Sam Becker

Miep Keller

Koen Gieskes

Koen G

Rietje Becker

preston keller

Zoe Becker

Banana Bob

Four sagely birds convened at the tallest tree in Vogel Valley, each carrying a branch from their respective homeland. After exchanging a minimum of words they laid down their gifts, completing a magnificent nest. Before the ceremony was complete a huge shadow engulfed them all.

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The shadow passed over them quickly and they realized with relief that it was just an airplane. they turned back to the nest just in time to see the dragon smash through it.

As one, they turned and ran for it. All converging on the only cover within sight, a old rickety windowless shed. Stumbling over each other, they shoved their way in. When the door shut behind them, they were left in total darkness hearing nothing but their own panicked breaths.

The shed appeared to be shrinking. Gradually smaller and smaller pushing them closer and closer. They would need to find a way out, no matter what awaited them outside. The only option was a small kitchen window, but they would need to get there fast.

After a desperate sprint to the kitchen window they realized it was already too small to fit one of them. They all knew who's name would be followed by "the shed" on the final scorecard. This was still preferable to the fate that the others would see at the dragon nest stage.

The window was small, yes, but thankfully someone had bird potion. After quick sips all around they were able to shrink down to bird size and flutter through the window to safety, never to encounter a dragon again.

Wingin' It

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It was a dark starry night when Lauren and Max ventured into the woods. They had been looking forward to this all week. It was the only night the Sporkle Comet would be visible and only for ten minutes. Not to repeat again for many lifetimes.

After they passed the first bend Max realized they weren't going to make it to the clearing in time. "We need to take this shortcut or we won't get to experience the Sporkle!" he pleaded desperately. Lauren didn't think it was worth it. They'd soon learn she was very right.

Guided by starlight, Max and Lauren sped through winding roads feeling increasingly confident they’d soon be basking in the glow of a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event. Then, without warning, a giant winged beast slammed onto the hood of their car. “Holy Sporkle!” they screamed.

For it was indeed the one and only Holy Sporkle! A being so powerful it can cut right through butter with it's talons... But only when the butter is warmed up a little bit. Still, it's powerful though, it's mother told it so.

She said "Holy Sporkle, baby honeybun, you do have one thing to be afraid of and that is margerine. It's just pretending to be butter and will actually coat your talons in oil. You won't be able to grip anything for 4hrs and 27 mins... to be exact. She knew this from experience.

He looked at her when she shared this wisdom and he knew it with such certainty: she's the one! She is beautiful and funny. She has such wisdom and those eyes! For a moment he just did not know what to say and just stood there looking at her in awe!
But this is no time to dream.

And so Lauren and the Holy Sporkle left the mountain together. Leaving Max to his solitude. As he looked up at the sky he saw the Sporkle
Comet pass. Once in a lifetime, he thought. He rolled his eyes and left the woods.

The sporkle in her eyes

Leora Kenney

Annelie Gieskes

Preston Keller

This weekend’s honored guests had traveled from near and far to be here tonight. The last couple arrived just before midnight; they approached the looming gothic doors, carrying nothing but one backpack between them, and knocked three times with determination.

As the host opened the door he was surprised to see two sets of large ears and furry paws. He had invited the new neighbors, but they had not met yet. All he knew was that the Wolfersons were newly vegan, and looking for friends with similar interests. They opened their backpack.

"Welcome Wolfersons, please make yourselves at home." He said, hopping aside as they slinked in, mumbling something under their breath, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." 
"Thank you" came the growled reply but he was sure he'd heard, "Remember, rabbits are friends, not food".

He dismissed this, it couldn't possibly be true. "Here help yourselves to some carrots and lettuce!" The response to this was a big big growl, a pounce, and a snarl. "Oops, my bad" says the big bad wolf". He spits out a rabbit foot and sits down at the table "what's for dessert?"

The rabbit sadly looked down at his leg, now without a foot. “Well I was going to serve you my famous carrot cake, Mr Wolf, but since you just bit my foot off I think you should leave!” 
The wolf smiled at the rabbit, “it’s your lucky day! I’m a famous reconstruct I’ve surgeon!”

But the rabbit didn't believe him and hobbled away quickly, jumped in the sea and swam to an exotic tropical island.

The little rabbit lay down on the beach. In the sun she dreamt of the wolf. He suddenly looked so attractive. Am I falling in love? Could he really fix my leg? Could he be my hero after all? He does have beautiful eyes.

Then she snapped out of it. Mother made this fatal mistake - I can't let it become my fate too! Wolves evolved beautiful eyes for the sole purpose of seducing us. I know this, but, then again, he said he would protect me when the time came. Then it's decided. I will call for him.

Severance

Her toes tingled as she moved closer to the edge of the cliff. Heights had never been her strong suit. “Harold, is that you?” A hand reached over the cliff drop off.

The hand was quickly followed by a head peeking over the edge of the cliff. It was not Harold. He was groaning, or she thought it was a 'he'. She stepped closer, although every instinct was screaming at her to run away.

Oh no, it was a scary devilish looking monster, run, my instinct said, run as fast as you can.

I burst out of the ball shed and past the canoe rack, not once daring to look over my shoulder at the hideous beast. Why hadn’t I followed the fortune teller’s advice?

Although, I still don't know why, "don't let the man with two hats touch the comb" would have been useful in this situation. Besides, he was wearing a beanie and a helmet, not two hats. Now, I need to find a safe place to hide from the beast and plan my next move.

Of course no hiding place in sight. I better start running, maybe i can hide in the forest. Dark in here, i don't like it at all. Did i just hear something? Total silence... something grabbed my ankle. My last thought, I wish I didn't eat so much last night.

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