A Collaborative Short Story

Once upon a time, there were fourteen small children who loved their mother very much. Their mother was a dragon trainer who traveled all over the country taming the giant monsters. She had recently lost her husband in a freak accident involving 24 safety pins and 9 gallons of dragon spit. Because of her recent loss, she spent all her time immersed in her job - as a coping mechanism. Of course, this left her children uncared for, and it didn't take long before the oldest one took all the kitchen pots and a bar of soap and drowned herself in the river behind the little farmhouse in which the family lived. Three weeks later, the second-oldest sister followed suit after dancing crazily on top of the dining room table and throwing flowers in the faces of her astonished siblings. After the children buried their two sisters, Mapolio, the oldest brother, decided it would be in everyone's best interest to dam up the river three miles away from their house. Calling each of his ten brothers, he told them, "Comrades: grab a shovel and follow me to dam up the river!"
"What about me?" the only remaining sister cried from the back of the room. She was only six and very adorable. All the brothers turned to look at her. Mapolio put a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Sister, we are about to embark on a very dangerous mission. You might get killed if you come with us."
The only remaining sister begrudgingly agreed to stay behind, which turned out to be a good idea. For you see, the second the eleven boys set out up the river, a meteorite that had been falling through the atmosphere for hours finally hit the earth right where they stood outside the house, killing them all instantly. The final sister, seeing this, rubbed her hands together.
"Excellent," she snickered, taking up her stuffed teddy bear and grabbing a juice box before walking off into the distance.

The End.

Written by Emily Nickel and Darwin Graser