Fantasy Meeting Recap

Hello dear readers,

Last week the theme of our meeting was fantasy.

To emerge ourselves into the world of fantasy we first watched two videos: the opening song of The Last Unicorn, and the trailer for Warcraft, based on the video game World of Warcraft.

We then did a writing activity in which everyone began with an opening sentence of a story as a prompt and wrote for two minutes. Once the two minutes passed the paper was given to the next person, and they continued writing the story for two minutes. This pattern continued until the story was in the hands of its original author once again. The writer was then given a generous five minutes to finish the story. If you would like to read the stories (which you totally should) then scroll down and read the previous five posts entitled “Surprises of the Forest”, “The Time of the Beasts”, “An Ambitious Apprentice”, “Lunar Love”, and “The Knight”.

A short discussion than ensued in which Kenneth first showed the typical timeline of a hero’s journey that many fantasy stories, including classics such as The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, follow. We then shared our favorite fantasy stories, Harry Potter and Star Wars being the main favorites of the night.

Thank you for reading and we look forward to seeing you at our next meeting, where you can experience all the fun for yourself besides just reading about it!

Have a happy Thanksgiving,

Your Blog Editor Amanda


Surprises of the Forest

Written by: Kenneth, Ella, Amanda, Evan, and Sarah

The fairy flew into the forest. She was excited to go to the special ball that was being held by the waterfall. Creatures of all kinds were invited to attend. Since it was early spring the air still had some chill in it. The pink flowers blurred in her vision-she was flying fast in her excitement.

Since she was flying so fast she did not see the giant leaf that smacked her in the face. She fell down, down, down to the mossy forest floor below. Her ears ringing she tried to stand up but promptly fell down again.

“Are you alright?” a voice behind her asked.

“Yes, I shall be fine” she said as she turned around. She was startled to see a stag surveying her, nostrils flared, eyes filled with concern, his horns locked into a hack position.

“M’ lady” the stag explained, “the forest is not safe for a lone fairy.”

I don’t need protection, she thought, but she was also afraid. “I’m heading to the ball-perhaps you could accompany me there.”

“You know,” the stag said grinning, “I was planning on going stag.”

The pair continued on their way to the ball, the stag accompanying her and standing guard. As they approached the ball they heard a strange noise behind some bushes. “What was that?” the fairy wondered.

“I’ll go investigate” the stag volunteered.

“No! Don’t go alone-it might be dangerous” the fairy said. “I’ll go with you.” The pair crept toward the bushes.

“Surprise!” all of the fairy’s friends shouted.

“It’s your birthday?” asked the stag.

“Oh yeah it is! I must have forgotten when I fell and hit my head.”

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, music, and most importantly, cake.

The Time of the Beasts

Written by: Kenneth, Ella, Amanda, Evan, and Sarah

Night falls over the forest. Now is the time of the beasts, over is the time of civilized humans. The griffin flies over, looking to eat. Deep beneath the snow a mouse scurries, but the griffin’s keen hearing can still pick up the vibrations.

The griffin, with its superior vision, manages to get a glimpse of its prey. It swoops in, going for the kill. Its sharp claws break through the powdery snow, grasping the mouse tightly. It takes the mouse back to its nest. Another meal has been found by the majestic creature. The sun begins to set and night starts to fall.

The night air is chilly, but luckily the griffin has its meal to keep it full. From his vantage point high in the trees he can look out at the whole forest-his home. It is beautiful.

Suddenly the griffin senses something is not right. Just then an earsplitting call sounds from a cluster of trees that the griffin sees from three miles away. Its eyes sharpening the griffin takes to the sky. He does not recognize the call, but it is no matter-a curious beast, he is keen to investigate. He flies, swift and silent as an owl, closing the distance quickly, and upon seeing the intruder he opens his great beak and screeches in response.

The offender is a creature similar to the griffin: a hippogriff.

The griffin recognizes its intention to overtake his territory. The rivalry between the griffins and hippogriffs is centuries old.

The griffin flies in close to the hippogriff, who, instead of engaging, sweeps high above the cover of the clouds. The griffin follows, but once he pierces the cloud cover he is greeted by a flock of hippogriffs.

They speak in unison. “The wild savagery of the forest must be stopped. Go and tell the other beasts of their certain death.”

The griffin flies away silently knowing that war is coming.