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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Creatures & Monsters
- Published: 04/24/2022
The Guilt Of The Rabbit
Born 1997, M, from Melcher-Dallas, Iowa, United StatesThe rabbit squeezed the owl's neck with his hands with all the force he could muster, preventing the bird from being able to breathe. As the owl tries to set himself free, it is kicking hard in an attempt to liberate itself from the bind of death. He began wheezing loudly as he choked, with his mouth hanging open, making raspy screeching sounds, as his eyes rolled towards his head, leading to a god-awful crack that sounded like a tree falling from his neck.
When the great horned owl died, the rabbit relinquished its stranglehold that it had over the bird's neck. There was nothing left of this poor owl afterward other than a lifeless corpse that had its neck bent backwards, its neck deformed, its bones protruding from the surface of its skin. It was at this point that blood began to leak out of the owl's neck, due to severing of its coronary artery sliced by the fractured bones within its neck.
The rabbit slowly and steadily straightened himself up and remained on his knees as he stared sadly down at the owl who was staring up at him dead in the eyes, as if he was filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt, with the conviction that he deserved penance for what he had done. This owl was completely unknown to him, and he came up with the most audacious scheme just to kill it from the comfort of his darkness, just to kill it from the comfort of his blindness. The rabbit was married to a family, had a full-time living as a successful teacher at a University, and was enshrined in history as the kindest and most generous in his own community. There will be no more of this for him from now on since his actions will turn him into something that embodies the undead, a monster who is destined to roam among the graves of the deceased.
A few minutes later, the atmosphere's level began to alter, resulting in a completely different image from the one that previously existed at the place where the rabbit was kneeling over the mortal remains of the owl. The rabbit and the owl's carcass had vanished from the dark alley in which they were located, and had instead been transferred to a white landscape of a frozen arctic landscape that was actually Antarctica.
There were no woodlands, hence everything in the surroundings was white, but there was an odd quality to the sky that made it different from the typical blue sky that we see around us. This sky had the appearance of an eye framed with clocks centered in its pupil, giving the vibe of a vintage Gothic looking timepiece. The hands of the clocks were off-kilter, not like their earthly counterparts that had been designed by mankind.
The arms were like the curved lines of the tongues of reptiles, with a three-edged pitchfork hanging from the end of each of the arms. Neither of them had a normal number, rather they had something even more bizarre: rabbits that were cast in bronze and were life-size, their heads had been severed off, their heads featured engraved numbers emblazoned across their foreheads, while the pupil of their eyes was smeared with what seemed to be melted candle wax as if there were a ghostly light which seemed to be burning in the vicinity of their vision. Embedded in the round, spiky shape of the clock were the wings and bodies of crows bearing the heads of white pythons with crimson glistening eyes.
It is the first time the rabbit has ever seen sun like the one we see today which comes from the sky, as it is such an absolutely beautiful and otherworldly sight that even God has not been able to describe it in such eloquent terms. It was indeed terrifying for the rabbit to witness this, for he never imagined that after killing this innocent great horned Owl he would just end up in an alternate dimension filled with all kinds of strange horror.
The rabbit sprung up from his perch as swiftly as possible and sprinted across, wrapping his arms as tightly around his own chest, as the chill of the wind made his body bitterly cold while he was hurrying across the frozen wastes with his hands clasped tightly around his own chest.
There was no such thing as being able to reach a goal of ultimate freedom in this void of whiteness, which existed as nothing more than a repository of pure whiteness that served as punishment and entrapment for cold-hearted murderers.
The rabbit was brought to his knees for the second time as he gradually began to regain his breath as he ran through the panic of this terrifying and frightening reality. Something slipped from the gray leather jacket that he was wearing, revealing a picture that had slipped from his right pocket and was lying on the ground under a blanket of snow. He picked it up with both hands, with his back arched, as he sniffed his nose, trying to clear out all the snot that filled his nostrils. As he unfolded the photo, he saw that it was a family portrait of his family that was taken at a family gathering on the easter of 2011 in Melcher-Dallas, Iowa. The photo shows his wife and three daughters wearing Sunday dresses, only a short time after attending a church service together as a family. There were words written in white on the bottom of the page on the left side that were extremely distressing to read,’ you had thrown it all away.
Over an owl you murdered, who had a similar identity to you, a family like yours.’
As soon as he finished reading this, he was transformed into another dimension at the speed of thought. He was in a white staircase room that had many mannequins that looked like himself running up the staircase, but without any expression on their faces because all of them remained blank, just like the skinny man called slender. The rabbit arose very quickly and began to walk up the stairs in a very fast manner. This staircase seemed to go on for eternity, with creepy mannequins of himself everywhere, as if he pondered the possibility that this would never come to an end. But his thoughts were misguided, once he lifted his head, he was transported to a different dimension with one quick blink of the eye, this time through a white hallway adorned with three blind mice nailed to three crosses at the end of the hall. Each of the mice had a crown of thrones on their heads, as well as their sides being punctured with blood and water was flowing out of the sides of each of their mutilated bodies, which were soaked with blood, just like they mocked the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. When the rabbit blinked once more, the rabbit was confronted with a completely naked gray-fur lioness who was performing an oral ritual on each of the dead mice on the cross. The rabbit blinks again, and he is once again on his knees in the arctic dimension, over the body of the great horned owl he killed, confused as to what is going on.
There was a sheer manifestation of awe and horror that was frightening to the rabbit, as this was like seeing the face of a divine entity that had fettered him into this dimension of his own guilt. The story in this dimension keeps repeating itself, as he keeps wandering into the same dimensional square that he has encountered before, and in fact, he seems unable to get out of it - after all, this rabbit, who managed to kill an innocent owl with the claws of his very own hand, as it were, has no understanding of generosity or caring, and does not comprehend anything but the understanding of Guilt. . . For mankind carries the gift of guilt.
The Guilt Of The Rabbit(D.l. lewis)
The rabbit squeezed the owl's neck with his hands with all the force he could muster, preventing the bird from being able to breathe. As the owl tries to set himself free, it is kicking hard in an attempt to liberate itself from the bind of death. He began wheezing loudly as he choked, with his mouth hanging open, making raspy screeching sounds, as his eyes rolled towards his head, leading to a god-awful crack that sounded like a tree falling from his neck.
When the great horned owl died, the rabbit relinquished its stranglehold that it had over the bird's neck. There was nothing left of this poor owl afterward other than a lifeless corpse that had its neck bent backwards, its neck deformed, its bones protruding from the surface of its skin. It was at this point that blood began to leak out of the owl's neck, due to severing of its coronary artery sliced by the fractured bones within its neck.
The rabbit slowly and steadily straightened himself up and remained on his knees as he stared sadly down at the owl who was staring up at him dead in the eyes, as if he was filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt, with the conviction that he deserved penance for what he had done. This owl was completely unknown to him, and he came up with the most audacious scheme just to kill it from the comfort of his darkness, just to kill it from the comfort of his blindness. The rabbit was married to a family, had a full-time living as a successful teacher at a University, and was enshrined in history as the kindest and most generous in his own community. There will be no more of this for him from now on since his actions will turn him into something that embodies the undead, a monster who is destined to roam among the graves of the deceased.
A few minutes later, the atmosphere's level began to alter, resulting in a completely different image from the one that previously existed at the place where the rabbit was kneeling over the mortal remains of the owl. The rabbit and the owl's carcass had vanished from the dark alley in which they were located, and had instead been transferred to a white landscape of a frozen arctic landscape that was actually Antarctica.
There were no woodlands, hence everything in the surroundings was white, but there was an odd quality to the sky that made it different from the typical blue sky that we see around us. This sky had the appearance of an eye framed with clocks centered in its pupil, giving the vibe of a vintage Gothic looking timepiece. The hands of the clocks were off-kilter, not like their earthly counterparts that had been designed by mankind.
The arms were like the curved lines of the tongues of reptiles, with a three-edged pitchfork hanging from the end of each of the arms. Neither of them had a normal number, rather they had something even more bizarre: rabbits that were cast in bronze and were life-size, their heads had been severed off, their heads featured engraved numbers emblazoned across their foreheads, while the pupil of their eyes was smeared with what seemed to be melted candle wax as if there were a ghostly light which seemed to be burning in the vicinity of their vision. Embedded in the round, spiky shape of the clock were the wings and bodies of crows bearing the heads of white pythons with crimson glistening eyes.
It is the first time the rabbit has ever seen sun like the one we see today which comes from the sky, as it is such an absolutely beautiful and otherworldly sight that even God has not been able to describe it in such eloquent terms. It was indeed terrifying for the rabbit to witness this, for he never imagined that after killing this innocent great horned Owl he would just end up in an alternate dimension filled with all kinds of strange horror.
The rabbit sprung up from his perch as swiftly as possible and sprinted across, wrapping his arms as tightly around his own chest, as the chill of the wind made his body bitterly cold while he was hurrying across the frozen wastes with his hands clasped tightly around his own chest.
There was no such thing as being able to reach a goal of ultimate freedom in this void of whiteness, which existed as nothing more than a repository of pure whiteness that served as punishment and entrapment for cold-hearted murderers.
The rabbit was brought to his knees for the second time as he gradually began to regain his breath as he ran through the panic of this terrifying and frightening reality. Something slipped from the gray leather jacket that he was wearing, revealing a picture that had slipped from his right pocket and was lying on the ground under a blanket of snow. He picked it up with both hands, with his back arched, as he sniffed his nose, trying to clear out all the snot that filled his nostrils. As he unfolded the photo, he saw that it was a family portrait of his family that was taken at a family gathering on the easter of 2011 in Melcher-Dallas, Iowa. The photo shows his wife and three daughters wearing Sunday dresses, only a short time after attending a church service together as a family. There were words written in white on the bottom of the page on the left side that were extremely distressing to read,’ you had thrown it all away.
Over an owl you murdered, who had a similar identity to you, a family like yours.’
As soon as he finished reading this, he was transformed into another dimension at the speed of thought. He was in a white staircase room that had many mannequins that looked like himself running up the staircase, but without any expression on their faces because all of them remained blank, just like the skinny man called slender. The rabbit arose very quickly and began to walk up the stairs in a very fast manner. This staircase seemed to go on for eternity, with creepy mannequins of himself everywhere, as if he pondered the possibility that this would never come to an end. But his thoughts were misguided, once he lifted his head, he was transported to a different dimension with one quick blink of the eye, this time through a white hallway adorned with three blind mice nailed to three crosses at the end of the hall. Each of the mice had a crown of thrones on their heads, as well as their sides being punctured with blood and water was flowing out of the sides of each of their mutilated bodies, which were soaked with blood, just like they mocked the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. When the rabbit blinked once more, the rabbit was confronted with a completely naked gray-fur lioness who was performing an oral ritual on each of the dead mice on the cross. The rabbit blinks again, and he is once again on his knees in the arctic dimension, over the body of the great horned owl he killed, confused as to what is going on.
There was a sheer manifestation of awe and horror that was frightening to the rabbit, as this was like seeing the face of a divine entity that had fettered him into this dimension of his own guilt. The story in this dimension keeps repeating itself, as he keeps wandering into the same dimensional square that he has encountered before, and in fact, he seems unable to get out of it - after all, this rabbit, who managed to kill an innocent owl with the claws of his very own hand, as it were, has no understanding of generosity or caring, and does not comprehend anything but the understanding of Guilt. . . For mankind carries the gift of guilt.
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