Fluffel the Death Rabbit

Fluffel the Death Rabbit is my stuffed animal. He eats people who are mean to rabbits and don't like rabbits. He almost ate my brother because he doesn't like Fluffel the Death Rabbit. He ate my neighbor, Liam, because Liam doesn't like rabbits.

Fluffel the Death Rabbit eats carrots only if they're normal. He doesn't like not-normal carrots, especially vegetable carrots. Actually, he only likes candy carrots. You can get candy carrots at the store. I don't remember which store, but I think it's called the Bunny Candy Store. If you have a pet rabbit, candy carrots are free, but if you don't have a pet rabbit, it's $102 for candy carrots.

Death Rabbits run really fast. Sometimes they dress up like humans and they'll go to people's houses and ask if they like rabbits. If they say no, they jump out and scream at the people, then eat them. If they say they do like rabbits, Death Rabbits say, "Okay, I got to go back home," then they take off their human clothes and leave.

Death Rabbits live in grass. They like green grass and they hate all other colors of grass. And they can swim. Alligators and sharks sometimes eat real rabbits, but Death Rabbits can eat alligators and sharks. They also drink while they swim, because it's easier.

Fluffel the Death Rabbit lives in flowers. Real flowers. Not fake flowers. He likes to eat fake flowers. And Fluffel has superpowers so he can save the other Death Rabbits. Lasers come out of his eyes and he spits out poisonous carrots which he feeds to people who don't like rabbits. And he can fly. And controls wind, water, hot lava, and fire. And he controls zombies who live in graves. And he can make people evil and enslave them.

But Fluffel likes me, so I sleep without a nightlight. Because he eats people who sleep with nightlights on.

If you scratch Fluffel's belly, he'll like you. Which is why I like scratching his belly.

He eats houses sometimes because he has a big mouth.

The end.

Medusa and Her Cat

*Unlike my niece's effort, Monsty Eye, my nephew did physically write this one himself. In fact, other than some references to stories I told to him (and a short film I showed him), I had zero influence in the writing of this . That stated, it has been edited for spelling and grammar and I did pick the title. Fear not however, for his mother can enjoy the original handwritten version whenever she wants... as long as she doesn't lose the notebook it is written in, of course.

-JeffScape

It is a dark night and a little girl named Kaitlin, and her big sister Maredeth, were walking home from school because they missed the bus. So they walked home all by themselves. But then there were two paths.

So Kaitlin said, "Let's go left."

Then Maredith said, "No, we go right."

Then they started to fight over which way to go. Then it got past midnight and they were both very hungry and so tired. Then they fell asleep. When Kaitlin woke up, Maredith was reading a book.

Then Kaitlin said, "Hey, Sister, what are you reading?"

Then Maredith said, "We've got to get out of here!"

"Why?" asked Kaitlin.

"This place is haunted!"

"No, it's not," said Kaitlin.

"Oh, you're right. I'm just crazy. Let's continue our journey."

Then it got dark and they fell asleep. When Kaitlin woke up, Maredith was missing a leg and was bleeding really bad, so Kaitlin woke Maredith up. Then Maredith was screaming.

"What's wrong?" Kaitlin asked.

"Look out, Kaitlin!" screamed Maredith.

Then Kaitlin turned around. "What's going on?"

"See?" asked Maredith. "I told you this placed was haunted."

When they fell asleep, Kaitlin woke from a scream. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I saw something eating your arm," replied Maredith.

When Kaitlin looked at her arm she started screaming. "Maredith! What was eating my arm?"

"It was a cat with arms!" Maredith answered. "I'll be a lookout tonight."

But when Kaitlin woke up, Maredith was gone. But that wasn't all. Her feet were gone. Kaitlin started crying. Then she saw something move. Then something walked up to her with snake hair and the last thing Kaitlin saw was Maredith inside of stone.

Monsty Eye

*This is the story my niece told to me a while back. It originally appeared at my site, Irreverent Irrelevance, on May 11 of 2010. I assure you, the words and story are completely hers (with some editing for grammar) though she did not physically write it herself. That's the next step.

And in case you're wondering why I'm appearing here, well, it's not exactly advisable to allow a little girl free reign on a blog now, is it?

-JeffScape

This is a story about Monsty Eye. He eats people who have bad dogs. Yesterday, he found somebody with a bad dog, so he took him to his lab. Oh, yeah, Monsty Eye has a lab full of other kinds of monsters, like the Sock Zombie and the Daylight Vampire. The Sock Zombie eats children who wear socks to bed and the Daylight Vampire eats children who sleep with nightlights on. The Daylight Vampire actually came to my house last night, but my uncle bribed him to go eat some other kids by giving him some candy. That's why there were candy wrappers on the kitchen floor this morning.

Anyway, Monsty Eye likes to eat people who have bad dogs. My neighbors have a bad dog. His name name is Lenny and he's a weener dog. I don't know how to spell weener, but my brother might. He's too busy playing Nintendo Wii though. And he peed on the toilet seat this morning. The neighbor girl doesn't take baths, so Monsty Eye ate her last night, I think. She stinks. I hope he ate her. Maybe that will teach her to clean herself.

Then Monsty Eye ate Cameron, who my uncle has never met, but I told him that Cameron has a bad dog. Cameron is my friend, but he should be eaten by now, so I guess I won't be playing with him anymore.

Then Monsty Eye ate Logan, my brother, but he left me alone. Logan doesn't have dogs, but my uncle's dog Jasper (he's a German Shepherd) barked at Logan because Logan is bad. So Monsty Eye ate Logan, because he also likes to eat bad people who dogs don't like.

Monsty Eye is a monster eyeball. I forgot to tell you that. But that's how Monsty Eye got his name.

Then Monsty Eye ate Colin, my cousin, because Colin is a brat and monster eyeballs don't like brats, either.

The next day the monster eyeball was full so he went back home to his lab and never came back again.

The End.

Whoops...

A little while ago I posted a story that I transcribed for my niece, who is all of 6 years old. She's in a monster phase (and is completely unafraid, mind you) and told me the story of a monstrous eyeball. If you're interested, you can read it here: Monsty Eye.

Anyway, upon finding out that his little sister had a story floating around the Internet, my nephew took it upon himself to write his own monster tale. That led to my niece's desire to tell even more stories, which led to my nephew's desire to write more himself. So, since one thing leads to another, I discussed their new-found hobby with their mother and created this blog as a home for their storytelling (and, hopefully, physical writing).

I mean, why not? I can think of worse hobbies for little kids...