Aaron Wilson

Ariel Wilson

A.L. Riddle

Sean King

Sybil Salamander

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The bite of the winter air was bitter as Aaron and Ariel fought to construct their makeshift shelter in frigid Alaskan tundra and escape the frozen peril of hypothermia.

The daylight was running out and you could hear the hungry wolves moving closer. Ariel was so cold she asked Aaron to please build a fire.

"No...time..." said Aaron, panting with the effort of supporting her half-limp body. 
"Then leave me here Aaron," she whispered, "you know we can't outrun those things."
She felt him stiffen.
"Aaron, we'll both-"
"No," he said simply. "But you're right. We can't...outrun them."

“Maybe we can out-think them!” Aaron gently placed her down, then emptied his pockets. He started constructing an elaborate Rube Goldberg puzzle surrounding them on the ground. His hope was that their pursuers would be distracted, fascinated, and maybe even charmed by the device.

He was right. The pursuers stopped to admire the Rube Goldberg Puzzle. "You made this?" they asked. "Yes indeed!" said Aaron. "My golly this is so fascinating! We'll stop pursuing you, we're gonna hire you both for jobs working as our top scientists instead!" Now it was all good.

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The cold wind howled as Aaron and Ariel fought the nipping cold winter wind in search of shelter amidst the cold Alaskan wilderness.

“Just think”, said Aaron, “if our names were Bertram and Bernice we could be lost in Bora Bora instead! Belayed on the beach, imagine that?” Ariel shook her head, saying “Alliteration is indeed a cruel mistress.”

"You're right! Ha HA ha h a haa..." 
Aaron slumped forward. 
"Aaron? Aaron!" Ariel cried, shaking him. 
His eyes didn't open. She shook him again, harder.
"Aaron! Don't you DARE die on me!"
She felt a tear freeze on her cheek.

Aaron sprang back to his feet and brushed himself off. 'Sorry, just tired.' Ariel sighed in relief, wrapping her arms around Aaron and drawing a knife. 'thank god for that.' Aaron releases from the hug almost instantly. Ariel's eyes gravitate away from Aaron. 'Ugh..' she mutters.

Crawling across the sand, a little red crab shuffles to a rhythm it must only hear in its mind. Ariel is curiously drawn to it. Aaron calls after her, but she must not hear for she follows the crab into the heaving surf. A wave crashes over her & she is swept away, under the sea.

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