No Ordinary Rabbit Novels & Stories

He took the rabbit from the ground and lifted it up to his chest. There was a smile on his face as he went back down and told the other soldiers to look for Gorrum. It was only a false alarm and they thought that it was an enemy. Right behind a tree where they found the rabbit, Crystal was visibly nervous when she heard them coming. Fortunately, she saw the rabbit just in time. Using her fairy powers, she enticed the little rabbit and made it stand there. Unfortunately, though, her powers don’t work with the orcs. They are simply strong against a fairy’s power of taming. Thankfully, the orcs really loved animals and took the rabbit with care.

When that cute little rabbit found safety in her arms, she decided to hide it in her room to protect it from the eyes of the cruel world. She took it to her room and spent the entire day with it. However, the next day was her birthday, and she needed to leave her room to celebrate. When she returned to the room after celebrating her birthday, she discovered that her rabbit, whom she had named raby, was no longer where she left it. She looked everywhere for it and panicked when she couldn't find it. In only one day, the small animal has made its place in her heart. She dashed out of her room, looking for her raby.

The night she left the house in heels and something dark and went somewhere that had nothing to do with me and came back at eleven-fourteen and the whole world treated this as ordinary. It is ordinary. It is correct. It is exactly what should be happening. Below the post: there are comments. I do not read them. I scroll back. There is a photograph from two weeks ago — her room, the bookshelf, Mr. Grey sitting slightly lopsided in the corner of the frame. She has not captioned it. Just a small grey rabbit on a shelf. I know who gave her that rabbit. I do not examine the fact that I know who gave her that rabbit.

It felt so surreal seeing it in person. Alpha Holden of Crimson pack, son of Luna Soyra... "Your mother would be proud," I breathed in heavily as I reminisced about my own family, all lacking proper burial sites. Suddenly, there was a small rustle from the bushes that caught my attention. It was a small white rabbit, curiously venturing closer to us. The rabbit's black eyes were tracking the floor, while its whiskers flickered in the air. Damian curiously raised his eyebrows and looked to me. "What's it doing?"

Khiron joined in immediately, his own laughter mixing with mine until we were both leaning against furniture because standing upright while laughing this hard was impossible. "The rabbit," I managed to get out between laughs. "That stupid rabbit caused all of this." "The rabbit that you screamed at like it was a serial killer," Khiron added, wiping at his eyes. "It jumped out at me!" "It's a bunny. A tiny, fluffy bunny." "With very long ears and too many legs moving too fast!" "Rabbits have four legs, Nia. The normal amount of legs." "It felt like more in the moment!" He chuckled, “fine fine. I'll stop now.”

The two continue drinking while chatting about any random things that can come to their mind. ........ While they are engrossed in their conversation they lost track of time and they didn't even notice that they also drank several amounts of wine. Without their knowledge, there are keen eyes who didn't left in their direction. Because they are not used to drink numerous amounts of wine they now felt light-headed. " So where do you plan to apply for your first job after our graduation?" Squinting a little Liz suddenly asks. "Me...I was dreaming of becoming a part of Stanley Manufacturing..but I am not sure if I can or was it only a dream. But I will try to apply hoping I would be chosen, just

Romero was not just a stupid rabbit. A rabbit with only seven seconds of memory. Tsk.

She is safe. But on the dresser, a new rabbit. White. Pure white. Tied with a black ribbon, precisely, almost elegantly. It sits among Eleanor's things, a mockery of innocence, a reminder that nowhere is safe. It is smaller than the first rabbit, more delicate, as if chosen with care. I pick it up. The fur is soft. Too soft. A note is attached, folded once, the edges sharp. I unfold it. The handwriting is different from Margaret's. Different from Patricia's. Sharp. Precise. Cold.

Olive’s POV As I stood in my grandmas’ garden, a young boy approached me holding a precious little white rabbit. “Olive! Olive! Look at this! I brought a rabbit! Isn’t it cute?” My heart melted at the sight of the charming creature, and I couldn't help but express my admiration. "Oh my, how absolutely adorable!" I exclaimed with genuine delight. “I wish I could take this fluffy little bunny home with me,” the boy said. He pouted his cheeks, and as I observed him, he appeared to resemble a squirrely hastily collecting and storing nuts into his cheeks. I took the rabbit from his grasp and inquired, “Then why don’t you take it back home?”

I stood on his feet, alert and poised, waiting for anything that might have chosen to happen but something like that -the thing I was expecting to happen- never happened. Instead what I saw was a common thing, as common as the woods themselves were. It was a white and brown rabbit streaking quickly across in underbrush in the woods, its speed an intention that he or she -because I did not know whether it was a female or male rabbit- was hurrying off to somewhere, a home or a family of similar furry animals like him or herself. Further down where I stood, if I trailed the path till it sloped down, I would come across a lake, a very beautiful one at that. It would be cool and there would be ri