Alec in Wonderland

Short Stories

Valerie spread the blanket over the grassy field. She arranged the snack, lit up the candles and lay on the ground while listening to Alec’s favorite songs. She fell asleep holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She has been busy these past few months and she can definitely fall asleep in an instant.

The Magical Window

Magical Aesthetic, Poem
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Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe of such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight

The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter in my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air

It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day

or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins

Poetry Day Six: Enjambment

The Transformation

Horror

He went home early to surprise Elene with flowers and movie tickets for their anniversary. He tried calling her earlier, but there was no answer. He slowly walked to their bedroom, hiding the flowers behind his back, but to his surprise, he saw her naked with another man in bed.

Things I do when I don’t write

Magical Aesthetic, Short Stories

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There was once a time when I would write many beautiful things about life just by staring at the evening sky, the moon, and the dancing stars. With every word, every sentence, I can feel the moon’s energy flowing through me, inspiring me to write. Yes, the moon is my muse.

Night Whisper

Love Notes

I woke up in a world far different from what I was used to.
Fell asleep in a bed where my nightmares turned to beautiful dreams.


2 in the morning, I awoke to the sound of your voice outside my window.

Wake up, Princess… Stop living in someone else’s dream. Come home to me… to our world… I need you here.

I run outside, barefoot.

Where are you?” I whisper.

No answer.
I fall down to my knees.
Hands on the ground.

Please… don’t leave me… I need you too…

©Pancake Bunnykins

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