellows and the fluffy whites were still evident in the lush green field and paired perfectly with the colorful sunset that rose over the small field. Edith sat down, watching as Taylor once again ran through the field, with Edith even when the world was against her. In the distance, she still spotted smoke from her village's smoldering ruins. Edith didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't know if she would find another quiet village to settle down in. She didn't know if she was going to leave the kingdom altogether, restart her life, and try and forget about the horrid events that took place the night before. She didn't know if she was going to try and fight the evil king who had taken her parents, and destroyed her home and village, before enlisting her boyfriend and telling him he had to give up her for the crown. She wasn't sure. But what she did know was that she was going to continue going. Find a way out of the sorrows of the night. And she knew she was going to have Taylor right beside her. Her faithful dog, who defended her against fire, against kings, and against her own reckless actions. Because of this, she knew it was going to end up alright. After all, you can't stay sad when your dog is leaping through dandelions, snapping at every fluffy seedling, and overall being a very silly dog.

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Part Two: Constellations

Time for another swclassic activity: constellations! These groups of stars have been used to help wanderers find their bearings for thousands of years, and they’re still used today to name stars, track crop growth and more! Constellations often have a story behind them, whether that be the tale of Orion the hunter or the punishment of the boastful queen Cassiopeia. Each constellation is interesting and unique, and in this activity, you’ll be carrying on the tradition of using the stars to tell stories by creating a backstory of your own for a constellation! you have two options for this segment: you can either create your own brand-new constellation and explain how it came to be, or you can find an already existing constellation and write about its (real or fictional) backstory! Either way, you should write at least 300 words of your constellation’s origins. Feel free to let your imagination go wild: maybe your constellation jumped into the sky to escape pirate mangos or accidentally catapulted into the heavens after a failed science project. The only limit is your imagination, so get writing, explorers!

Authors note: this is my second Magkoaian Myth, with the first being the legend of Ember and Rust. I’m not sure if Ember and Rust are on scratch, so if you want to see them, lmk

The sunny rays lit up the center of the Magkoaian Fire Tribe, as various Magkoa began to populate the area, each going about their day. Again, an older woman in a cloak sat beside the tree, watching as children ran over to listen to her words. “Tell us the story of the star horse!” a little boy, with a darkness mark, said.

The old lady chuckled. “Ok. Listen close children.”

“A long time ago, long before the tribes, even before the time of Ember and Rust, Magkoas had no easy way of getting around the island. They had to walk everywhere. It would take forever for any communication to get completely across the island and it caused many delays and issues.


So one day, a young Magkoa boy named Ash decided to change something about it. He had heard rumors of an animal on the mainland that humans used to travel long distances. So when the next small crew of Magkoas left to head to the mainland to check on the humans, Ash stowed along with them. Once he arrived, he wasn’t sure where to start. The Magkoas had never seen such an animal. So he began walking, using a piece of cloth to hide his earth mark.
Eventually, he reached a small farm, and saw multiple fine horses on the farm, one of which was being ridden by a human girl. Ash knew that this animal must be it. So he went over and began talking to the horses like any other animal. Soon, he managed to convince multiple horses to return with him to the island. He mounted a dark black horse and led the charge to the ocean.
As he was making off with the horses, the humans noticed and began to pursue him. Using his Magkoaian powers, he hindered the humans as much as he could. Soon they reached the ocean, but to his surprise, the Magkoa boat was gone. Ash was thinking about how it was all over, how he had failed his one mission. However, somehow, the black horse heard Ash’s thoughts, and something changed. Just as the humans caught up, the black horse managed to take the rest of the horses into the sky just beginning to dot with stars. Ash stared in awe, as they floated among stars. Something in the horses changed. They each developed a unique marking, as well as their own language. Soon, they landed on the Magkoaian Island, changed. They were no longer just regular horses. They were the horses we know and love today. Ash bonded with the black horse, who developed a star on its fur. Together, the two rode about the island. However, if you looked up to the stars, you could see a horse in the stars, a star horse, rumored to be the place in the cosmos where our horses got their unique powers.”

The kids all sat, mesmerized. “I can’t wait until I bond with my horse!” A little girl said. “My horse is going to be awesome!” A little boy said. One little kid walked forward. “Is the story about the star horse true Miss Lady?”

The lady just chuckled. “We don’t know. It’s a myth. Just like the story of Ember and Rust. It may be true, it may be legend. We may never know. I just know that if you look up in the night sky, you can find a horse made of stars.

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Part 4: Fan-fiction

Hey heroes! Welcome to the last part of this wonderful weekly– I hope you've had a blast so far <33 Now, it's time to write some fanfiction–SWC fanfiction, to be exact! Take the motif of the flower you chose earlier in this weekly or the meaning of the constellation and use that in your fanfiction, which can be about anything, from creating chaos in the main cabin to exploring your cabin's storyline with your cabinmates! You can have volunteers in your fanfic or just yourself–anything goes as long as it's at least 600 words!

Authors Note: Feel free to make your own fanfiction to go along with the ending If you need info on Flameshadow Village, or any of the realms connected with the village, lmk. BTW: I used my four flower things: Betrayal, Faithfulness, Wealth, and Protection

Before Camp:

In a Small Room:
Three girls sat together, glancing at a small portal they created. They knew other leaders were doing the same, getting ready for SWC.

“Together?” one of them said.
The other girls nodded. One of the girls spoke up. “After all, what could go wrong. They won't find our secret. They'll be distracted by the writing prompts and the normal chaos. Everything will go great,” she said, reassuring herself, and the other two girls.
“You're right Sienna. They will never know,” the final girl replied. Then the three jumped through the portal.

In a Different Realm:
“We are behind schedule! Get the portal frame up!” a blond girl yelled.
Another blond girl chuckled. “Calm down, Phoe. You'll be fine. Most people don't worry about a fancy portal system to get them to camp.”
Phoenix shook her head. “I know Char, I'm just stressed. I've got Beta starting, an essay due in two weeks, you can blame Cardinal for that, SHC to think about, band to help, music to lead, two countries to protect, and way too many things to do. Besides, Flameshadow Village is a mess,” she said, barely taking a breath.
Charlotte sighed, rubbing her head. “Phoe… you're going to do great at Beta, you won't have any issues with your essay, your music is fine, your countries are fine, SHC will be fine. And you are the one who authorized the renovations of the village after your SWC application this time around, so you're the one responsible for the mess,” she said.
Phoenix sighed. “I guess you are right…” Phoenix said, as a portal opened in the freshly completed portal frame. “I don't know….” she said, glancing at the portal.
“Go!” Charlotte said, shoving Phoenix into the portal. Phoenix let out a small scream as she flew through the portal. Charlotte's eyes widened as she realized what she had done. “She's going to kill me,” she said, before running through a portal labeled, 'Squad Base."

In the Host Realm:
A group of people looked at each other. “Time to unlock the main cabin,” one said. The others nodded. “This session is going to go great!” another said. They all nodded, and Starr turned the key in the lock.

Camp:
Deep in Fairy Tale Cabin:
Phoenix sighed, finishing a daily, turning it into the main cabin turning it into the main cabin turn in box. She had mostly taken her human identity, Chloe, as most people just chose to call her that. She was enjoying camp, interacting with her cabin leaders and others in her cabin. She had been there for three days because of Charlotte.
“She is so done once I get back to the village,” she whispered to herself.
“What?” Sienna said, looking up.
Chloe just smiled. “Oh… nothing. Just talking to myself,” she said, walking deeper into the woods. As she was walking, she began to hum a song.
“Pretty,” a voice said, from behind a tree.
Chloe's eyes widened. “Who's there?” she demanded, reaching for her bow, before realizing she left it at the cabin.
“Just me,” an older lady said, stepping out from behind a tree.
“Who's me?” Chloe retorted.
The lady just smiled. “It doesn't matter. Hey, I've got some apples. Do you want them?”
Chloe shrugged. “Sure!” she said, taking the bag.
The lady grinned, then vanished. Chloe shrugged, grinning, knowing she could start some chaos. She went back to the cabin, grabbing her bow and some of her jewels, which she had plenty of. She was one of the wealthiest members of her cabin. She then grabbed an apple, hiding the rest under her bunk. Finally, she walked out to Sienna. “Hey. Are these jewels edible or should I eat this apple I got from an old lady in the woods?” Chloe asked innocently.
Sienna gave Chloe a weird look. “You can spend your jewels in the marketplace…”
Chloe grinned. “So the apple is ok?”
“Wait, no, what? Give me that!” Sienna said, alarmed.
Chloe laughed, jumping away from Sienna, before sprinting for the main cabin.
“STOP! I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” Sienna yelled. “No…no…no….Alana and Amyethesis are going to kill me for this! I might have to switch to my Tinkergoat form to dispose of the apple….the campers won't find out….right?” she whispered to herself, before sprinting after Chloe.

Main Cabin:
Chloe sprinted into the main cabin, knocking over a stack of thesaureses and sending a stack of blank notebook paper flying into the air. Several campers who had been peacefully lounging around in the main cabin looked up alarmed. “Help!” Sienna's trying to steal my apple!“
Three campers rose up, ready to assist Chloe. ”What's going on?“ Mouse of Dystopian asked.
”Why is Sienna taking your apple?“ Twi of the Sci-Fi cabin asked.
”Where did you get the apple?“ Nova of Myth wondered out loud.
”I got it from an old lady in Fairy Tale woods,“ Chloe said, shrugging.
”WE'RE IN SNOW WHITE'S STORY! THE APPLE IS POISONED!“ Sienna shouted, sprinting in.
Twi and Mouse started laughing hysterically. ”Eat it Chloe!" Mouse yelled, diving into Sienna's way to protect Chloe's apple.
Nova's eyes widened. “No! Don't!”

The next few minutes were a flurry of activity. Chloe noted, during the war, Sienna would disappear and Tinkergoat would appear. At one point, Tinkergoat stole her apple, but Chloe managed to grow an apple tree secretly, using her earth Magkoa powers, and pluck an apple from that. Eventually, Chloe ended up in a tree, eating her apple, watching the chaos unfold. She carefully, documented each detail, so she would have proof to bring back home. After a bit, things settled done, Toads and Mangos started getting involved, and Chloe silently slipped out of the tree, rushing back to the Fairy Tale cabin to record lyrics for the anthem dailies they had been given.

In the Host Realm:
The six hosts stared in shock at the chaos unfolding in the main cabin. “How…why?” Luna said, in a confused tone. “This is like chaos on top of our normal chaos…it's only day three…what's happened?”
Watching, Starr chuckled. “Chloe happened. She started it.”
Robin looked confused. “But she's been in our camp for over a year, with her first session being November 2022. She was in Hi-Fi, remember? She participated quite a bit at the beginning, and kinda tampered out after that,” Robin said.
“She's applied for leader for a year straight,” Luna added.
“But here's the thing. Her activity wasn't the highest the last few sessions. She didn't really talk much. Suddenly something changed. She's now knee deep into camp…I think we are seeing a bit of her true, hidden colors.” Starr said.
Moss chuckled. “If what you are saying is true…then I think we are looking at a very chaotic session…overall.”
The other hosts nodded, again looking at the chaos of the main cabin.

In a Different Realm:
“I'm glad you came to visit. I've been worried sick! What if you had gotten lost in Branson during Beta!” Diamond complained to Phoenix, who had just emerged from the portal now labeled, ‘SWC MARCH 2024’.
“I'm fine. I can take care of myself. Elemental magkoa, who has spend quite a bit of time training in various fighting technices, who also never gets lost, remember? Besides, when in doubt, I could always call Rusty.” Phoenix reassured him.
Diamond shook his head. “Are you at least having fun so far?” he asked.
“Yes. I know I have to go back to school tomorrow, so now I've got to balance school, my duties for the Magkoa-Wysterian Empire, and SWC. But…I think I can do it. In fact…I know I can do it. I have more motivation now, then ever. Come on…I'll tell you about it in my palace.”

The two walked to the palace, where they were joined by a sheepish Charlotte, as well as a few other advisors.

“So I may have started a war…” Phoenix began.
“ANOTHER ONE?” Diamond said, shocked.
"Not like a war with the States. Or with the Dark Tribe. Or with my sister. No…a chaos war. An apple vs. toad war. A fun world. You know what? I can be myself around these people. I can forget about everything and be my chaotic, daydreaming self. I don't have to worry about wars or fighting here. I don't have to worry about people betraying me…and if they betray me, it's just in a fun, chaotic sense. No, they made a big mistake. They just accepted me as one of their own. And you know me. I'm faithful to my group. Loyal. It's the reason my people like me. The reason my squad trusts me. The reason I got drum major in band. I stick with my group and won't leave them for anything. I don't know if that was the biggest mistake of their life, or if it was the best choice of their life. But they have to deal with me now. Not the halfway interested, mostly distracted Phoenix of the last sessions. All. Of. Me.
The other people in the room just watched in shock. “I don't think she breathed one time,” Charlotte said.
Phoenix just laughed. “I'm a band kid after all!”
The room just merged into laughter, that gave way to chatter, as they talked about the future of SWC, random Magkoa stuff, and more.

Deep in the Fairy Tale forest:
“GURTLE! GET BACK HERE!” one camper cried.
“COME BACK WITH OUR LINK!” another said.
A whole group of campers sprinted after the small turtle, who was running away with a cunning look on it's little turtle face. Suddenly, it found a portal deep in the woods, and leaped through it. The campers all leaped after it.

In a Different Realm:
Gurtle ran into Flameshadow Village, quickly getting lost in the various styles of houses and character. The campers just stood at the entryway to the portal, staring at all the other portals and looking at the houses, and the large castle in the distance.
“Where are we?” one said.
“And what was that portal doing in Fairy Tale Forest?” yet another one said.
“And where's Gurtle?!”

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Weekly Parts Done: 4/4
Words Done: 3477/1200
Fancy image sets Completed: 1/1

Daily March 16th

One of the best things about SWC is its ability to connect young writers across different countries and cultures, which is absolutely incredible In today’s daily, we’ll be embracing our community’s uniqueness by writing about life from another swcer’s perspective! What would their average day look like? What hobbies, interests and activities do they engage in? Answer these questions and more in at least 300 words to claim 200 points for your cabin, plus an additional 100 for sharing proof!

Authors note: I kidnapped uh borrowed Mouse's life. ENJOY

I woke up from dreams of mangos and chaos. Shaking off sleep, I leaped out of bed, straight to my phone. I logged onto scratch, checking my messages, seeing various messages from campers from all cabins. I chuckled at one of the comments, quickly typing a reply, before heading downstairs for breakfast. “Morning mom!” I called, watching as she poured herself a bowl of cereal.
“Morning Skylar. Did you sleep well last night?” my mother asked me.
“Yes! I'm going to eat, and get started on schoolwork!” I said.
“This is really odd. You've seemed so much more excited about doing schoolwork once March started. It's really weird Skylar…what's up?” my mom inquired.
I just gave her an innocent smile. “Is it wrong to be excited about schoolwork?”
“No…I guess not…” she said.
I scarfed down my food, running back to my room, logging on to my laptop. After ensuring the latest storyline bit was out for dystopian, and making sure chaos needing me to join wasn't starting in the main cabin, I begrundendly began working on my math.
An hour or so later, I finished my math. “Perfect! Break time!” I declared to myself, switching my tab to my doc which I did all my writing on. I glanced at the latest daily prompt, and began writing. I quickly lost track of time, and my word count, as I typed away, lost in a story. Finally, I finished it, ensuring it was over the word count requirement, sumiting it to the main cabin. “Perfect!” I said.
“What's perfect?” my mom said, causing me to jump. “I hope it's your history assignment and your science project.”
“I do those after lunch, remember?” I said, quickly.
“Yes, I do remember….that this whole history and science thing after lunch started in March,” my mother replied, “I'm on to you Skylar.”
I just shrugged, smiling, SWC daydreams filling my head.

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Daily March 17

It's Hozier the bog man's birthday today! (Yes, that would be the musical artist.) Here's an age-old prompt, but with a twist - pick a Hozier song lyric, and write a piece inspired by it - as abstract or literal as you like. If you're unsure about what lyric to choose, feel free to ask in the comments ^^ 300 points for 300 words, and an extra 150 for providing proof. (Bonus: Name your favourite Hozier song in the comments and Starr will give you a daisy <3)

Lyric used: Someone New - ‘would things be easier if there was a right way? honestly, there is no right way’

I look around the dark forest, trying to determine the way to go. As a wanted criminal, no town would take me in, to hide me. “It's not like I even know where the closest town is,” I muttered to myself.
I quickly scaled a tree, trying to catch a glimpse of anything outside the forest. But all I saw were trees, dark pines. Climbing back down, I landed on the pine needle-littered floor with a small thud. Then I began to walk.
As I walked, I noticed wildlife scurrying about, blades of grass swaying in the wind, and the wind whistling through the trees. Soon, night began to fall, and I sighed, trying to decide if I was going to stop and rest, or keep walking. “I'm so lost. Why did I do this? Why did I run?” I said, my voice floating away with the wind.
Suddenly, I heard some rustles from nearby. I froze, before climbing another tree to hide. From my higher vantage point, I noticed it was royal guards. “Oh no, oh no, oh no. If only I knew the right way out of this forest. It would be so much easier if I just knew the right way out,” I said to myself, before pausing and reevaluating my situation. “Is there even a right way out?”
Soon, the royal guards were below me, determining whether or not they were going to make camp for the night, or continue the search for me. I sighed, knowing my best shot out of the forest alive was with the guards. But I also knew that I would lose my freedom, which was really the only thing I had left. Biting my lip, I made my decision. Silently, I scaled down the tree, giving myself up to the guards, resigning myself to a life in prison.
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Daily March 19

Capturing the perfect atmosphere is essential in writing! Come up with three words to describe one of your characters and three more for a setting you'd like to put them in. Use a thesaurus to make a list of six related words, and write a scene of at least 400 words that embodies the vibes of your list for 300 points. Earn 150 extra points for providing proof. Bonus: Post your list in the comments and write a scene using the words from someone else's list.

Character: Fiery, Leader, Creative
Setting: Royal, Fantasy, Friendly

Other words: spirited, ruler, innovative, magnificent, fairyland, loyal

Phoenix rand through the magnificent halls of the Wysterian Royal Palace, in her squad uniform. Her squad uniform was covered in mud, the complete opposite of the fairyland-like palace she was in. She ran through a pair of doors, opening them with a thud. “I'm here! Don't worry!”
“We were so worried,” Diamond said, rolling his eyes.
“Phoe, you're uniform is a mess! What were you doing?” Charlotte said, worrying about her longtime mentor and loyal friend.
“Oh, I was just working on a new invention. I had to test it outside though, as I didn't want it to mess up and blow up the squad base. It's a good thing I did, as it did blow up…and sent me flying into a patch of mud. BUT DON'T WORRY! I think I know how to fix it. Unfortunately, Rusty flew in your message about the meeting. So here I am!” Phoenix said, grinning.
“Well, you certainly are a spirited young ruler,” General Horace Walker, of the Wysterian army, said, chuckling at his young leader's antics.
Phoenix just shrugged, leaping into her chair at the head of the table. “Ok, let's get this meeting started! So, why is the Tri-Allance here?”
Charlotte sighed, while Diamond just stared up at the sky, wondering how his leader, a girl so smart, could be so out of it at times.
“Didn't you know, my queen? The Dark Tribe is threatening an attack on the Tri-Allance as a whole. We've got to figure out how to fight them. You're one of the most innovative Magkoas I know. Surely you can come up with something.” General Walker said.
“Right. Simple. Send the squad in!” Phoenix said.
“There's like 15 of you,” Queen Evelynn said, who led the kingdom Nautica, “And you guys are all under 18, minus like 3 of you.”
“Four,” Phoenix corrected quickly. “Cardinal, Parrot, Bee, and Dove, remember? Five if you count Dream.”
Charlotte just shook her head. “Yes, the squad will help. But I think we need all of our armies ready and trained. There are four islands we have to protect. We have four different armies, more if you count the separate tribal armies. We'll be fine. We've faced the Dark Tribe before. We can do it again.”
Everyone in the room nodded their head at Charlotte's statement. The General Walker spoke up. “So, ready the armies?”
Phoenix nodded. “Yes. Let's destroy the Dark Tribe!”
Diamond sighed. “Remind me again how you became leader of Wysteria? You are hardly qualified.”
Phoenix just shrugged. “That's a great question. I was kinda just volitold to be queen. I just hope I serve my people well.” she said, looking to General Walker, with a nervous, but friendly smile.
“You're doing a great job my queen. I wouldn't serve anyone but you,” General Walker replied.
Phoenix smiled. “Let's go kick some Dark Tribe BUTT!!!!”


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Daily March 20th

Villains are often formed after some traumatic backstory that is later revealed to the hero and humanizes the villain. For this daily write 400 words about a villain, whether an existing one or one of your creations, who ends up not actually being the bad guy. Completing this daily will earn you 350 points with an additional 100 points for sharing!

“Why are you such a bully? Why are you such a VILLIAN?” A brown-haired girl, with glistening brown eyes said, her sword poised to strike.
I pause my latest attack, thinking for a moment, my mind reeling at her last words. I'd only ever wanted to be the hero, be there for everyone. But I gave myself, my own needs, away in the process.

It started when I was young. I was a bright-eyed little girl, with perfect grades, always willing to help. People said I had a “perfect life”. Inside, however, my head was confused, my heart yearning for people to see my needs every once in a while. But I stayed silent, always helping, never knowing how, when to say no.

I grew a bit, becoming a Beta in my school. I kept my perfect grades, joined many clubs, showering myself with responsibilities. Yet people expected more and more out of me. I started learning how to say no, how to take care of myself. But people would ignore me. They would keep pressing, keep wanting me to help, causing me to struggle to say no anywhere else.

Finally, I reach my darkest points. I could no longer contain my thoughts, my feelings, my emotions, all of which I kept in check. Then came the shadows.

“Oh, your mother was a Magkoa,” they said. “She must have passed her ancestery onto you! You're a shadow Magkoa now!”

I couldn't contain it. I couldn't control it. My shadow powers mixed with my already versitle emotions, and I snapped. Shadow magic went everywhere. I became a monster.

The Dark Tribe found me at my lowest point. Parents said I should no longer be allowed to be in school because of the danger I poised. Teachers fought for me, but they could only do so much. I lost the only thing that kept me going. My excellent school work. My will to help others. My desire to one day become a teacher myself. Silenced by the angry cries of the parents, who couldn't understand that their kids had cause this. Their kids who never knew that no means no.

I was nothing.

The Dark Tribe promised me something.

I never wanted to become a villain. I never wanted to fight the “good side”.

I just wanted to help. I just wanted to be there for everyone.

I gave my whole self away, and the world gave me nothing in return.

Now I stand with the Dark Tribe. It's not ideal, but no one else will take me. Besides, they made me feel welcome. They understand that I just wanted to help, that all they needed was to tell me what to do. But they also understood that no means no.

Snapping out of my daydream, shadows flicker at my fingertips, as I stare at the squad member opposing me. Cleo, was her name, also known as Eagle. I glance to the ground, trying to plan my next move. Then I sigh, sending a shadow blast big enough to knock Cleo off her guard, before vanishing into the shadows.

I didn't know if I was going to return to the Dark Tribe. I didn't know if I was going to integrate in one of the 4 nations in the Tri-Allaiance. I didn't know if I was going to hide as a human. But the shadows are my home. More of a home then ever. And for once, I finally found a peace within myself. A little voice telling me telling me that maybe I'm not failing everyone. A voice telling me I just needed to find the right place.

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Daily March 21

Happy World Poetry Day! There are many types of poetry, from haikus to odes, but they all have one thing in common: they are written about something the author is passionate about. For today's daily, it's your turn to write a poem about one of your passions! Whether it's ballet or world peace, poems can be about anything that you enjoy. Be creative with poem style, wording, and topic. You can earn 200 points for 200 words, along with an extra 100 for sharing. Good luck, (tortured) poets!

People call it daydreaming.
I call it my storyline.
People call it stupid.
I call it something to fill my time.

It started out small
with Superheros, cats, and attacks
It grew to be my life
Something helping my stress filled world not to collapse

In the beginning, I was a simple warrior
now I rule two island countries.
It may be a place of fantasy,
but it's the only place I can bear to be.

I've got people who've got my back
People who teach me the best techniques
People who tell me the best way to live
and people who keep track of my weeks

Yes, they may all be in my head
They may just be my varying personalities all speaking to myself
but this world is what keeps me going
even more then the books on the shelf

I still keep it hidden.
I still keep it a secret.
But parts of it are slipping out
When people catch me at my weakest.

When people ask me my favorite animal
I now tell them a Phoenix
a symbol of my burning spirit
and my personality, a unique mix

For now I'll keep writing
keep daydreaming in the light
about my magical Magkoa
who are with me in any fight

+213 words

Fanfiction Entry for Writing Contest:

Authors Note: This is an SWC fanfiction, with hints from my book series I'm writing about Phoenix and the Magkoas, as well as Flameshadow Village, the realm that stores all my ocs, on my alternate account @-Flameshadow_Hybrid- . Is it possible to make a fanfiction of your own work? I don't know, because technically this is not canon, but it could be XD. Regardless, enjoy, and a special thanks to the many people (hosts, my cabin leaders, and participants in the Apple war) who I kidnapped for this XD.

A Magkoa in SWC

Before Camp:

In a Small Room:
Three girls sat together, glancing at a small portal they created. They knew other leaders were doing the same, getting ready for SWC.

“Together?” one of them said.
The other girls nodded. One of the girls spoke up. “After all, what could go wrong? They won't find our secret. They'll be distracted by the writing prompts and the normal chaos. Everything will go great,” she said, reassuring herself, and the other two girls.
“You're right Sienna. They will never know,” the final girl replied. Then the three jumped through the portal.

In a Different Realm:
“We are behind schedule! Get the portal frame up!” a blond girl yelled.
Another blond girl chuckled. “Calm down, Phoe. You'll be fine. Most people don't worry about a fancy portal system to get them to camp.”
Phoenix shook her head. “I know Char, I'm just stressed. I've got Beta starting, an essay due in two weeks, you can blame Cardinal for that, SHC to think about, a band to help, music to lead, two countries to protect, and way too many things to do. Besides, Flameshadow Village is a mess,” she said, barely taking a breath.
Charlotte sighed, rubbing her head. “Phoe… you're going to do great at Beta, you won't have any issues with your essay, your music is fine, your countries are fine, SHC will be fine. And you are the one who authorized the renovations of the village after your SWC application this time around, so you're the one responsible for the mess,” she said.
Phoenix sighed. “I guess you are right…” Phoenix said, as a portal opened in the freshly completed portal frame. “I don't know….” she said, glancing at the portal.
“Go!” Charlotte said, shoving Phoenix into the portal. Phoenix let out a small scream as she flew through the portal. Charlotte's eyes widened as she realized what she had done. “She's going to kill me,” she said, before running through a portal labeled, 'Squad Base."

In the Host Realm:
A group of people looked at each other. “Time to unlock the main cabin,” one said. The others nodded. “This session is going to go great!” another said. They all nodded, and Starr turned the key in the lock.

Camp:
Deep in Fairy Tale Cabin:
Phoenix sighed, finishing a daily, turning it into the main cabin turning it into the main cabin turn-in box. She had mostly taken her human identity, Chloe, as most people just chose to call her that. She was enjoying camp, interacting with her cabin leaders and others in her cabin. She had been there for three days because of Charlotte.
“She is so done once I get back to the village,” she whispered to herself.
“What?” Sienna said, looking up.
Chloe just smiled. “Oh… nothing. Just talking to myself,” she said, walking deeper into the woods. As she was walking, she began to hum a song.
“Pretty,” a voice said, from behind a tree.
Chloe's eyes widened. “Who's there?” she demanded, reaching for her bow, before realizing she left it at the cabin.
“Just me,” an older lady said, stepping out from behind a tree.
“Who's me?” Chloe retorted.
The lady just smiled. “It doesn't matter. Hey, I've got some apples. Do you want them?”
Chloe shrugged. “Sure!” she said, taking the bag.
The lady grinned, then vanished. Chloe shrugged, grinning, knowing she could start some chaos. She went back to the cabin, grabbing her bow and some of her jewels, which she had plenty of. She was one of the wealthiest members of her cabin. She then grabbed an apple, hiding the rest under her bunk. Finally, she walked out to Sienna. “Hey. Are these jewels edible or should I eat this apple I got from an old lady in the woods?” Chloe asked innocently.
Sienna gave Chloe a weird look. “You can spend your jewels in the marketplace…”
Chloe grinned. “So the apple is ok?”
“Wait, no, what? Give me that!” Sienna said, alarmed.
Chloe laughed, jumping away from Sienna, before sprinting for the main cabin.
“STOP! I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” Sienna yelled. “No…no…no….Alana and Amethyst are going to kill me for this! I might have to switch to my Tinkergoat form to dispose of the apple….the campers won't find out….right?” she whispered to herself, before sprinting after Chloe.

Main Cabin:
Chloe sprinted into the main cabin, knocking over a stack of thesauruses and sending a stack of blank notebook paper flying into the air. Several campers who had been peacefully lounging around in the main cabin looked up alarmed. “Help!” Sienna's trying to steal my apple!“
Three campers rose up, ready to assist Chloe. ”What's going on?“ Mouse of Dystopian asked.
”Why is Sienna taking your apple?“ Twi of the Sci-Fi cabin asked.
”Where did you get the apple?“ Nova of Myth wondered out loud.
”I got it from an old lady in Fairy Tale Woods,“ Chloe said, shrugging.
”WE'RE IN SNOW WHITE'S STORY! THE APPLE IS POISONED!“ Sienna shouted, sprinting in.
Twi and Mouse started laughing hysterically. ”Eat it, Chloe!" Mouse yelled, diving into Sienna's way to protect Chloe's apple.
Nova's eyes widened. “No! Don't!”

The next few minutes were a flurry of activity. Chloe noted, that during the war, Sienna would disappear and Tinkergoat would appear. At one point, Tinkergoat stole her apple, but Chloe managed to grow an apple tree secretly, using her earth Magkoa powers, and pluck an apple from that. Eventually, Chloe ended up in a tree, eating her apple, and watching the chaos unfold. She carefully documented each detail, so she would have proof to bring back home. After a bit, things settled down, Toads and Mangos started getting involved, and Chloe silently slipped out of the tree, rushing back to the Fairy Tale cabin to record lyrics for the anthem dailies they had been given.

In the Host Realm:
The six hosts stared in shock at the chaos unfolding in the main cabin. “How…why?” Luna said, in a confused tone. “This is like chaos on top of our normal chaos…it's only day three…what's happened?”
Watching, Starr chuckled. “Chloe happened. She started it.”
Robin looked confused. “But she's been in our camp for over a year, with her first session being November 2022. She was in Hi-Fi, remember? She participated quite a bit at the beginning, and kinda tampered out after that,” Robin said.
“She's applied for leader for a year straight,” Luna added.
“But here's the thing. Her activity wasn't the highest in the last few sessions. She didn't really talk much. Suddenly something changed. She's now knee-deep into camp…I think we are seeing a bit of her true, hidden colors.” Starr said.
Moss chuckled. “If what you are saying is true…then I think we are looking at a very chaotic session…overall.”
The other hosts nodded, again looking at the chaos of the main cabin.

In a Different Realm:
“I'm glad you came to visit. I've been worried sick! What if you had gotten lost in Branson during Beta!” Diamond complained to Phoenix, who had just emerged from the portal now labeled, ‘SWC MARCH 2024’.
“I'm fine. I can take care of myself. Elemental Magkoa, who has spent quite a bit of time training in various fighting techniques, who also never gets lost, remember? Besides, when in doubt, I could always call Rusty.” Phoenix reassured him.
Diamond shook his head. “Are you at least having fun so far?” he asked.
“Yes. I know I have to go back to school tomorrow, so now I've got to balance school, my duties for the Magkoa-Wysterian Empire, and SWC. But…I think I can do it. In fact…I know I can do it. I have more motivation now than ever. Come on…I'll tell you about it in my palace.”

The two walked to the palace, where they were joined by a sheepish Charlotte, as well as a few other advisors.

“So I may have started a war…” Phoenix began.
“ANOTHER ONE?” Diamond said, shocked.
"Not like a war with the States. Or with the Dark Tribe. Or with my sister. No…a chaotic war. An apple vs. toad war. A fun world. You know what? I can be myself around these people. I can forget about everything and be my chaotic, daydreaming self. I don't have to worry about wars or fighting here. I don't have to worry about people betraying me…and if they betray me, it's just in a fun, chaotic sense. No, they made a big mistake. They just accepted me as one of their own. And you know me. I'm faithful to my group. Loyal. It's the reason my people like me. The reason my squad trusts me. The reason I got drum major in band. I stick with my group and won't leave them for anything. I don't know if that was the biggest mistake of their life, or if it was the best choice of their life. But they have to deal with me now. Not the halfway interested, mostly distracted Phoenix of the last sessions. All. Of. Me.
The other people in the room just watched in shock. “I don't think she breathed one time,” Charlotte said.
Phoenix just laughed. “I'm a band kid after all!”
The room just merged into laughter, that gave way to chatter, as they talked about the future of SWC, random Magkoa stuff, and more.

Deep in the Fairy Tale forest:
“GURTLE! GET BACK HERE!” one camper cried.
“COME BACK WITH OUR LINK!” another said.
A whole group of campers sprinted after the small turtle, who was running away with a cunning look on its little turtle face. Suddenly, it found a portal deep in the woods and leaped through it. The campers all leaped after it.

In a Different Realm:
Gurtle ran into Flameshadow Village, quickly getting lost in the various styles of houses and characters. The campers just stood at the entryway to the portal, staring at all the other portals and looking at the houses, and the large castle in the distance.
“Where are we?” one said.
“And what was that portal doing in Fairy Tale Forest?” yet another one said.
“And where's Gurtle?!”


Word Count, after Minor Edits: 1698

Daily March 22

Writers use a lot of figurative language, and today we're focusing on just one type: pathetic fallacy. Similar to personification, pathetic fallacy is when a story utilizes the environment to convey emotions by using typically human actions (ex: weeping raindrops, dancing leaves, etc). For 300 points, write a story of at least 250 words using pathetic fallacy to convey an emotion. Then, post it in the comments for 150 more points and see if anyone can guess which emotion it is!

The clouds cried as each raindrop fell like a tear onto the already-drenched ground. A girl stands outside, pleading with the skies to end it, to release the bright rays of hope the sun would bring. The angry thunder was long gone, but still, the fallen tears of the shadowy grey clouds fell on the land. The girl turns, singing a sad song, changing the lyrics to match her heart's pain, and to hopefully forget the fear and the clinging feeling of not knowing weighing her down.
Walking inside a tan building, her shoes echoing in the small hallway, the sound reflecting off the brick walls into the large gym she had known for eight years. However, the sights inside were unfamiliar, foreign almost, as people in yellow shirts as well as grey shirts with a small red cross mingled with people she had known for so long. The girl approached her grandma, who was catching up with old friends as well as making new ones. She stood by her grandma, watching another lady who was 103, prepping little snack bags of chips to go into the larger bags of lunch. The girl watched as a lady came in, tears falling down her face, as she ran to the girl's dad, sharing her woes, and mourning her son's death. Again, the rain began to fall, harder, echoing off the roof of the large tan building, seemingly sharing the woes of the town. The town was so hurt by storms, that some would never recover.

I look back at that whisper of a memory and sigh. Again, I look at the local news, the story, sharing once again the woes of the people in the town, who are being refused money raised for them, despite call after call. Three times over the last year was this small town on the news. Anger burns within me, anger crashing around my head like thunder, as I fight hot tears gathering at my eyes. Inside, small rays of hope try to fight their way through the shadows, as my own internal storm fights. Maybe one day, I'll have peace. Maybe one day, my town will have peace. One day…
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Cabin Wars Part 2: Chloe lanches an attack

Chloe smiles, knowing she was distracted by the prospect of roleplaying as a semi-retired roleplayer who never wanted to give up roleplaying, but couldn't find people to consistently roleplay with. “Fine, I'll work on Cabin Wars,” she said, grinning with a bag full of apples.

Chloe gazed at the red-tinted skies, ready for war. She knew she needed to work on the weekly, but that could wait just a bit longer. It was time for her to cause chaos. Lots of it. She ran off in the direction of the Dystopian cabin, a brown bag slung over her shoulder, leaving the chatter of the main cabin behind.

Chloe tip-toes into the Dystopian, grining. She had a brown canvas bag strung over her shoulder, as she slid into the Ruins the Dystopian Campers called her home. She had a mission. A mission to distract, to take over, to CONQURE the Dystopian campers. Slipping over to their food supply, she easily found their supply of fruits, and thus their supply of apples. Chloe takes out another bag, slides the apples into the new bag, before filling the now empty bowl with apples from the canvas bag. “Enjoy these apples!” she smiled to herself, thanking the old lady in the woods once again for this chaos filled treats. Once an appropriate amount of apples had been placed into the bowl, Chloe slung the bag back over her shoulder, sneaking out of the cabin, but not before taking one of the stolen Dystopian apples and taking a bite out of it. “One down, three to go,” she whispered, before sprinting to the main cabin.

Chloe once again walked into the main cabin, a new bag full of lumps at her side, while the brown bag over her shoulder looked emptier. Chloe bit down on an apple, weaving between the members of various cabins discussing Gurtle, who had once again ate the description. She just smiled to herself, looking at the alliance chart, pulling up a screen that looked as though it was made of energy from a watch. She crossed one off, looking at the of fairy tale enemies, before leaving in the direction of the Fan-Fiction cabin.

Chloe runs into the Fan-Fiction cabin, quickly donning the uniform of a FVA officer. She slid her honey blond hair up into a tight ponytail, something completely unusual for the tender headed teenage girl. She slid her blue glasses up, her hazel eyes set on her mission. She noticed there were two sides to this cabin. FVA and Rebels. She chuckled, knowing she could cause more chaos. Quickly, she grabbed a piece of notebook paper, ripping it in half, writing a note on each side. Then she went to the entrance of the rebel base, setting up the apples, with a note that read, “Got you some apples. Peace? - FVA” She knocked on the door, before sprinting to the FVA base. There, she did the same thing, but acting like the note was from the rebel groups. Slipping back into the FVA base, she saw Chuey shouting about the war, and how they had set fire to Fairy Tale cabin. Chloe narrowed her eyes, her hazel eyes briefly turning a firey orange as the wood around her ignited into flames. “Have fun, my friends.” she said, sprinting away, back towards the main cabin.

Chloe grinned, smiling at the chaos she was sparking, the startled cries of Fan-Fi members rushing to their cabin as flames overtook the cabin. She returned to the alliance board, using her holowatch to once again cross off another name on the list. She then played a small game of enni-meeni-mini-moe with the two remaining cabins, her gloved finger landing on the cabin that had remained on top of the leaderboard of so long. “Sci-Fi.” she whispered, walking in the direction of that cabin.

Chloe walked into the Sci-Fi cabin, looking around the Database. She didn't know the best way to blend in, so she decided to make it quick. She ran into the shadow-filled basement she knew the campers gathered in before fighting the AI, quickly filling the empty fruit bowl, usually filled with mangos, with her apples. She then heard a noise, a camper of Sci-fi, who had caught wind of her actions, chasing her down. Chloe quickly used the shadows to hide herself. “The one time I actually like my darkness,” she whispered to herself. Chloe effortlessly slid past the camper, running back to the main cabin.

Chloe smiled, her brown bag nearly empty, but her hazel eyes full of joy. Her plan was working. She only had one place left to go. She knew exactly where that was, so she didn't even bother checking her holowatch. Chloe walked towards tragedy, her face set, her eyes full of devotion.

Chloe walked into Tragedy, actually very unfamiliar with the cabin. She had never been here before, unlike the other three cabins which she scouted out to write anthems for. Inside was dark, almost the vibe of a dead forest in the middle of the night. Chloe shuddered. “Dark Tribe.” She muttered to herself, pressing onwards. She found a small area looked as though it was lived in. She tossed the remaining apples from her brown bag, and wrote a small note. “A gift from your pals from Fairy Tale,” she wrote, signing it with a C and a star. She then sprinted out of the cabin, not going to stay any longer.

Chloe sprinted out of Tradegy, her deed now done. Her brown bag was empty. She wasn't planning on burning down Fan-Fi, but it happened. Now she returned to Fairy Tale, going to extinguish the flames, and actually finish the weekly.

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Phoenix Story
Have you ever heard the story about the girl who rides like the wind? Who can grow plants with nearly a thought, yet can control every raindrop. Who can set fire to the forests but can share stories with the light. Who embraces the darkness yet can heal in the dead of night. A single mark sits on her right hand. A flame in the middle, with colors surrounding, representing the many different elements. Fire, water, ice, air, earth, darkness, light, and healing. Yes, she was powerful. But she was scared. Scared she was going to hurt someone. Scared she would fail the people who needed her the most. Scared she would lose, and devistate the people who put their trust in her when they crown her their queen. She may seem powerful, but what good is that when you are still terrified of yourself?
Arrows thud, swords flash, knife clash, as she practiced daily. Tears fall, knights call, she runs, they chase. “I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!” she cries to the sky as the wind carries her lonely call. Yes, she had come back from the ashes. Yes, she was Phoenix. But each battle left a scar, scars that only cut deeper when she lost people she loved. Some of which never healed.
She stood at the edge of a grassy cliff, staring at the land she called her home. Different biomes coated the island, giving a unique feel to her home. Sinking to her knees, she wonder what she could do. “Will I ever be good enough?” she calls to the wind.
A soft feather touchs her arm. Looking to the side, she saw her phoenix. Rusty. One of the few creatures who truly and fully believed in her. “You've got this,” he whispered, in his ancient, phoenix language. Phoenix stood, glancing at Rusty, glancing back at the cliff, her thoughts pacing. “I can do this!” she cried, seeing the obvious signs of battle at the shore of the banks below the cliff. Then she turned, sprinted, jumping off the cliff, falling…falling. Her outfit changed from a royal blue to a black uniform, blue flames licking the side, an advanced Magkoa tool belt, with her familiar quiver and bow. She landed with a splash in the deep lake, surfacing, and rising to join the battle. She may only be 15, but she could overcome her own challenges to fight for her people. Her species. The mighty, magical Magkoas.
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Random Story
Driving along the highway, staring at the sites. Under a grey blue sky, with trees just sprouting leaves. The road is a dark grey, with orange and white painted lines. Mailboxes line the road, each one leading to a house. Around a curve comes a bridge. After the bridge comes a hill. A pickup truck passes along on the other side, as a small town church appears in the distance. Across from the church, a field of cows, grazing on the light green grass. In the distance, a cellphone tower rises, blinking it's white light to warn anything flying that it's in the way. On the ground, a for sale sign, selling land to build on. Then we pass a natural gas pipeline, a major money maker in our county. Again, brick houses appear as we cross the county line. Across the one, things look the same, as we go down a curvey hill. More cows appear in the fields, as a small song bird flys in the sky. Just a day in a drive in my rural county I love.

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Weekly Four:
MYSTERY

AKA THE GREAT BRASS HEIST!!!

Extention: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/914066871/#comments-393235343

Part One:

To begin your mystery, wander on over to @PoppyWriter's workshop to learn how to plot one! After you've read and internalized the information, write short, 50 word descriptions each for five major plot points in your tale. Be as creative as you like, and feel free to include some classic mystery elements as well.

Exposition: Nelliel and the various members of the brass section walked into the band room like any normal day, just to find everything brass related missing. So they decide to investigate this, by looking around the band room, interrogating each section as well as the band teacher, and getting to the bottom of this so they can play.

Rising Action: The brass buddies go around, investigating every section and every inch of the band room. They run into some issues with the percussion section, while the saxophones just goofed off. However, the flutes and the band director gave some valuable information. Suddenly, they remember: They should check the cameras.

Climax: Running to the office, they watch the cameras, to see it was the 7th grade band students all along. Nelliel, and multiple other brass members, have siblings and other friends in the younger grade, who all got together to play a prank, specifically on the brass section, led by Nelliel's sister.

Falling Action: As they make their way to the band room, finding their instruments and music hidden in the uniform room, the brass buddies realize something. How did the 7th graders get in without a key? Nelliel realizes this, and interrogates their beloved band teacher once again. Finally, the band teacher spilled everything.

Resolution: Once they found out the band teacher helped the 7th graders with their evil scheme, Nelliel and her buddies all went on strike…until the band teacher promised to pay them back with pizza. Then, they all got set up, and off went another normal…well as normal as band could be…rehearsal.
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Part 2:
Clue 1: The brass buddies search the band room and find that the uniform room, which was never locked, is suddenly locked today. Searching the blue room and the band teachers office, they find those rooms are unlocked like normal. However, the uniform room is locked tighter then the windows after the music app kids climbed out of them.

Red Herring 2: The brass buddies innterigate the percussion section. The junior bass drum player says he knows nothing about the instrument. The freshman marimba player claims he probably did it, but kept laughing and running off when asked more. He was declared the number one suspect in the investigation. The freshman snare drum player just shrugged, ignoring them.

Clue 3: When asking the flute players, one of the flute players with a younger sibling in 7th grade said her sibling had been acting weird, but they didn't ask anything more. She also states that the brass instruments were all gone in advisory the day before, but she just assumed Nelliel had ordered a mass practice like she sometimes does and everyone actually listened this time.

? 4: The band teacher refused to answer many of the questions, showering Nelliel with papers to print out to “replace the missing brass sheet music”. He also refused to unlock the uniform closet. However, there was a lone original from a song they had played the semester before on his desk, one that had been residing in the uniform room for the past three months, with no one taking it out.

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Part 3:

Greetings, wanderer - and welcome to the third part of this weekly! Find yourself a partner, and together embark upon an interview. One of you can claim the role of a witness to a crime, whereas the other can wield the power of an interviewer. Go ahead and ask the most ridiculous questions, and answer with the most unexpected responses! Once you’ve completed your interview, it’s time to jot down your conversation. To move onto the next part of this weekly, write 200 words per person for this activity. Have fun with this - after all, every witness carries a small piece of the truth ;D

Nelliel (Me, interigator): Nelliel stalked up to a person in the band room. It was still the morning, so it could be honestly. “Hello. I’m investigating the disappearance of the brass section’s instruments. Would you happen to know anything about that?”

Ekatsim (@A-Sad-Invention, witness): ekatsim turns around, startled. “the brass section's instruments?” she thinks for a moment. “i don't really know, they were there when i last saw them… maybe yesterday?”

Nelliel (Me, interigator): Are you sure? Was anyone acting suspious? Did you see anyone with a brass instrument that doesn't play brass?:

Ekatsim (@A-Sad-Invention, witness):“i'm not sure. i think gurtle was the last one out, so he might know something about it? but i didn't see him at our rehearsal today, so i don't know where he went.”

Nelliel (Me, interigator): “I don't believe I've met Gurtle. Also, did Mr. Fraklin seem off to you today or what? I asked him about my instrument disappearing, and he refused to speak with me!”

Ekatsim (@A-Sad-Invention, witness): “now that i think about it, he was being a little sus.” ekatsim suddenly remembered something that happened the day before. “he told me to stay in the percussion instruments room when i was passing by the brass room.”

Nelliel (Me, interigator): “Odd. He doesn't normally let people in there without him or a student leader in their. Not after the music application kids climbed out the window onto the roof. Somethings off about him>”

Ekatsim (@A-Sad-Invention, witness): “i agree,” ekatsim nodded. “he's been kind of off all week, actually- i just attributed it to the upcoming orchestra performance, but i think it might be related to the brass instruments' disappearance. do you know if he's still here?”

Nelliel (Me, interigator): “He's actually off printing copies. Not having me do it for once in my life. Maybe it's because he knows I'm stressed about all of the brass instruments disappearing. I would have had the whole brass section set up by now but all our instruments, even the sheet music out of our cubbies are just gone!” Nelliel said, frowning. “I swear, if he was a part of this, he is SO fired,” she said, muttering the familiar joke of the band. “Once he gets in here, I'll ask him again.”


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Part 4:

Welcome, detectives, to the final part of this splendiforous weekly! For your fourth activity, you’ll be combining everything you’ve worked on in previous parts into a longer piece. Using your plot points, red herrings, clues, and evidence from the witness interview, write a mystery scene of at least 550 words. You can go about this however you’d like: it could be a snippet of a longer work or its own self-contained story. Make it gripping, make it exciting, make it page-turning (or in this case, screen-scrolling?), and above all, make it mysterious ;D Best of luck, sleuths, and remember to have fun!

Nelliel walks into the band room, a uqinue pep in her step, one she did not have walking into any of her other classes. Of course she was happy, this was band, her favorite class…well besides choir and jazz band. She mingled with some of the various students in the classroom, some in highschool band, others in 7th and 8th grade band, while others took a different class in the band room or was just there to chill with friends. She did this, greeting various people, until around five mintues before the morning bell. Then, she went to set up like normal. First she made sure everyone in the brass section was here…the mighty three of them. After assuring they were all there, she grabbed three chairs, pushing them over to the section they always sat at. Then she grabbed three stands, setting them up. Then she walked over to the instument rack to find her french horn gone. Along with every other french horn and every other brass instument. “WHERE ARE THEY? CHRISTINA? WHAT DID YOU DO?” Nelliel shouted, storming across the band room floor to the freshman trumpet player, notorious for stealing Nelliel's mouthpiece…and her horn at times. Christina's eyes widen in panic as she tries to figure out what she did. “Uh- What did I do?”
“Our intruments! They're gone!” Nelliel said.
“I don't know. It wasn't me this time. Have you asked Mr. Franklin?” Christina asked.
Nelliel shook her head, sprinting to Mr. Franklin's desk. He was sitting there, on his laptop, doing random band teacher stuff. “What's up, Nelliel?” he asked her, looking up.
“Where are our instuments?” she demanded.
“Did you take them home to practice?” came his innocent reply.
“No- I had vocal music to practice,” came her retort.
“I don't know. Have you looked for them?” he replied.
Nelliel just glared at him, stalking off to go search the side rooms of the band room. Checking Mr. Frankin's office, she quickly cleared it. “Nothing in there,” she muttered. Then she walked to the uniform room. “Odd. Locked. This room is never locked,” she said to herself. Then she ran over to the blue room, the place they stored a variety of sheet music and marching drums. “Nothing out of place here,” she said.
Nelliel decided to start interigating various band members, consious that they were rapidly running out of time. She rushed over to the perucussion section. “Did any of y'all steal my brass section's instruments?” she demanded. “I STOLE THEM!” a freshman snare drum player shouted.
“Really? Where?” Nelliel demanded.
“I'm just joking…or am I?” the snare player said, running off to go mess with his friends.
Nelliel frowned, asking every other precussion player, to no avail. She then interigated the saxaphones who were all goofy or aggresive towards Nelliel. “Geez,” Nelliel muttered, walking to the flutes. “You see our instuments?” she asked a fellow sophmore, Sasha, who played flute. “No. But my 7th grade brother was acting really weird yesterday. I also happened to notice they were gone before advisory…I know you weren't in advisory yesterday because of homework but yeah.”
“Interesting…” Nelliel said, walking to the clairnets. After a short talk with Ekatsim, she muttered, “I swear, if he was a part of this, he is SO fired,” she said, muttering the familiar joke of the band. “Once he gets in here, I'll ask him again,” she said, deciding to go talk to Mr. Franklin again.
Walking over, she began piecing together the clues. “Mr. Franklin. I know what happened. Our wonderful 7th grade band siblings worked togather to hide our instuments. The uniform room is locked, so they have to be in their. Can I have a key, so I can get into the uniform room please?” Nelliel asked.
Mr. Franklin just chuckled. “Actually, I need to go print out the latest rhytmn chart. Mind starting the class for me?” he said, before quickly exiting the room.
Nelliel stood in shock, unsure what to do. Then she noticed a piece of music on his desk, a song for last years concert, an original copy, that had lived in the uniform room for the past 6 months.
“MR. FRANKLIN! YOU ARE SO FIRED!” Nelliel shouted after him, frustrated at his antics. But a part of her was also grinning. She knew this was a prank. Mr. Franklin was in on the prank as well. She knew Mr. Franklin fit the band room well. And she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Evetually, after failing to get the class in order, and leading the small handful of kids who would listen to her in breathing warm-ups, Mr. Franklin came back, a whole stack of papers in his hand.
“Good job Nelliel!” he said, handing her the key to the uniform room as a reward for trying to keep the class in line. The three brass members quickly retreieved their instuments, setting up, and joining the song of the band.
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Words: 1563/1200
Parts: 4/4

Gurtle Writing Prompts:

Jim Flabsdz prompt
I chose writing dares

Once upon a time, in a lowly library, lived many bookshelves. These bookshelves all loved to share their stories. Stories of truth and stories of fiction. Stories of fun and stories of pain. However, there was one bookshleve who hated their stories. “I can't believe I was stuck with the little kids books!” he would complain everyday, earning himself the name: The Grumpy Bookshelve. All the other bookshelves would avoid talking to the Grumpy Bookshelf, not wanting to hear him whin and complain about the books he was forced to hold each day and the children who would mess around, spilling stuff on him, messing up his books. He hated the fiction books he was forced to hold, stories about “One fish, Two fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” and stories about a Pokey little puppy. He just wanted to be anything else. Well, one day, the library moved buildings. The grumpy bookshelf whined about the move, about how he jostled around in the back of the moving van, how empty he felt without his books, and how he just wanted to be in one place. When they made it to their new building, the grumpy old bookshelf was stuck in the romance section, now holding adult books with love stories of good and bad. At first he was happy, but then he realized he wasn't getting as many people coming to him. He would only have a few ladies come by, pick out his books. Then the grumpy bookshelf was sad. He missed the many people who would check out his books, even if he got stuff spilled on him, even if he didn't like the stories on his shelf. He was saddened with the loss of his fans, the people who would come to his shelf every week. Then the grumpy bookshelf learned a valuable lesson. You may think your current job is annoying and unfun, but you might find that you will miss it in the future. Everyday, when other shelves told their stories, the grumpy bookshelf would join, telling the stories of the old library, telling the small little picture books and the many kids who would eagerly go to pick books out from his shelf. And he began to known as the wise old bookshelf, rather then the grumpy little bookself.

Gurtle was ready for his reign to begin. It was Gurtle’s time to shine.
Gurtle was the mascot of the March 2024 session, and had spent his free time eating links, gaining supporters, being innocent. No one would suppect him.
Gurtle’s date was set. March 23rd. Cabin wars. The time when all campers would be expecting something big. But not something this big. “Ding,” the bell started to chime, sounding the hour. Gurtle gathered his supples. “Ding.” Gurtle ignited a match. “Ding.” Gurtle lit the main cabin on fire. “Ding.” Gurtle spread mangos trailing to each cabin to spread the flames. “Ding.” Each cabin began to ignite. “Ding.” Gurtle began to put on his costume, his final form. “Ding!” Gurtle grew to 10 foot high. Camper began to crowd around the main cabin, noticing the fires, and the red skies. Then Gurtle stormed towards the main cabin, smashing as many things as he could. “MY NAME IS BURLOG. PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED!” Gurtle yelled, beginning to breathe fire to the shocked and worried campers. His destruction of the camp had begun. He was going to DESTORY everything they held dear. Campers tried to fight back with mangos and apples, frying pans and fire, swords and bows. However, it didn’t really effect the massive turtle bent on his destructive RAGE. Gurtle turned his sights on some of the campers causing the most issues, kidnapping them, while destroying various sites around camp in the process. Campers screamed, Gurtle roared, the sounds of war rickosheying around camp. It was time for camp to end. Once and for all.

In a land of ordinary produce, one was unlike any other. In simple Walmart containers, one avocado looked around it’s container, seeing none of the other avocados moving. “What is this place?” the avocado pondered outloud. A woman nearby heard the voice, and seeing that it was from an avocado screamed and fainted. The avacado looked surprised, leaping out of the container, staring at the woman, before rolling off in a random direction to explore the store. The avocado went down the various alses, looking at ice cream and cereal, candy and cream cheese. “Wow!” it breathed, before heading deeper into the store. Soon it found itself among the clothing, staring at all of the human clothing. It watched as teenaged girls looked at the trendest clothing. It watched as expecting mothers picked out tiny baby clothing and as men picked out a shirt they found nice. “Cool!” it commented, before rolling over to the toy section. It stared at the colorful toys, the fun board games, everything. It was unlike anything the avocado had ever seen before! It spent a good while in the toy section, exploring every nook and cranny, playing with the various toys and having a great and awesome time. Soon, a kid found the avocado, picking it up. The avocado found it couldn’t move, it’s magic blocked by the humans touch. The avocado watched as the kid waddled over to it’s mother. “Mama! Mama! Avocado!” the kid shouted gleefully. The mom looked at the avocado with a strange look. “I want that green stuff! That green stuff we put on the chips.” the kid shouted. The mother just shook her head. “Fine. We can make some guacamole. Put the avocado in the cart, and we’ll go grab some more.” The kid cheered, clutching onto the avocado like it was a baby. Soon the avocado found itself being shoved into a bag with other avocados, run over a scanner, and placed into the back of a car. The car eventually hummed to a stop, and the kid took the bag of avocados inside the house, ready for their treat.


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Daily March 24

“It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…” To honour Tolkien Reading Day tomorrow, let's take a breather to really fall into Middle Earth Hobbit-holes, our heroes' lovely underground homes, have come to be a fixture of Tolkien's cultural impact. Describe what your own personal hobbit hole might look like - the ambiance, the bookshelves, the secret passageways in your cellar; include details! 400 words for 400 points, and an extra 100 points for providing proof.

Walking towards hobbit hole, you notice the outside lawn has a variety of flowers outside, tiger lilies being the primary one. The door is painted a light blue, with a nice white trim, complementing the grassy green of the outside walls. Walking inside, you notice the place is a cluttered sort of organized, with nothing in it's place but everything exactly where it would be found by it's owner. The walls were a grey blue, with a cream tile floor in the main entry room, which was comprised of a small kitchen and a nice area to eat. On the counter was a large coffee pot and various coffee mugs. The coffee mugs were a variety of themes, from band kid to brass section, from Ravenclaw to cat themed, from author to music. None of the mugs were straight, and some of them sat dirty next to the small sink. Near the sink was a bluetooth speaker, perfect for playing music for the entire main room. The table was clean, minus a napkin holder, and a small stack of papers, ranging from homework papers to random drawings. Nearby the table was a charger, snaking from the nearby outlit, perfect to plug a chromebook up to. You leave the main room, going to a soundproof music room, complete with a grand piano, mutiple music stands, walls piled high with perfectly organized sheet music. Nearby were a varitey of brass instuments, namely a french horn and a mellophone. Mutiple microphones were located across the room, some connected to speakers while others were just to practice proper vocal edicuate. One was located on a stand with an arm that reached out, perfect for the vocalist who also played piano. On the piano bench was a bright red bag, filled to the brin with a range of sheet music, some piano lesson books, some vocal books in both English and Italian, other french horn music for band class. On the piano sat a blue 1991 Baptist Hymnal and a blue art bag full of stick notes, pencils, and batteries. On the walls were two certificates, each marked superior, for vocal music, as well as a golden ticket labeled premier preformer and a certificate marking the owners position as drum major. Walking back into the main room, and into a different hallway, you find a small room, leading deeper underground, to a safe, tornado proof basement. Again, this room is soundproof, with speakers to play music from to block out any possible sound, with various blankets, pullows, stuff animals, books, notebook paper, art supplies, and anything a person might need to distract themself from the outside. Walking out of the basement and into a large room, you notice the walls are painted a brighter blue, but on the ground is a grey carpet. Speakers again are in the room, there to play music on. The windows are blocked with dark curtains, making the room dark and without light, minus a small nightlight in the back corner. Again the room was cluttered, yet everything was were it needed to be. On one wall, a line of acedemic achevements, including Beta placks and red certerificates for school. On another, a line of Magkoaian realted lore, including a map of the main Magkoaian islane, drawings of Phoenix, pictures of Rusty, and detailed descritions of all the information about Magkoa culture. On another, a dark green cloak hangs on a plastic comand hook, along with a homemade quiver full of arrows and a bow. A blue whistle also hangs there. On the final wall, bookselves to the celing, filled with books, along with a cozy book nook. The closet was simple, with only four dresses in it: two plain blue dresses, one green dress, and one silver dress. A silver cartigan also hung nearby, as well as a nice, formal suit. Clothing was hastily folded, mostly t-shirts with various prints representing clubs or Jesus. Pants were sweatpants, a single pair of jenes, and gym shorts. Five pairs of shoes lined the floor of the closet: a single pair of marching shoes, a pair of knee-high boots, a pair of snow boots, a pair of blue tennis shoes, and a pair of silver dress shoes. In the nearby landray basket, a long black dress with golden sparkles laid wrinkled, hanging over the side. Nearby, a bunk bed stood tall, with the bottom used for homework and reading, while the top one was unkept, with an unreasonable amount of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, with the main pillow a ladybug pillow. A small Amazon box laid on top of the bed, nestled against the wall, with a small notebook, a pencil, a flashlight, and the perfect little place to place glasses in. Over the corner post of the bunk bed was a black hoodie marked with a school mascot, a year, and a simple name. On the floor was a variety of art works, writing supplies, and school work, all half done. Off to another side room was a small bathroom, the wall cluttered with sticky notes, full of reminders. Nearby was a shower, with a shower speaker to play music on. Near the bathroom sink was a place with headbands, and various jewery. The most notiable was a small silver ring with three blue stones, a blue and black bracelet with the letters FRENCHORN, a silver oakleaf necklace, and a star silver headband. On the sink was important papers for the next day at school, and various other things the owner of the house didn't want to lose. Two chargers snaked out of the nearby outlet, one for a chromebook and the other for a phone. The outlet also had a night light and a storm surge protector built into it. Eventually, it was time for you to leave the small hobbit hole of Chloe. As you were walking out, you happened to notice a blue uniform tucked into the corner of the bedroom. A black uniform with blue flames sneaking up the arms and legs. You glanced at it, but decided to leave the owner's secrets alone, walking out the light blue door, and back into the world of everyone else.

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Daily March 25

Happy Holi! Holi is a Hindu festival celebrating the triumph of good over evil and the arrival of spring, typically celebrated with large, colorful gatherings and people throwing colored die on each other. Use color imagery to symbolize change, whether in time, setting, or anything in between! Since today is also National Hobbit Hole Day, try setting your daily in your hobbit hole for an extra wink from the daily team ;D 500 words for 300 points, with 100 points for proof!

A small dragon was trapped in a dark grey cage, black shadows seeping into the bars. The dragon looked up, sighing with sadness. The dragon had pastel blue scales, which looked grey among the shadows, furturing the sense of sadness and depression the little dragon felt. She was adorned with yellow gems proving her statis as princess, darkend by the black shadows, transforming them in to dull grey verisons of the gems. She sighed, remembering the freedom she once had, flying through the light blue sky, her gems glowing in the rays of the yellow sun, happiness just oozing off the small dragon. Suddenly, she heard a sound. A glowing red light peeked in from under the door. The dragon stepped back as a large human wiith ginger-red hair, wearing a cloak looking as though it was the color of blood stepped into the room, to watch the small dragon princess and feed it. The large human opened the door to the grey cell, and the dragon tried to make a run for it, however backed away when the human's eye glowed red, and menaneing red fire came flying out of the human's mouth. The human sat down a black bowl with grey clam chowder which was tasteless. It slammed the door, and stormed away. The small little dragon ate the food, sad. She missed her parents, her siblings, her kingdom. She didn't like being the prisoner, the pet of this human who clearly didn't care about her wellbeing and only cared about keeping her there. Eventually, she slipped into a restless sleep.
Eventually, she woke up, still saddened to find she was in the dark grey prison cell. Looking around, however, she noticed a small blue ribbon laid caught in the hastly shut door. The dragon grabbed it, tugging on it, freeing it from the door. It was longer then in inttually appeared, and so the dragon used it to create a rope to climb to the window, as the dragon's wings where bound with grey chains to prevent them from flying away. She climbed up it, struggling, but clutching to the blue ribbon like a dog would to a tug of war rope. Suddenly, the little dragon saw a red glow seeping into the cell.She scurred up the ribbon faster, clearing the window the moment the human opened the door. The little dragon grabbed the ribbon and leapped out the window. In the glow of the warm yellow sun, the grey chains snapped, letting the little dragon princess fly into the blue sky, embracing her freedom with pure happiness. She flew as swiftly as she could away from the black and grey prison cell, towards the deep blue see, towards her kingdom and her parents. Towards freedom and safety. Eventually, she landed at the palace, embracing her mother and father, the jewels representing her rank in the kingdom shining bright yellow. She was home and her small captivity made her realize how much her home, her family made her truely happy.

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Daily March 26

Get ready to shake things up, because this daily will be a wild ride! Today, you’ll be exploring a trope in fanfic where characters swap their roles. For example, the protagonist becomes the antagonist, or the student becomes the mentor. Remember to keep their personality the same! Using this trope, write a fanfic piece that is 300 words long. By doing so, you will earn 200 points and 150 extra for sharing proof!

Morgarath paced the palace of Gorlan, trying to get his thoughts in a row. He knew Araluen was in danger. The Temujai were going to invade Araluen, and instead of listening to him, King Oswald had ignored him. When he pleaded his case to the young Prince Duncan, he was also ignored. He knew he had to do something. However, anytime he tried a major plan, the Rangers would block him. The Ranger's were a powerful group of people who served the king, but refused to listen to Morgarath's worries. Morgarath decided he had to do something. He began to discredit Prince Duncan, while amassing a huge following from various barons and knights. Then he began to inflitrate the Rangers, slowly kicking the good ones out while forcing new, spoiled arritrocrates in. Then, he convinced King Oswald to live in Gorlan for protection, and kidnapped Prince Duncan. His plan was perfect. He even began increasing Araluen forces to protect against the furture attack. He, however, had caught wind that those two Rangers, Crowley and Halt were stirring up trouble. Prehaps they were oblivious about the attack, or prehaps they knew and King Oswald was working with the Temujai for some reason. He knew that, if at this tornment, he's plan failed, if his plot to be named as the heir of Araluen was twarted somehow, Araluen would be lost, and he would be discredited. He just had to hope his plan would work. For his people and the people of Araluen.
Morgarath walked out to his second in command. “I want you to ensure my plan works. Through whatever means possible. If a few people dies, it's fine. It will prevent hundreds of deaths in the furture. We have to keep the king from winning this internal struggle, because if he does, Araluen will be lost.” he said, worry laced in his voice.
His second in command nodded, running off. Morgarath walked away, praying his plan would work.
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Daily March 27

Getting back into the classics… it’s time for a fan favorite! Head on over to google translate and switch up the lyrics of a song of your choice. Once they are completely different, and probably silly, write a 300 word story inspired by your new words! Then you can take home 200 points for your cabin and an extra 150 points will be added for providing proof

Original Song: Shadow by Livingston
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
Don't you dare make a sound, shh
Hear you from a mile away
Run from the town
All you need is your name
And the sweat on your brow
And the blood running through your veins
Don't think twice
You'll be dead in a second
Turn your eyes
From your hands to the heavens
Kill your pride
Turn your fear to a weapon
And don't you forget it
Oh, oh-oh, don't you let ‘em take control
And don’t you let ‘em break your soul
It’s not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on your floor
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
One eye on the clock
One eye on the mirror
Take a step through your thoughts
Is it getting clearer?
If they follow you whenever night falls
Will you still listen to my call
Who do you trust to knowing it all?
Or knowing it all?
Don't think twice
You'll be dead in a second
Turn your eyes
From your hands to the heavens
Kill your pride
Turn your fear to a weapon
And don't you forget it
Oh, oh-oh, don't you let ‘em take control
And don’t you let ‘em break your soul
It’s not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on your floor
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Tell me that you hate me
Yeah, I heard it all before
There is a life here for the taking
Is it mine or is it yours?
All I am is what you make me
You're on both sides of the war
It's not the devil that you're facing
It's just your shadow on the floor
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
It's just your shadow on the floor

Translated Lyrics:
One foot on the ground
One foot to the grave
Don't try to argue
I can hear it from far away
Run away from the city
I only want your name
With his hands in his face
The blood also travels through your arteries
Don't think twice
He died in a few seconds
Listen to your eyes
hold hands in the dead sky.
Kill the pride
Use music as a weapon
Don't forget it
Hey, don't download it.
Don't let it break your spirit
Satan is not at your door
You are only a shadow in the world
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
face the clock
The eye sees itself in the mirror
taking your place
It's clear?
The night is coming
Have you heard him call?
Who do you think knows everything?
He knows everything
Don't think twice
He died in a few seconds
Listen to your eyes
hold hands in the dead sky.
Kill the pride
Use music as a weapon
Don't forget it
Hey, don't download it.
Don't let it break your spirit
Satan is not at your door
You are only a shadow in the world
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Say you hate me
Yes, I've heard it before
Such is life
it seems to me
I will make you what you are
You are on both sides of the war
You have worked with the devil
You are only a shadow in the world
It's going to be going on
It's going to be going on
You are only a shadow in the world

Zach ran, trying to get as far away from his former city as he could. Blood was pumping, flowing through his arteries. Eventually, he was out of breath, and couldn't go any farther. He collapsed near a small oak tree, taking deep breaths. Soon, he noticed someone walking towards him. His eyes widened. “Hello,” the other figure said.
Zach began to rise. “Stay away from me.”
“I just want to help.”
“I SAID STAY AWAY!”
“I'm helping you whether you like it or not!”
“STOP IT. BOTH OF YOU. You better be glad none of the city folk are around. I could hear you arguing from a mile away.” a girl said. “Calm down, especially you Blake!”
The other boy looked down, knowing he was in trouble. “I just wanted his name…”
“I just want to be left alone!” Zach said, sinking to the ground, putting his hands over his face.
“What's wrong kid?” The girl said, going down to meet Zach's eyes.
“I lost everything…they…they killed my brother…he died so quickly, in seconds…WE DID NOTHING.” Zach said, now sobbing.
“I'm sorry…” the girl said, sounding genuine.
The three just sat in silence as Zach sobbed. Eventually, the girl sighed. “Hey, we need to get you out of here. We don't want the city folk going and capturing you now. You have training to get to you know?” she said.
Zach looked up, wiping his eyes. “Wh-what training?”
The girl looked him in the eyes. “Training to become the Shadow. We've been watching you, Zach. We knew the city folk were keeping a close eye on you too. See, you have a very powerful weapon at your disposal. Music. You can use music to distract and hypnotize your opponents. We like the name of the Shadow because you can disappear among the shadows of the city, striking and forwarding the rebellion as much as we need. You are the Shadow, Zach. It is your destiny.”

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