Inkheart
New Member
Near Death of The Easter Bunny
"The fog last night was unreal. It hung over the village like a giant cloud of chloroform, ready to suffocate the lonely coastal road with it's sprouting twigs of houses. I stepped across the dew-ridden grass, droplets winking under the full moon. The car was cold and the damp leather of the wheel sent shivers up to my elbows. I stared ahead at the tiny stretch of road. With insane optimism I hoped I could remember the correct bends and turns it would tease me with.
The hedgerows lining the road seemed to stand, watching me pass, knowing my awful fate around the next bend. I watched the undulating shadows cast by my headlights as I moved the car forward. It felt like I was playing a computer game, it was too simple to be careful. Gliding around corners I felt as though a giant hand was laying the road behind the curtain of fog metres in front.
I had just settled into this amusing notion and was enjoying the surreal midnight game, when with such unexpected suddenness, a grey creature skipped along the hem of the fog curtain and disappeared into the silent hedgerow. I slammed on the brakes. I nearly killed it, I thought. I automatically switched off the engine. My heart thumped in my chest. I looked over at the unmoving blackthorn into which the white rump had disappeared. The full moon, the fog and the isolation of the moment sent flashing images of an evil, black, twisted version of Alice In Wonderland existing within the sneering blackthorn. I was Alice and I had nearly killed the White Rabbit.
Gathering my senses I looked back at the road ahead. I was nearly home. Removing the incident from my mind I turned the engine on and out of habit, glanced at the passenger seat beside me. The giant chocolate egg in the navy box had fallen onto its side. Leaning on the navy box at an awkward angle lay the chocolate rabbit. Its eye of white chocolate directed at me. Through the ruffles of plastic, its dark chocolate eyebrow seemed to be raised questioningly. I laughed at the absurdity of it all, put my foot on the accelerator and continued on my journey home.
I am Laura and I had nearly killed the Easter Bunny."
"The fog last night was unreal. It hung over the village like a giant cloud of chloroform, ready to suffocate the lonely coastal road with it's sprouting twigs of houses. I stepped across the dew-ridden grass, droplets winking under the full moon. The car was cold and the damp leather of the wheel sent shivers up to my elbows. I stared ahead at the tiny stretch of road. With insane optimism I hoped I could remember the correct bends and turns it would tease me with.
The hedgerows lining the road seemed to stand, watching me pass, knowing my awful fate around the next bend. I watched the undulating shadows cast by my headlights as I moved the car forward. It felt like I was playing a computer game, it was too simple to be careful. Gliding around corners I felt as though a giant hand was laying the road behind the curtain of fog metres in front.
I had just settled into this amusing notion and was enjoying the surreal midnight game, when with such unexpected suddenness, a grey creature skipped along the hem of the fog curtain and disappeared into the silent hedgerow. I slammed on the brakes. I nearly killed it, I thought. I automatically switched off the engine. My heart thumped in my chest. I looked over at the unmoving blackthorn into which the white rump had disappeared. The full moon, the fog and the isolation of the moment sent flashing images of an evil, black, twisted version of Alice In Wonderland existing within the sneering blackthorn. I was Alice and I had nearly killed the White Rabbit.
Gathering my senses I looked back at the road ahead. I was nearly home. Removing the incident from my mind I turned the engine on and out of habit, glanced at the passenger seat beside me. The giant chocolate egg in the navy box had fallen onto its side. Leaning on the navy box at an awkward angle lay the chocolate rabbit. Its eye of white chocolate directed at me. Through the ruffles of plastic, its dark chocolate eyebrow seemed to be raised questioningly. I laughed at the absurdity of it all, put my foot on the accelerator and continued on my journey home.
I am Laura and I had nearly killed the Easter Bunny."
Cute story. I only have a few changes for you:
