Rabbit Scarecrow Novels & Stories

Peacekeeper armor. He wrapped the star-metal wire around the locust limbs, creating jagged, spindly arms. He assembled a nightmare. It looked like a crucified skeleton made of metal and insect parts. "It needs a heart," Leo whispered. He reached into his own chest. Not literally, but metaphysically. He pulled a sphere of golden fire from his core. But he didn't make it pure. He twisted it. He added the memory of the Void he had felt in the Architect’s database. He added the anger of the burning South. He added the cold of the deep ocean. He created a ball of dread. He pushed it into the chest cavity of the Scarecrow. The construct jerked. The skull’s eyes lit up. Not gold. Purple-gold. A br

"I love you too, wolf man." Skylar made an image of a rabbit appear, then showed it off to her parents. ''Mom, dad look.'' She smiled proudly at her creation. ''That's lovely.'' Horatio playfully pinched her cheek. ''I can do that too, but better.'' Shawn came over, making a wolf. Soon, Leo and Hazel joined in, making animals they liked the best, and using their powers to make them dance for Scarlet and Horatio. Scarlet gave a proud smile at her children's creations.

she said. “I respectfully disagree. The only way I like a pig is when it’s been cured into bacon.” “Aww, no,” Lauren said, laughing. “Don’t say the cute little piggies get turned into bacon.” “Bacon and ham and Sunday pork roast,” Jake said, making a snuffling noise like a pig. She was going to say something else, something about Wilbur from Charlotte’s Web, but then she noticed that her sneakers were sticking in something. They were just in front of the space between the haunted house and the acrobat tent.

There was a small table which had her photo with Zachariah and Vladimir. "It's amazing" Rose said and turned towards the beast with a grin on her face. "I love it!" She said. The beasts were glad to hear it. This is what they wanted. Rose gasped in excitement when saw a small rabit appearing from the bushes. "There's a rabit!" She said. The beasts looked at the rabit before turning towards her. "Do you want it?" Zachariah's beast asked.

But her hands stilled a second too long, betraying her want. Darkness smelled different on this side of the fence. More wild, more layered. Xander heard the furtive churn of some small animal—they paused, eyes adjusting—and then watched, together, as two raccoons poked out from behind a rain barrel. They were bigger than any he’d seen pre-collapse, thicker furred, their faces gone maskless with white. Carolina knelt and unwrapped something from her pocket, holding breadcrumbs out, palm up, so patient and calm he almost believed she could tame anything. The raccoons ate from her hand. She grinned, all teeth and mischief. “See? Chaos always wins.”

BoldR quipped back with a chilling glare. “Ha ha ha, she basically called you a teddy bear. Ha ha ha” Duncan choked out between fits of laughter. “I thought that you and your pack members could hunt wild game to fill the smoke house. Rabbits are pretty plentiful at this time of year.”Duncan calmed his laughter and looked at Cassia. Just then BoldR started to laugh. “ ha ha she’s got you chasing rabbits. Ha ha ha.” He then wiped a tear from his eye. “Okay half pint. He he he” Duncan agreed still chuckling.

"I don't know. Too far to scent. Just a wolf marking up the gate," There's a pause. Freddie storms out of the barn and starts heading in the direction of the gate. Miles comes out and looks up at me signaling me to stay put. I move back up to the high point of the roof and scan the cornfield. My eyes zero in on the movement between the two scarecrows toward the center of the field. The ruffling moves away from them toward the barn. I stand up and let out a warning howl. A group of wolves rush out of the fields. I immediately start removing my jacket and shoes. As soon as I get my jeans off I shift. It takes me no time. I launch myself off the roof and find Miles immediately.

I turn back on Farm Of Death just in time to see a scarecrow come to life and chase a couple through the corn maze with a machete. My eyes grow heavy just before I make it to the end credits, Max is already asleep curled at my feet. When my eyes open again, it’s to the sound of him barking. I mute the TV and find him at the back door, the night pitch black, the moon quarter full in the sky above. Something triggers the flood lights in the back yard, though it’s not uncommon with all the deer around here. I stumble to the kitchen and peer out. I don’t see anything. The glow on the stove tells me it’s just past two a.m.

He called out to them but they didn't care to respond. “Camila! Come out!” he called out to his older daughter to come out of the house. A beautiful teenage girl came running out on her father’s voice. “Get them inside. They’re gonna hurt themselves!” Bruno said and stood up to step into the fields. Camila obeyed her father and set out after her sisters. She could see the movement in the field near the scarecrow. Ironically, most of the straws of the scarecrow had found new homes in crow nests around the field. Bruno pledged to repair it every time he saw it but always ended up leaving it for later. The miserable scarecrow, like its owner, longed for a break that never came. Camila and the s

the priest replied. They were inside the barn now and Lucas led the way to the tall wire cage in the corner. It had a trap door that connected to a similar enclosure outside the barn, and both parts were filled with logs, rocks, and other things to climb on. The little raccoon was nowhere in sight, but as soon as Lucas ran his fingernails over the wire, there was an answering call from outside and a black-and-grey streak charged inside and toward the cage door, chittering excitedly as it came.