One of our most memorable meetings this spring was on April 8th when a near-total solar eclipse was visible from Winchester High School. We celebrated by writing a series of stories in which a different writer wrote each line and the previous lines were blocked out, just as the moon blocked out the sun. Evidently they lack any sort of structure or plot, but they were a lot of fun to write and then reveal the full story at the end.
“If the Moon is Cheese, then the Sun is an Egg”
Godzilla the moon-cheese and sun-egg eater was very hungry. Yummy sun. The moon chewed loudly, the sun was warm and airy like fresh bread. Sure, it did burn her mouth a little bit, but it was fine. For a while, until it wasn't. She started screeching, disturbing all of those around. Those around were appalled. They were so horrified that they all looked at the eclipse so they didn't have to see anything. And they all lived happily ever after in darkness.
“Sun Big”
The sun likes to work out and lift weights. Unfortunately, it's heat tends to melt the weights before it can get any use out of them. No matter how strong it wants to become, this obstacle was too difficult to overcome. However, it was determined. 17 people, 5 rooms, one house™. Don't worry, the rooms were big, the house was nice, and the people loved each other. And then people began dropping dead.
“Contrary to Popular Belief, the Sun is Actually Eating the Moon”
As everybody knows, the moon is made of cheese. String cheese to be exact, the one that peels perfectly. It brings back wonderful memories of The Torture Ward. The land on the sun was my favorite place to vay-kay. It is bright and warm and fills the world with life. So Bob died. Oh no! The sun ate the moon and their energies combined, annihilating each other and wiping them both from the skies.
“What the Sun Tastes Like”
It was the day of the eclipse, the one day that the sun could be eaten. I was very excited, my mouth watering at only the thought. A giant wheel of cheese. And sometimes, cheese melts and then the cheese is dead. It's really sad when the cheese dies. Lactose intolerant people everywhere grieve. For soon the sun shall gaze upon the earth and purge the weak. Just as soon as the moon gets out of the way, that is.