Rabbit Hole Fanart Novels & Stories

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

he added with a smirk, “if you do change your mind about Rachel’s offer to let me fuck you while she watches…” “Not tonight,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Or ever.” “Shame.” He leaned in, mouth close to my ear. “Because you grind like someone who deserves a goddamn audience.” I rolled my eyes, but my body still moved with his, every inch of us aligned—spine to chest, thigh to thigh. It was messy, delicious, and harmless. I looked out in the crowd and there he was. Mr. Rabbit. Ten feet away. Standing perfectly still in a sea of movement. The rabbit mask stared back at me, head slightly tilted.

She’s really well known. The reason I didn’t make the connection is that I hadn’t seen a photo of her. I’ve never looked at the About page of the website. The avatar she uses on the Wonderland social media sites isn’t a photo of herself or her beagle but a cartoon of a rabbit with a pocket watch and waistcoat, an adaptation of one of the original wood-engraved illustrations done for the book. Otherwise, online she doesn’t tend to show her face. Her podcasts are audio only. And her photos on F******k and I*******m only include pictures of books.

It was almost easy to believe that The Rabbit Hole was just like any other bar in The Fringe, at least on the surface. It did have a bit more flair with its décor, the tables- looking like oversized Queen of Hearts playing cards- was a nice touch. As well as some of the barstools which hugged the counter, resembled huge ass mushrooms. Around here, you could score the fun kind of mushrooms and take a trip down your own rabbit hole.

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.

The third ring lands perfectly. The carnie blinks, then grunts, reaching for the smallest stuffed animal….a sad-looking rabbit with one eye sewn crooked. I don’t want it. I don’t want anything from this place except to leave. But I take the rabbit anyway, clutching it to my chest like a shield as I turn, and there he is.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a crash behind him. He looked back and saw two rabbits running away in a hurry. Kiran did not hurt them. He just thought those rabbits seemed happy together. Rumble! Suddenly, a noise came from the rabbits’ direction. Kiran curiously hurried over and saw that the two rabbits had fallen into a deep hole. The hole was about one meter in diameter, and it looked bottomless. Kiran was reminded of the cave in Mount Mordor, so he jumped in right away. The walls of the cave were smooth, so nothing obstructed his way down. It got cooler and breezier as he got lower. It felt like a spring breeze at first, then autumn, and finally winter.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

At this moment, Foxy's ears moved, and she shouted excitedly, “Look, there’s a hole here. Could it be your nest? I heard that rabbits like to dig holes. I think this must be it!” A trace of embarrassment flashed across Rabbit's face. It leaned forward and smelled carefully. Indeed, there was a scent of his family.