Congratulations !
You have been awarded points.
Thank you for !
- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Coming of Age / Initiation
- Published: 03/31/2023
The Paper
Born 1997, M, from Melcher-Dallas, Iowa, United StatesAs I approached the bridge, a pair of long, floppy ears came into view, followed by a slender, gray figure that stood hunched over, a cigarette dangling from its mouth, as if lost in thought.
I hesitated for a moment before venturing closer, unsure of what I might find. The rabbit seemed lost in thought, gazing out into the distance with a faraway look in its eyes. As I drew nearer, I could see that it was holding something in its paw, a small scrap of paper that it seemed to be studying intently.
Without warning, the rabbit looked up, its eyes locking onto mine in a gaze that seemed to pierce my very soul. For a moment, we stood there in silence, two strangers brought together by chance on a quiet, deserted bridge. Then, slowly, the rabbit removed the cigarette from its mouth and spoke.
"Hello," it said, its voice soft and gentle. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I didn't mean to."
I nodded, unsure of what to say. There was something about this rabbit that was both strange and fascinating, a sense of mystery that seemed to surround it like a cloak.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked finally, my curiosity getting the better of me.
The rabbit smiled wistfully, its eyes once again turning to the horizon. "I'm waiting," it said simply.
"For what?" I asked, intrigued.
"For a sign," the rabbit replied. "A sign that things are going to get better. That there's hope for the future."
I felt a pang of sympathy for the rabbit. It was clear that it was struggling with something, some inner turmoil that was causing it to seek solace in this lonely place.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, my heart going out to the creature.
The rabbit looked at me with surprise, as if it hadn't expected such kindness from a stranger. "No," it said after a moment. "I'm afraid not. This is something I have to figure out on my own."
With that, the rabbit turned and began to walk away, disappearing into the shadows beneath the bridge. I watched it go, feeling a sense of sadness and loss that I couldn't quite explain.
As I made my way back to my car, I couldn't help but wonder about the rabbit and its quest for hope. In a world that was so often dark and uncertain, it was easy to feel lost and alone. But perhaps, I thought, there was something we could all learn from the rabbit's quiet determination to find a way forward.
And with that thought, I drove away, knowing that the image of that tall, thin, gray-colored rabbit would stay with me for a long time to come.
The Paper(Daniel Lewis)
As I approached the bridge, a pair of long, floppy ears came into view, followed by a slender, gray figure that stood hunched over, a cigarette dangling from its mouth, as if lost in thought.
I hesitated for a moment before venturing closer, unsure of what I might find. The rabbit seemed lost in thought, gazing out into the distance with a faraway look in its eyes. As I drew nearer, I could see that it was holding something in its paw, a small scrap of paper that it seemed to be studying intently.
Without warning, the rabbit looked up, its eyes locking onto mine in a gaze that seemed to pierce my very soul. For a moment, we stood there in silence, two strangers brought together by chance on a quiet, deserted bridge. Then, slowly, the rabbit removed the cigarette from its mouth and spoke.
"Hello," it said, its voice soft and gentle. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I didn't mean to."
I nodded, unsure of what to say. There was something about this rabbit that was both strange and fascinating, a sense of mystery that seemed to surround it like a cloak.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked finally, my curiosity getting the better of me.
The rabbit smiled wistfully, its eyes once again turning to the horizon. "I'm waiting," it said simply.
"For what?" I asked, intrigued.
"For a sign," the rabbit replied. "A sign that things are going to get better. That there's hope for the future."
I felt a pang of sympathy for the rabbit. It was clear that it was struggling with something, some inner turmoil that was causing it to seek solace in this lonely place.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, my heart going out to the creature.
The rabbit looked at me with surprise, as if it hadn't expected such kindness from a stranger. "No," it said after a moment. "I'm afraid not. This is something I have to figure out on my own."
With that, the rabbit turned and began to walk away, disappearing into the shadows beneath the bridge. I watched it go, feeling a sense of sadness and loss that I couldn't quite explain.
As I made my way back to my car, I couldn't help but wonder about the rabbit and its quest for hope. In a world that was so often dark and uncertain, it was easy to feel lost and alone. But perhaps, I thought, there was something we could all learn from the rabbit's quiet determination to find a way forward.
And with that thought, I drove away, knowing that the image of that tall, thin, gray-colored rabbit would stay with me for a long time to come.
- Share this story on
- 10
COMMENTS (0)