Have you ever seen a cloud that looks like a Rabbit: living, moving, breathing. Filling its lungs with vaporized atmosphere. Well if you have ever seen this kind of cloud, you must have felt the urge to just stand there, simply rooted to the spot. But even if you have not seen a cloud like this, or even heard of one, you have surely heard the wind whistling through the trees. Or seen the soft ripples it makes on a pond during sunset? Well, these simple things you take for granted may not be so simple after you here what they really are.

Millions of years ago, when the earth was still young, a great forest inhabited the earth. Now this forest inhabited not only the continent which we call North Amarica nowadays, but every single continent in the whole world! The only living creatures where trees, Patapats (That grew on Patapat bushes, and had the shape and texture of a patato), and rabbits that hopped around on there hind legs all the time and had ears that were so large the rabbits had no need for a house for they could just use there large ears for shelter. In the spring all the rabbits whould gather as many Patapats as they could in their little paws and whould put all the Patapats in their large ears. Then they would make a large fire and put their ears laden with Patapats over the fire and would socialize till the Patapats had cooked. After this they would take one patapat at a time and bash it and mash it until they were satisfied. Then they would grab it with their little paws and eat it up and reach for the next one.

Now it just so happened one day (as you might expect), one of the rabbits spilt all of his Patapats into the fire. Quickly he jumped into the fire grabing 3 of the 30 or so Patapats spilt. And just as quickly he jumped out of the fire, much to the amusement of the other rabbits. Not knowing what to do with the 3 uncooked Patapats he resolved to eat one. Bad idea. As soon as he had swallowed the raw Patapat he began to turn white and to rise up into the sky. The rest of the Rabbits were astonished. All at once they began to socialize and were so distracted that they did not even notice that their Patapats where burning! Finally after an hour or so they relized their Patapats were disappearing. So without ferther a dew they ate as many as they could. Bad idea. Suddenly all the rabbits began to rise up into the air and disappear. So now we have clouds and wind that are actually rabbits and if you hear the wind wistling through the trees, just know that it is the rabbits socializing.

So let’s return to the 19th century, to Steam-punkville, high up in the clouds. Wow, pretty much everything was powered by steam. It baffled me that this whole city was held up in the sky by colossal turbines completely powered by steam! If it hadn’t been for those turbines, this island would have been a woeful sight. Great! We landed our sky ship in the harbor. Steam-bots were hauling large metal boxes, filled with parts, around. They scoffed at me when they saw the light-weight bags I carried.

This city was so beautiful with those wooden streets leading this way and that. All the buildings were built erect and glistening in the sunlight. The harbor was filled with cobblestone and was very large, and little children and Steam-bot kids alike played in the street. Well, I was very tired from my long journey, so I had find an inn. “What’s this?!” I thought. Sentinels and steam soldiers were shouting at each other and running about! I found myself alone on the abandoned street.

Suddenly I heard a roaring sound that shook the ground like an earthquake. As I tried to find out what was the matter, I saw Steam-bots blundering around. It was then that I decided to look up into the sky. As I looked through the cloudy sky, I detected a colossal adversary, a humongous worm, half visible through the fog. Sprockets creaked as it swerved into the sunlight. It was covered in brass plates and steam surged from its mechanical belly, out of its mouth and nostrils. The worm had a sinister mouth full of billions of iron teeth, also made of machinery. It was a mechanical beast.

I gulped as its one eye pierced me, seeming like it was peering inside of me. I was overpowered to just stand there, my legs rooted to the ground. There was no doubt that a siege would not be needed for the worm to destroy the city. Suddenly with a large sweep of its tail, the worm broke the island in half. I was thrown off the island, high up into the air. Suddenly it was like everything went into slow motion, and as I drifted away from the island, music started to play in my head….

Suddenly I found myself back in this age, sitting at my desk, writing this story. I know not who the victor of that great battle was, but I will rejoice that it was all just a vision.

THE END

Mumbo was a monkey; a thin, puny monkey, only the size of a peewee. He lived in a tree; not just any tree, mind you, but a big baobab tree as big as 3 lion’s dens. Like I said Mumbo was a puny little monkey only the size of a peewee, so it was no wonder his siblings thought that he was there to bully. Jumbo, his brother had thought Mumbo was the weakest monkey on the African plains, and had spanked him till his bum had been red. Now in the first place spanking somebody isn’t going to make them any bigger. In second place, believe it or not, that’s monkey bullying. But Jumbo was a stubborn monkey; monkeys only as big as a peewee should be spanked for being so small.

Although Mumbo was so small, he was very smart. In fact, Mumbo’s dad, Tumbo (then the chief of the tribe), had thought Mumbo was the cleverest monkey in the tribe. Because Mumbo’s dad had thought him to be so clever, he had given him the job of a tabtub, or a scribe. In the summer time, when the sun scorched the sands and the days were long, Mumbo would make sure every monkey got their fair share of water from the water hole. And every night he would make sure that no monkeys were missing.

But one-night Mumbo realized that one of the younglings was missing and so was its mother. That afternoon he had been washing at the water hole and had noticed that every

monkey, except for the mother and the youngling were there. As he searched his memory he alighted on the fact that that morning a messenger had reported that there was a lion roaming about. Just then a Roar had been heard and the whole tribe had rushed up to their old home, the baobab.

Having thought through this several times, he resolved to go tell Tumbo (then the chief of the tribe).

“That’s terrible”, exclaimed Tumbo, after Mumbo had finished telling him the facts.

So the very next day Tumbo, then the chief of the tribe, decided to send his roughest, toughest monkeys to go find the mother and her youngling. So off went the monkeys at the very crack of dawn. As the fireflies came out and the sun sank beneath the horizon, the rough, tough monkeys came back without a clue to were the mother and her youngling had gone.

Mumbo was devastated. Where could the mother and her youngling be, he wondered. It was possible the lion could have eaten them. Mumbo gulped. When Mumbo was only a little youngling his mother had told him fearful stories about Leni the lion. Leni the lion was the most dangerous creature on the African plains, besides the Mosquito. In fact, Leni had a reputation for eating monkeys, and had readily consumed the chief before Tumbo (then the chief of the tribe).That chief had been very mean. He had been foolish and had showered insults on the lion when on the ground. It was no wonder the chief had been eaten. But that was besides the point.

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Mumbo had found it. Finally a clue. Tumbo (then the chief of the tribe) would be proud. Mumbo had found foot prints! They looked about monkey size, he thought. So Mumbo started to follow the foot prints. As he was rounding a corner he came face to face with a lion. The lion was as startled as Mumbo was, and for a second the two just stood there nose to nose. Then Mumbo came back to his senses and scrambled up the nearest tree. When he reached the top his said to himself;

“Why, that lion is slower than I expected. I thought I was a goner.”

As Mumbo shifted his position he heard a voice behind him.

“I thought I was a goner too, Mumbo”, said the voice.

It was the mother and her youngling! Mumbo could not believe it. So Mumbo waited till the next morning, when the lion was asleep, and then tiptoed back to the Baobab with the mother and the youngling. When they arrived at the tree they were warmly greeted. Mumbo was never teased by his brother Jumbo again.

THE END

Max was disappointed, but more than that his teacher was disappointed. Max hated to be a disappointment to anybody. He had worked so hard on his math exam, just to fail. He was never naturally good at math. And yet, standing here at the teachers desk looking at that big D- on his Math exam made him want to cry. He had super human powers, but having superpowers doesn’t help math. A small tear rolled down his right cheek. He couldn’t look at his teacher; to face her and see the disappointment in her eyes. It was all just too much for him too take. Slowly he turned his head and went back to his desk. He sat down.

He could stop time. Yes, that was his superpower. Max looked at his watch. Almost 30 minutes was left till lunch. He just needed a break from all this noise. He focused......then.....dead silence. He looked around himself. Every thing was frozen. He stood up and grabbed a paper glider hanging frozen, in time. He smirked and threw it at the class bully. As soon as it had left his hand it stopped. That was normal, because time didn’t exist right now and you need time to fly a paper glider. After that bit of comical relief he decided that he would do his very best on the next math test. He pulled out a pen and a paper and started to right sums. He even went so far as to borrow the teachers book; not to cheat or anything, but just to study what was coming up the next math test.

For hours he studied. Finally he was getting tired of it all so he unstopped time. Smack!!!!

The paper glider hit the class bully right in the nose. Every one laughed, poor guy.

The next day Max did the same thing. In fact, for the next 5 weeks he did the same thing every math period. Test day finally came Around. Lunch was right before 5 period, aka math Class. After lunch he went to the math room. His teacher wore a worried expression. He was just sitting down when his teacher called him over to her desk.

"You know that if you fail this test, you might have to repeat 5 grade", she said, looking him strait in the eye.

"Yes I know, Ms. GoldWater" he said," but I feel very confident".

There was a short pause and then his teacher smiled.

"Well I wish you good luck then", said she, as she handed him his test.

Max sat down, and when his teacher gave the word he started.

He finished his test then waited for every one else to finish. Then he turned it in.

He he could not sleep that night. He kept wondering what grade he got. Finnally day came. During 5th period math his teacher called him to the front. Max just smiled as he saw the big green A+ on his paper.

#time #test #fiction #max

Just recently my family adopted a new dog. She stayed in the backyard, but there was a problem: We also had a rabbit in the backyard. Dogs and Rabbits don’t get along together very well. So we brought the rabbit into the house. For 2 weeks the Rabbit stayed in a box: a big, plastic, storage box with a red lid. I have to admit, he was quite happy, but I think he was geting a little bit bored. My sisters offered to house the rabbit in their room because we could not put the rabbit in the living room; my dad is allergic to rabbits.

One morning I heard my sister yelling and screaming at the furry rodent. Turned out the rabbit had eaten half of her math page. My mom was not happy and in the end she had to email the teacher to send another copy of the math page. But thats only the biggining.

The next day the rabbit hopped on to my other sisters bed and scratched it up, leaving behind hair and Poop. My other sister was not happy; both of my sisters were angry. I figured they were about to tell me to take the rabbit to my room and house him. Thankfuly it did not come to that.

So we kicked him out to the garage. He was quite happy there. But one day my brother left a mirror in his box. The rabbit (rabbits are pretty dumb) tryed to frighten the other rabbit in the mirror. As he was trying to frighten the other rabbit, the other rabbit frightened him. He backed off and the other rabbit backed off to. The rabbit seing that this was a good chance to show the other rabbit who he was charged and the other rabit charged to. The rabbit never got his revenge for I had finally relized what the noise had been and quickly pulled the mirror out. Boom! The rabbit hit the side of the box. Confused and bewildered he retured to his bed, not knowing were the other rabbit had gone.

#funny #flash-fiction #rabbit

Ralph was a delivery man. Why? Because he didn't want to work a McDonald's, that's why. He was a short man, and was very kind. He wasn't just a delivery man; he loved to help people out with other jobs. He did his very best to help everyone, but usually got turned down. If you don't understand, here's an example:

Mrs. Green asked him to peal all the patatos before she got home from the grocery store.

Ralph pealed the patatos so well that when Mrs. Green got home: there weren't any patatos left. Unfortunately for Ralph, Mrs. Green sent him away and told him never to come back.

Another example is this:

When the Petersons left on vacation, they told Ralph to keep the house clean and to take care of their Cat, Starpaw. True to his word, Ralph came the next day to sweep and vacuum the floors and to feed Starpaw. Noticing that Starpaw had some dirt on her coat, he came to the conclusion that she needed a bath. So he filled a bucket wth warm water, got some soap, and started washing Starpaw. If you have been living under a rock your whole life and you have absolutely no idea what is going on then I will tell you: cats give themselves baths.

Anyways, Starpaw died of fright. And the Petersons told Ralph to go away, and to never come back. And after being late to work 20 times in a row, poor Ralph got fired from his delivery Job. Oh well, I guess he had to work at McDonalds after all.

#this #story #is #not #true