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 |  All my adventures down the rabbit hole... |
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This is a story that begins. And it's a story that might end. You see a rabbit and you see a hole... But you don't know where it goes. Whether it is blue or red. The matrix is where it said. So jump in that hole. So you'll know how this mystery ends. |
| I just want to let you know that this is the end. I write this now as I might not be around these last bits of time. It was a vast experience and an intriguing adventure. I hope I might revisit it again in the future. For now, I must journey a new adventure. My favorite time was when I had the tea party, and I invited a lot of people. Many people brought tea, coffee, and cocoa. Everyone was mad. It is my favorite memory. If I could ask time to stop again, I would stop there. I remember that when I first jumped into the rabbit hole, I expected a fun experience that I would never regret. I believe I've met my expectation and found a bit more to it. I wish I could've written more, but at least I was able to write something fun and it was worth it. I hope those reading my adventures are enjoying them... --Goodbye... |
| I know we've chosen to fall down the rabbit hole, but do you ever wonder why? Just like a deck of cards, I never understand what catches my eye. In my heart, the true reason I fell in the hole is that it is my life. Every day is a new adventure. A new wonder of How I got here and How will it end? Many times I got stuck. Many times I was lost. I know I'll probably never finish, but at least I had a fun start. |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Dear Time, I know in my last letter, I asked you to continue. You never replied, so now I ask that in favor of letting everyone else's time continue, you stop mine. I know in order to stop time, you need my memories. I have a lot of them, but to me, each one is very deep. I ask you to be careful when you look at the time I first took my picture at my bus stop. I don't remember my age or time, but I remember how shaky I was. Also, be careful of the time I had my first accident at school and the gym teacher gave me gum while I waited for my parents. It explains a lot of how memories make you the person of how you are. I never wished to give away my memories even through my regrets. I have many I wished I could stop and change while I can. I know I had to write this letter in the way it had to be requested, but it would've been better if I could've asked for time to continue as most of my memories have regrets. There is no specific memory I wish to stop at, as I wish to stop on all of them. Although all my favorite ones were with my friends. One memory I can think of stopping at was when I was at school with my friends. I was in a socials studies class and we had a substitute teacher that day. He had glasses, but he still couldn't see. I knew he should be able to read if he had proper glasses, but I had a feeling he didn't even try to see an eye doctor. On the same day, one of my friends received a flu shot, but it was starting to cause her problems. At some random time, another friend teased her jokingly and accidentally jabbed the flu shot area with a mechanical pencil. This caused a WHOLE lot of pain for my friend and she was trying not to cry. As she was trying not to cry, the teacher told her to read what was on the board. I knew he couldn't see, but I couldn't believe he ignored the issue. "Excuse me, sir, but as you can see, my friend has some issues that require tissues," I said. My two other friends who were nearby started cracking up. The friend who was in pain looked at me and tried not to laugh or cry. "Uh, Alisha!" She said. "What?" I replied, smiling. "You're literally dying over here." Then the teacher looked at me and asked, "Well then, what about you?" I had few minutes to think about how I wasn't going to die. "Well, um sir, uh my throat hurts to read." I stared at him. "Uh, can you ask someone else, please?" That is all I remember. I hope you'll use this memory to save everyone else. I'm the one person that you'll push the lever to kill to save the world. (Word Count: 511 words) |
This is based on the mad tea party in Alice in Wonderland. However, the party seems a little off. The time seems to have stopped, the Mad Hatter is gone, and I'm probably, now writing a letter to time to have it continue... |
| I wonder what's wrong with my head. I feel like I am dead. I'm supposed to be alive. I expected not to play with knives. I wonder if I'm here. I feel like I'm nowhere. One day I lash out. One day I eat my mashed grout. Sometimes I just wonder. What am I really under? With this madness, I brought in, I see this cat grinning. And all that's left from what began, This is my very end. (Line Count: 14 lines) |
| "Stir the soup!" The cook shouted. "Stir and don't let it burn!" "Ok, ok, I will." I sighed. I stirred until the soup started to thicken. I stopped stirring and secretly added garlic, ginger, tumeric, carrots, and salt to the soup. I hope she won't notice. "The soup is thickening," I said. "Can I stop stirring?" "Yes, pass the pepper!" She yelled. I grabbed the pepper and gave it to her. The cook poured the whole container into the soup. I looked at her in shock. I can't believe someone would put a whole lot of one spice in a pot of soup. "Uh...um...Isn't that too much pepper?" I asked, trying to come back from the dead. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOO MUCH?" The cook screamed. The cook's scream lifted me up the air. "Nothing," I mumbled. "I hope no one gets a heart attack." "What was that?" The cook asked. "I said nothing," I said. "Good." The Chef smiled. "Now clean the dishes!" I groaned. Doing the dishes at home was sometimes a nuisance, but this was now pure torture. I started them anyway as I knew she was going to scream again. It took me 5 hours to complete the dishes. When I finished, the cook said, "Come here and taste this!" I didn't know whether I was going to be worried about food poisoning or the terrible stench the pot gave. I took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it. To my surprise, it didn't taste like burnt socks or toads. Instead, it tasted like my dad's homemade chicken soup. "It tastes good!" I smiled. "Thanks!" The cook smiled back. "Can I add a few ingredients?" I asked. "You may only add one." The cook sternly said. "Make sure it's not poisonous or the queen will have your head!" "Okay," I replied. I looked around the kitchen in search of cumin. It wasn't around. "Don't you have any cumin spice?" I asked. The cook looked at me in confusion. "No, we don't have any cumin." The cook replied. "Try looking around the herb pots." "Ok," I said as I looked around. I didn't find any cumin, but I found basil, so I decided to add this leaf instead. I picked a few of this leaf and added them to the soup. "The soup should be finished within a couple of hours." The cook said. "Ok," I said. I sat in a chair next to the pot. Nearby, I saw a Cheshire cat with the widest smile I've ever seen. I believe I know this one... (Word Count: 429 words) |
| To be honest, falling through this hole, I felt quite lost. I didn't expect to be facing a white house guarded by something or someone. To my heart's content, I've wondered where I've gone. I walked towards a young healthy-looking fellow who told me to get lost. "Why?" I asked. "Just do as I say." He replied. "If I do as you say, how will I ever understand what ponders beyond this place?" I asked. "If I tell you, will you walk away?" He asked. I nodded, waiting for my answer. "It is a place of higher works. The duchess, that is all I'll say." He replied. And with that, I walked away. But, as I walked away, I wondered. How does the inside look? Is the duchess a kind person? And with that, I came back, sneaking within the bushes not far away. How do I sneak into the house? I thought. The answer came as I saw an open window, big enough for me to fit through. I rushed towards it and looked at my surroundings, making sure nobody caught me. As the coast was clear, I painfully squished myself into the window. I almost roasted myself on the oven. "Silly girl!" I heard a woman's voice. "What do you think you're doing coming through our window?!" "I thought you might need help." I lied. "The guard wouldn't let me in." "Well, there might be some use of you. Stir the soup on the stove." The woman said. I walked towards the pot near the woman. It smelled horrible like burnt socks and toads." "Chop Chop. What are you waiting for? You said you wanted to help. Now stir it." The woman said "We don't have all day. Make sure you don't burn it!" I started stirring the stinky soup as I was afraid of what could happen if I waited longer. "What is this soup for?" I asked, continually stirring. "That is classified. Only the duchess knows." She replied. "This reminds me of something. Do you know a girl named Alice?" I asked. The duchess stopped in her tracks. "How in the devil's name do you know her name?" The woman asked. "I only know her by tale, but I'm reliving the tale," I replied. (Word Count: 378 words) |
The pigeon and the Serpent always steal my precious possessions. However, this time I'm going to get my revenge. The next time they try to steal my stuff, they'll have to go through many obstacles that may even injure them. I'm going to plant nets with hidden wires, so when they walk into them, they'll be trapped in the net. I'm also going to dig very deep holes and cover them with leaves so they won't notice and fall in. I'll also create a trap of sharp thorn bushes so they can't reach my possessions. If none of those traps work, then I must use the most dangerous one of all. I will use fire and use the oil I collect from the leaves to spread it. I will be very careful not to burn my own stuff, but I'm sure I'll burn the pigeon and the serpent. I hope this time they have learned their lesson.  (Word Count: 157) |
| As I walked through a rocky path, I came across a tall brown mushroom. On top of the mushroom, there was a caterpillar who said he knew everything. He told me that if I seek change, I should eat the mushroom. I wondered how the caterpillar knew I wished for change. I didn't trust the caterpillar or the mushroom, so I examined the mushroom to make sure it wasn't poisonous for eating. After it was proven edible, I tore the mushroom into bits using a stick that was nearby. I used a leaf to put the bits on and grabbed a few more sticks to make a fire. After I made the fire, I made a mushroom stew out of the mushrooms, bush herbs, and water. It wasn't the best stew in the world, but it was ok. After I finished eating, I went to sleep. What I didn't know was that I was going to be woken up by a strange hiss. I grabbed a stick, lit it up in the flames, and said, "Who's there?!" "Dear, Dear, you don't have to be afraid." A deep voice said. "Who are you? What do you want?" I asked, frightened. "I won't tell you who I am, but what I want? I only want to talk." It replied. "Ok... What is it you want to say?" I asked. "You do know that whoever eats a mushroom gets three wishes?" The voice asked. "No, why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Do you know that I grant these wishes?" It asked. "No, I don't know anything about this mushroom," I replied. "Well...What do you wish for then?" The voice sounded disappointed. "I guess, I wish for chocolate cake, to be taller, and to have an easier life," I said without thinking. "Your wishes are granted!" The voice said, slowly disappearing. When I woke up, I realized all of that was just a dream, and I never woke up. However, in front of me, there was a chocolate cake decorated with roses made from chocolate, and everything around me seemed smaller as well. The morning seemed more peaceful and brighter than usual. I guess it wasn't a dream after all... However, as I ate my leftover mushroom stew something seemed wrong. The chocolate cake wasn't made from chocolate but from the mud. I was only taller for an hour and then shrunk again. The beautiful sunny morning became dark. I wondered if my dream was only a nightmare. I remembered what the caterpillar said, "You should appreciate the way things are. It may be difficult at the start, but you'll eventually get over it." I guess nothing can ever change the way I am... (Word Count: 452 words) |
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