Featured Writer/Artist: Amberly

Amberly only started with the Imaginators this fall, but she has already contributed tons of creative energy to the club! Some of her favorite authors are Alex Hirsch, Jhonen Vasquez, and JK Rowling, and she likes writing fantasy and sci-fi. She’s also a great artist and likes to create short comics and graphic novels. Here are some Amberly’s short pieces created from writing exercises during club meetings, some of which have accompanying doodles! (Keep in mind, sometimes we run out of time, and a few are only the beginnings of stories.)


The Burrito Tree

A long time ago, in an isolated magical forest, there was a wizard gardener. The wizard grew many magical food trees. There were candy trees and pizza trees and almost any kind of tree one could imagine, but he wizard’s favorite was, by far, the mighty burrito tree.

The burrito tree stood taller than any of the other magic trees, and it produced its enchanted burritos all year, though they were a bit cold in the winter. The wizard loved the burrito tree because it was the first magic tree he’d ever grown, and it grew wonderful burritos.

However, as time went on, the burrito tree grew less and less. Its burrito production slowed until one day there were no more burritos.


Speculative Bridge

The bridge hung above a misty abyss. Everything happened on this bridge. Nothing happened on this bridge. The bridge was a portal through time and space; it was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Only the lost could find the bridge. It would take them where they needed to go, forward or backward in time to make their lives right again. The bridge was a savior, a comfort, but no one could stay.

People never remembered the bridge once they’d crossed. It was barely a place of its own, always dedicated to wherever a person was going. If bridges could feel, this would be the loneliest.


Green Dragon Nine

Quinn opened one of the dusty old boxes they’d found while looking through the attic. They weren’t sure what they had been looking for, but it was soon forgotten in favor of the huge stack of old photographs inside the box. One of them particularly stood out — a picture of a huge scaly thing labeled “Green Dragon Nine.”

At first Quinn thought it must be fake, but the photo was much older than any photo-editing software, and the dragon didn’t look like a puppet or a costume.


The Hurricane of Rom-Com Day

On Rom-Com day, citizens are required to stay indoors and watch romantic comedy movies for the day. So perhaps it was a good day for a hurricane to occur, as everyone was already safely indoors. However, it is rather difficult to watch a movie when the power goes out and water is leaking through your windows. Undeterred, the citizens stare at their blank television screens. After all, everyone knows what happened to the last person who disobeyed Rom-Com day.


The Balloon Cult


It was late at night. Cinna gulped as she crept down the path, darting her flashlight around at any noise she heard. There was a distant, indistinct shout. Someone else was around.

Throwing caution to the wind, Cinna broke into a run. She didn’t know where she was trying to go, but she didn’t expect where she ended up.

She stumbled upon a clearing filled with masked people scurrying around a large balloon. What were they doing?




Metal screeched as Tom attempted to eat the horseshoe. It occurred to him that perhaps his friend had meant something else by “horseshoe,” but it was too late to stop now; he’d look like a fool. He glanced at the sky and coughed as an ominous cloud approached. The air quality there was not good.




The octopus wheeled its wheelchair forward, clutching a doughnut in one tentacle and the mystic key of worlds in another. It wasn’t going to miss the hot air balloon. Not this time.



Nathan was a nerd. He was rather proud of this, even though it tended to exasperate those around him. He liked video games, learning, and being indoors at his apartment in New York. What Nathan did not like was the cold. So finding himself alone and lost in the North Pole was not his idea of a good time. And yet, here he was.


Copyright © 2017 by Amberly. All rights reserved.

Featured Writer: Ahmed Rashid

These are some Ahmed’s short pieces created from writing exercises during club meetings. Ahmed has been with the Imaginators since our very first meeting in May of 2016! Some of his favorite authors are Rick Riordan and Jeff Kinney, and he most likes to write comics and fantasy fiction. Ahmed has a sharp wit, and his stories often contain very clever dark humor and surprise endings. He never fails to make us laugh! 🙂


El Burrito Tree

In the kingdom of Burritoland, there lived a greedy king. His name was King Burrito VI. He always taxed the people of Burritoland 10 tortillas a week, the equivalent of $100 a week. One day, a wizard known as El Taco Mago summoned a demonic beast know as an “American” to eat the guards. El Taco Mago quickly learned about the greedy king, so he created a magical tree, El Burrito, and gave it to the king. The king was so happy he died of happiness, then El Taco Mago became the strongest king ever, summoning humans to fight wars by eating the enemies and creating burrito trees for allies.


Golf Course Macabre

“Hello sports fans! Welcome to our third annual Macabre Golf! I’m your host, Hades, and I’m receiving notice that round one starts now! Thanatos, what’s going on in the course?”

“Hey Hades! Our first two contestants, I don’t know who they are but… oh, here they come now. The announcer will now announce the names now!”

“On this corner, stands the man deadlier than a tiger, scarier than the woods, give it up for Tiger Woods!!!”

*Applause and yelling*

“On that end is the man who brings pain to his enemies, then puts them in his stew, cry for Payne Stewart!!!”


“Okay, let the battle begin!”

*More applause*

“Woods sprints like a cheetah to the golf cart! He grabs a putter. Looks like he’s gonna put Stewart in his rightful place, am I right?”


“Okay then, uhh, Stewart took a really hot ladle from his pocket. How it fit, I’m not sure. He’s gonna hit the cart’s engine, uh-oh, ahhh!”

*Crowd gasps*

“Well, the cart blew up, and now they’re both dead. And that’s the game folks!”



A Horror Story

A woman is scared out of her mind. She cannot watch the horror in front of her eyes, but she wants to. She covers her eyes with her hands hoping that when she opens her eyes, the monstrosity will be gone, but she can’t look away, so her eyes leak through her hands, then her mouth, and she cries invisible tears of terror. Then the monster changed into a cute little girl who looked like Ellen DeGeneres. The weird smile on her face didn’t look too welcome, and the woman thought the girl wasn’t too generous, so, as a way to defend herself, she killed the little Ellen-demon and made her into a cake and ate the cake. it tasted like the flowers behind Ellencifur, which the woman didn’t know, so she just imagined it to taste like vanilla, but it didn’t taste like it. In fact, it tasted so bad, that the woman died with a disgusted face. Her last words were, “Nighty-night Ellen!”


National No-Internet Day

National No-Internet Day was the nation’s least favorite holiday. Last year, the least-appreciated president, Dlanod Pmurt, decided that the country spent too much energy on computers every day, so now no one is allowed to activate computers or cellular devices. If anyone activates it, SWAT people would break through their closets and put the person in jail for a week with no internet. A man by the name of Carl wasn’t too sad about the situation. He could handle it. he decided to go to the great outdoors in his back yard and play with a flying disc by himself all day. He found a weird thing hanging on a tree. It was a rainbow beehive. He decided to see what it was. When he touched it, all the bees dispersed into the air away from his house leaving him with a hive of cupcake-flavored honey. Later that day, people were yelling, “The uni-bees! They’re coming!” He turned on his hand-powered radio. The radio said, “Breaking news! The rare unicorn-bee storm is sweeping the nation. The only way to figure out how to defeat them is… FOUND ON THE INTERNET. I guess we’re all doomed! If only someone could save us! Carl decided to look up how to stop them. He turned on his flip phone and SWAT members broke out of his fridge. “It’s No-Internet Day!” they said. “You’re going to jail!” Carl said, “I can’t use computer monitors and touchscreen phones. Flip phones don’t count!” “Touché,” said SWAT. “I guess we’ll leave you alone.” The SWAT team left. Carl discovered that the way to stop the uni-bees was with a picture so sad that it will overpower happiness, so he ran over a cute cat with his bike and raised it to the heavens. It was so sad, the uni-bees flew to the cat and sacrificed themselves to bring the cat back to life. The bees were gone, and everyone was happy, and the cat pranced away, but little did the nation know that the cat absorbed the evil-happy powers of the uni-bees and wanted revenge on Carl for killing him. TO BE CONTINUED…


The Mystical Butterman

John was a normal, generic, middle-aged man, until the day he went to the zoo. He was looking into the river of eels and alligators when suddenly all he could see was black and white. He was so confused, his legs couldn’t comprehend and went into anaphylactic  shock. He woke up in the hospital and was confused as to why he was there. The nurses told him to lay on the bed or he might die. After the nurses left, he saw a bright orange butterfly. He tried to get up, but his legs were still dead, so he got on a wheelchair and flew out the window. The magical butterfly was in his hands, and upon its first touch, he was healed , had butterfly wings, and could see in color! He had transformed in the Mystical Butterman! He daydreamed his future savings of random cities, hovering there like a hovering butter-duck. A notorious dairy farmer saw him, so he pulled out his shotgun, shot John, and turned him into butter. The butter tasted so good, he became a trillionaire, so John may have not saved random cities, but he made some random person happy, so he truly was a hero after all.


Oh Tea and Crumpets

“Hey Grandpa, why did you give up your hopes and dreams of becoming an astronaut to become a tea shop owner with the slogan OH TEA AND CRUMPETS?”

“It’s a long story, laddie. Sit down, and I’ll tell you. When I was a schoolboy in my freshman year of high school, we wrote down a survey of future careers we wanted based on what classes we excelled in. Being the straight D student I was, I had a ton of choices to choose from including McDonald’s employee, janitor, and other jobs that are looked down upon. I didn’t want those silly, low-paying jobs. I read on and found the most complicated job of shop owner. Back then, my best friend’s friend’s friend’s father struggled in school and grew up to support his family with his bakery because of his passion for cupcakes. Well, I sure loved flavored water and fatty pieces of bread! I decided then and there that I wanted to open a tea shop! I worked hard and –“

“If you worked hard, why didn’t you get straight A’s?”

“Because I skipped school every day to practice making tea and crumpets!”

“That’s dumb.”

“Well, if you loved tea and crumpets that much, you would have skipped school every day too!”


Copyright © 2017 by Ahmed Rashid. All rights reserved.