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Rated: E · Book · Action/Adventure · #2242469
All my adventures down the rabbit hole...
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.
February 1, 2021 at 10:20am
February 1, 2021 at 10:20am
#1003395
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. *Smile*

(Word Count: 157)
February 1, 2021 at 9:37am
February 1, 2021 at 9:37am
#1003393
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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