Cycling through the lanes of fantasyland, amidst forests of cherry blossoms and flowing fields of radiant flowers, I heard something strange, something unfamiliar. The peace of the forest was being disturbed by a variant cacophony emmited from the nearby trees. Strange chirps and squeaks emanated from a clearing nearby. I knew there was a river there, but who had so intruded in my dreamworld ?..
Turning around, I wheeled in the direction of the river and reached the clearing. The sight that I lay eyes on took my breath away. This place which used to be a serene wonderland with only the sound of flowing water and the rustling of the trees was now packed with all kinds of creatures right from a measly ant to a massive dinosaur. As I entered the meadow, no one took any notice of my presence there because all eyes were fixated in the centre of the glade. Curious as to know what was happening there, I pushed through the crowd of animals to the front lines, nudging a massive gorilla and slipping under the legs of a giraffe. When I reached there I realised what was going on.
The centre of the clearing had an opening out of the meadow and the beginning of this path had a wide banner attached to two poles which said "START". This was a race, a race like never before and the identities of the contestants had my mind tossed upside down all over again. This was a hare and a tortoise race. Fleeting memories of the fairy tale of my childhood came flashing in my mind in which the slow and steady tortoise won the race because of the overconfidence and laziness of the hare. But this wasn't just another hare and tortoise race, standing at the starting position were two of the least expected creatures that you could find, Bowser and Bugs bunny...
-to be continued
The belltower rang twice in the smeary night. I was home alone. Contemplating on what the cause of my unrest was, I sat awake on my bed, not being able to come up with a suitable answer for over the past couple of hours. The arms of sleep pulled me back into the sea of blankets, but my mind resisted the surge of slumber. Looking out the window I could see a tree, about seven yards away from my sill, rustling in the pleasant cold wind of the night. The moon was partly hidden by clouds and the world beyond my window was like a blurry memory of my past, getting darker every second. I know not why i was awake nor why I wasn't asleep, but just the fact that i was conscious was binding on me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see a gray cat creep ever so gracefully across the street, twitching as it moved in the cold. As my weary eyes followed the cat, it gently crept over a wall and was hidden out of view. Beside the wall however, I could see a silhouette of a man who was standing there. He was a tall ragged person standing there with a walking stick in his hand. I hadn't noticed him before. My vision, though blurred by sleepiness, could clearly see that the man was watching me intently. He stood there as though motionless looking in my direction. I was petrified and could not help but stare back. After a while, I could faintly see him toothing a ghastly smile. I moved away from the window and hid behind the curtains, peeking every now and then to see if he was still there. He hadn't budged an inch. He kept looking at me as though he longed for something. Scared by the haunting presence of the creepy man, I slithered into my blankets and lay there....
