Are You The Rabbit?

My ideas brought to life with Michaela's artwork!

Kala and I have an entire series of ideas that follow a particular theme. The theme is that everyone has a flaw, no matter their external appearance. In this case, an average looking teenage boy has difficulty hiding the fact that he's hopped up on Vicodin. I'm going to try to get Michaela to draw more of my ideas with this theme and a couple other themes I have in mind. This, hopefully, is just the tip of the iceberg.

Opalescence

The path to the building was bumpy and exciting, as it had always been. The sound of tires over gravel, mixed with the whooping of a suburbia-grown "cowboy" blurting the usual nonsense of rodeos and Southern romance out of the Cadillac's radio, left me with an almost unnatural sense of peace. A split second after the wheels on the vehicle had stopped turning, I sprang from the backseat and sprinted the small remainder of the driveway to the front door of the drunkard lair. Both of my arms strained as I pulled at the metal obstruction, the only thing keeping me from the happiness on the other side, until it swung open and I darted through. I stopped instantly after I passed through the doorway. I stood in silence, my eyes wide with excitement and my heart eager with anticipation of the oh-so-glorious recognition and overwhelming praise I was about to receive.


There was nothing. The sounds of the usual patrons echoed throughout the brightly lit building, their drunken laughs and overly aggressive roughhousing that I had grown so accustomed to now sending shivers down my spine. I spun around as I heard a pool stick clash with a cue ball, my eyes quickly fixing on the pool tables near the back of the hall. The chills down my back quickly became a sickening churning sensation in my stomach as I watched a cue ball roll down the table closest to me. Easing away from the table, tears puddling in my eyes as fear began to overtake me, I crept backward toward the desk at the opposite side of the building. As my hands made contact with the torn tarp-like cover on the desk behind me, I heard the cash register at my back slowly sliding open to receive its payment for another day well wasted. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I bolted out the door and back into the long gravel driveway outside. I tried as best as I could to calm my shaking hands as I noticed that the Cadillac was missing, along with the people I thought had come with me. A tapping on the window of the store behind me soon caught my attention and I slowly turned around, picking and biting at the skin around my fingernails. I peered through the window for what seemed like hours, slowing time itself to a halt with the fear of what I may see. My stomach jolted as I saw a figure pass from left to right through the makeshift curtains leading to the back room. I pulled at the metal door  again and after much struggling, made my way back through the doorway and toward the back room. It was difficult to keep what I thought was a safe distance from the cash register to my left and the bathroom doors to my right as I slowly made my way to the blankets hanging from the back room doorway.Taking a deep breath, I separated the blankets and stepped inside. My eyes scanned the room with haste and skepticism until they landed on him.



There he was in his motor oil spotted blue-gray uniform, sitting in the same chair in front of his kitchen table as he always did. Through the smoke coming from the stove in this dimly lit room, I saw him patting his knee and smiling at me. I felt as if I should be afraid but I wasn't. I climbed onto his knee and wrapped my arms around his neck, planting my face against his shoulder and sobbing all of my fears away. His rough hand patted me on the back and I could instantly feel the tears drying on my cheek. I leaned back and grinned as I ruffled his thin white hair. He returned the favor and as he laughed I smelled the alcohol on his breath. I stared into his opalescent eyes for a moment before slowly leaning back in, rubbing my tear stained cheek against the graying stubble on his neck one last time..

Rudolph

Switching the radio off my favorite station Blue Glue, I grabbed my afro from the passenger seat and opened the car door. I waved goodbye to the princess in the backseat, faced out of the car, and felt a smile coming over my face when I saw Godzilla staring back at me. His intense eyes glowed with interest as he looked me up and down, his tongue tracing the outline of his lips in anticipation. Waving to distract him, I tickled under his nose with the afro, causing the overgrown beasts massive maw to open in what could only become a sneeze. I immediately took advantage of the situation and threw myself out of the car, tumbling past his teeth. On the way down his throat, I grabbed onto Dracula with my free hand before we were propelled out of the King of Monsters ear with a roaring sneeze. We spun in circles as we soared through miles of measuring tape, our hands clasped tightly together. It felt as if my head was spinning separately from my body and in this moment I felt a smile once again creeping over my face. Suddenly, Dracula pointed to the northeast and grabbed onto one of the many ends of measuring tape flying by us, tugging on it slightly. My neck cracked backward as we were pulled even faster through the tape toward what appeared to be Dracula's desired destination. I closed my eyes as I held onto Dracula's coattails, wind and tape lashing against my face. Eventually, we smashed into something in our path. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw, to my amazement, the eyes of an electric eel staring back into my own. I felt his body wrap around me in a tingly hug, electric currents intensifying throughout my entire body. My eyes widened as I looked over to Dracula, who responded with a simple nod of his cowboy hat and a smile. The eel grunted as he let out a massive burst of electricity that shot me out of his grasp and straight up into the air. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, soaring upward through the measuring tape until I no longer felt the long strands of distance flapping angrily against my skin. My eyes shot open and I quickly looked down to see the moon shimmering below me, a pale white goddess in the pitch black that surrounded me. Without a thought I threw the afro above my head, which expanded into an umbrella shape to safely let me float down to the surface of the barren orb beneath my feet. As my feet touched the rough surface, I stuffed the now back to normal afro into my back pocket and began to walk the vast stretch of the moon. After walking for hours over the planet, I noticed an astronaut carrying an American flag in the distance and I jogged over to him. He turned to me and I could see a smile through his helmet as I got closer to him. When I reached him I extended my hand for him to shake. He took it with a tight grip and after we greeted one another, I told him my name. "Nice to meet you, Smiley," he said as he let go of my hand and pointed to a name tag that I couldn't decipher. I shook my head to see if I could correct my vision and when my sight readjusted, he was holding out a plate of cabbage. I shook my head once more to reject his offer and he instantly grew distraught, storming off to the other side of the moon in leaps and bounds that would've taken me hours to travel. I yelled for him to come back until he crossed over the horizon and I could no longer see him. Upset and lonely, I whistled for my giraffe to fly over from Jupiter and I climbed onto his back. As we soared back to Earth, we were joined by thousands of seagulls, the flapping of their wings slowly putting me into a deep state of sleep. When I woke I was back in my fortress at Disneyland, safely in my bed and my afro tucked away on a shelf above me. Mickey Mouse and John Wayne tucked me in as they sang me to sleep.