fantasy

Tonight I asked the group to write their myth. They mostly all looked at me like I was nuts. But I begged. I asked them to picture themselves in any kind of fantasy or fairy tale they wanted. They still looked at me funny, and a few just igored my very cool suggestion, but two valiant sould made an attempt and here are the results of their labors.

Dilly Scott's Fantasy, by Dilly Scott

Her wings brushed his face and he both cherished her, his planet, and wondered at the same time how his life had turned out this way. She was strong without being overpowering but she'd rounded up all of the egg layers and protected them.

Kit looked at life as "how can I help?" Very few "flyers" were born every century. It usually gave them an advantage.

The furry thing he called a hedgehog occasionally demanded his company, with its pointy ears and wings, but he remained devoted to her. The small ship was powerful. Kit was calm enough being in charge.

They came to protect the animals. The ore producers were sometimes at odds with them and they prayed on the sabbath. He wondered what he should do. Kit was not leaving without him.

"The sabbath is not for work, my lady." Her heart lurched and so did some of her internal organs.

"This is my gift to the planet, whatever we come up with, Arnold."

Each councill member gave a brief summary of how they thought they could help. "If they feel they will be left out, we might have a chance." Arnold had been storing materials for seven and a half years and he and the council started building and they erected walls into place. It was huge. When the providers found out they started to put in light, heat fixtures and plumbing.

The ark came in with the animals in the open areas and shower areas. The living areas came two and a half weeks later and Arnold washed the winged mammoth and she bit him. Kit bandaged him and the Captain found them there and then said, "Hey boy, you want to sign on?"

They were married four days later aboard The Fearless and celebrated with "bomber burritoes."

The End



Once Upon A Time, by Mavis Wykopf

Once upon a time, there was a young toad. She hopped away from her lilypad and became lost in the great wood. She began to cry. Suddenly, she became aware of the fact that she was not alone! She peered through her tears and spied something blurry! As her vision cleared and her tears subsided, she saw another toad. She did not recognize this male toad. She started to hop away but he spoke to her in such a soothing toady voice that she stayed. He asked her what was wrong and she said she was lost and afraid! He chuckled in his toady voice and said, "Turn around and you will see that you are not lost!" She turned around, and there, in the distance, but not out of sight, was her lovely lilypad! She was so excited, she gave the dashing toad a big toady kiss and hopped home! The next day there were two lilypads where there had once been one!

The end.