Inspiration has struck... Possibly, maybe...

[Luna]

 

Wow.  Beautifully done.

[LMNO]

   The white rabbit was frightened and angry. He was frightened of the little girl named Alice and angry at the man named Lewis Carroll. He knew he should have left early, but his maid was late so it couldn't have been helped. The most unfortunate part was, even if the maid hadn't been late, he still would've been late anyways because that's how the story went. This is why he was angry at Lewis Carroll, because the white rabbit was unable to change the story. It was all Carroll's fault that this cycle kept repeating itself. It was also Carroll's fault that Alice was such a... strange girl. The Alice you all know of is very much different from this Alice. This Alice, has a very sadistic nature, which is quite disturbing considering she is still a child. She runs around in a blue dress, like the Alice you know of, but her apron is stained with blood, as are her scissors and her other tools of torture. The scissors are her favorite though. Now, back to the story. The white rabbit saw Alice on the hill, and began to sprint as he did not want to be caught by her.  As soon as she saw him run past she immediately sprang to her feet and was right at his heels. Alice had her crazed look upon her face, as she normally did, and the white rabbit dove for the hole.

   As they both tumbled down the hole, the rabbit had a slight advantage. He knew where all the secret doors were, as Alice did not. For every time the story repeated itself, everyone forgot what had previously happened or that it just repeats itself. Everyone, except the white rabbit. As he landed well before her, he ran for the small door. He knew he would fit, she wouldn't and it always took her a while to figure out how to get through. The white rabbit also didn't have to worry about her getting through the other doors, as they were always locked,and they didn't actually go anywhere, they're just decoration. As he closed the door Alice charged and slid, hit the door and began to scream and pound on the door for him to get back in there. He of course wasted no time in getting as far away as possible. He wanted to be rid of that horribly nasty child, but Carroll wouldn't let him.

   The White rabbit finally made it to the Queen's castle and apologized for being late. He knew it wouldn't be long before Alice arrived, so he prepared himself, once again, for his horrible demise that would end the story, and then wake up the next morning in his bed. He had considered what would happen if he had just stayed in bed, in fact her had tried it once, but only once. When he had done that, his body began to move of its own accord. He was unwillingly doing things, and had been killed most brutally. More horrendous than usual actually. He knew that it was all Carroll's doing, for Carroll wanted the story to happen, and made sure that the white rabbit got that message loud and clear.

   A few hours later and Alice finally showed up, seething with rage, determination, and with all her sadistic ways. The Queen held a trial, accusing Alice of all the murders that had happened. The Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and everyone else who had barely escaped Alice's wrath, testified against her. Alice was to be deported and forever banned from Wonderland. And she agreed, only if she could have the white rabbit. The Queen, trying to keep what was left of her people alive, agreed. So, the white rabbit was pushed forward to meet his doom. He was used to this by now, so he an apathetic face. Alice was confused by his lack of caring, but began to attack him. His consciousness slowly faded, but he swore he could hear her saying "You're not like how you usually are." This was something new for him to hear, and he greatly questioned if she could  remember the previous times as well as he.

   Ignorance isn't always bliss.
THE END.

This is my favorite so far... Incredibly vivid.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I can't pick just one, but I agree with LMNO the White Rabbit one draws me.  I think because I was already down the rabbit hole.  Not sure.  TGG you have an amazing talent!

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   She was stuck in her prison of a mind. Alice hated yet liked the white rabbit. She hated him because he was free to do as he pleased as long as it went somewhat along with the story. She envied him because of how much freedom he had been given by Lewis Carroll, yet the white rabbit was so oblivious that he did not know of this luxury. She liked him though, probably because she got to vent her anger on him time after time. In a way, it was like sibling rivalry. Carroll favored the white rabbit over Alice, which infuriated her because she had an inferiority complex.

   As mentioned before, the white rabbit had a considerable amount of freedom. He could control his actions, whereas  Alice, could not. Her actions were reactions of emotions that she was forced to feel. She was disgusted, practically constantly retching, from the actions she was forced to do. Alice was merely a mirror of Carroll's own personality. She reflected what he hid from the world, in this horrible story. The one thing the white rabbit and Alice definitely had in common was their hate for Lewis Carroll.

   At dusk, I will think of you.
THE END.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   He secretly enjoyed this version of the story. In his own creepy way, he thought of them as his own children. He was obsessed with the white rabbit. He knew why he was, as it related to his past. He remembered the first time he saw a white rabbit, and how he had the urge to shower the pure whiteness with red blood. He always thought it would look even prettier if it was so. Lewis Carroll knew he had a twisted mind, but he liked it.

   Even the prettiest words can be the scariest.
THE END.

[Freeky]

   He secretly enjoyed this version of the story. In his own creepy way, he thought of them as his own children. He was obsessed with the white rabbit. He knew why he was, as it related to his past. He remembered the first time he saw a white rabbit, and how he had the urge to shower the pure whiteness with red blood. He always thought it would look even prettier if it was so. Lewis Carroll knew he had a twisted mind, but he liked it.

   Even the prettiest words can be the scariest.
THE END.

Do love it.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   Henry was on his way home from a party that was not far from his town. Henry, being the stereotypical dumb ass of a jock, had of course been drinking at said party. Being intoxicated from all the booze in his system, he had to get home, but no one else could drive him home, as they had to get their own drunken arses home. As he was in his dad's Mercedes, driving down a long stretch of road, a figure came out of nowhere into the street. With his now slowed reflexes, he stomped on the brakes, practically standing on them. Unfortunately, he was a little too late. You could tell by the loud thumping noises the body made as it was hit, and rolled up past the roof of the car. Henry stopped the car, got out and went to check and see if what he hit was alright. When he looked, it was a young woman, and she was not moving. Frightened out of his wits, Henry called his friend Sam. Now Sam is what you might call a nerd, but he and Henry had been friends since they were kids. When Henry told Sam what had happened, Sam said he'd drive over there.

   Sam arrived after a few minutes, in a car that looked like shit but ran like a dream. They stood there looking at the body for a few minutes before Sam said "What the hell was she doing out here anyways? There aren't any houses around for miles." And perhaps we'll never know, but they might.

   Gotta get out of cape cod tonight.
THE END.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

Hint: Italicised names are from previous stories. Try and see if you can get them right.

   As the morning light shined through the window, Sean turned over in bed and looked at the empty space beside him. He thought for a moment, exactly who he was supposed to be missing, but was unable to think straight because of his hang over. Sean unsteadily got up from his bed, with the room spinning, went to get some coffee. After a few moments, with the coffee steaming hot and in his mug, Sean tried to remember what happened last night...

   Sean's friend Larry had been pestering him for a week to go to this new place downtown. Sean wasn't feeling up to going there since his blue haired cousin Teresa, who had been working at a whore house there, recently died. But after being fed up with all the begging, Sean finally agreed. Sean and Larry borrowed their friend Trevor's Mustang and drove to the new place. It was a new club, again. Larry went to the dance floor to pick up more ladies. Sean, however, made a beeline to the bar. He sat down next to a lady who looked like a typical party girl. After a few drinks they began to talk. He learned that her name was Jane, and that she didn't care to party, but only did so because of her self-destructive nature. By the end of night, he was so drunk that he was starting to think that Jane and him were made for each other. Of course that was just the booze thinking (and talking), or was it? He can't remember what happened after he and Jane went back to his place, but he guessed at what happened.

   Sean went out on to the balcony and lit a cigarette, when he heard Jane, who was sitting on a chair on said balcony, asked, "Can I have a smoke too?" They both may have been incredibly drunk last night, but they just might have been made for each other.

   Let your heart wait and gleam, or just shank the nearest person in a crowd.
THE END.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   He walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited for the door to open. The doorman opened the grand looking door, and took Harold's hat, coat and cane. Harold was there not for the party, but to ruin the banquet, but nothing said he couldn't have some fun at the expense of others before he did. He saw his ex girlfriend, Casandra, with her current fiance. Casandra had always been known for being a black widow, but to most of the upper class her name was cheap and filthy. When Casandra saw Harold, her face went pale. She excused herself from the conversation and marched up to Harold. "What are you doing here Harold?" She hissed most bitterly. "Ruining this banquet. Why do you ask Black Widow Casandra?" Harold said with a sly grin on his face. Infuriated with such a nickname, Casandra stormed off to the ladies room in vain. Harold on the other hand, grabbed a glass of booze, and sat back and watched the party.

   In the ladies room, Casandra had become a whispering campaign. She thought she was alone in the room when she heard a voice from the corner say "Talk to the mirror, oh choke back tears. You keep telling yourself that you're a diva but I bet you can't even keep up with fashionistas these days." When she turned around it was Harold. "This is the ladies room Harold." "I don't see any ladies here Casandra." She left the ladies room and he followed.

   "Why are you doing this?" Casandra asked. "Because I was paid to do so." She glared at him. She knew that he had a clever mind, a sharp witted tongue, and that he was very cruel. And he had the pride of a lion. "I'm the new top agent and you can't stand it." Harold said after a few moments. "What makes you say that," Casandra asked. "Because you say so under your breath. You were always a mumbler, Casandra dear." He began to talk to others at this party, while Casandra stared and thought to herself, "He's reading lips. When did he get so arrogantly confident?" Dinner was now announced and everyone was called to the long banquet table.

   Unlucky was what Casandra was feeling when she realized that she and Harold were seated next to each other. "So how exactly do you plan on ruining this banquet?" She inquired. After a few moments of pondering, Harold said, "Well, I suppose I might as well tell you. There's arsenic in the salt, the cigars are laced with nitroglycerin, and I know that it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up, I've never been so surreptitious so of course you were distracted when I spiked the punch." Casandra's eyes got wide, Harold chuckled to himself, and let's just say, that evening did not end very well.

   Death likes to go to the disco too.
THE END.

[Phox]

These are excellent, TGG. Keep writing them, please.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   He couldn't let it end like this. He still loved his wife, Regina. Ben just wanted her to stay by his side, but it was too late. Regina already had an affair, and had already started the divorce process. She was planning to marry her lover when the divorce was over. Ben didn't know how or when it went all wrong. He sat in front of the grand fireplace drinking a cup of coffee, with the lights off. He remembered the day they were married. They were young, about early twenties. How radiant Regina had looked in her wedding dress. His memories then flickered to when they had their only child, Harold. They were poor, and Ben worked long hours for little pay, but it was enough to keep them afloat. His memories flickered again, like an old projector, to his memories of when they had come into real money, and moved into this house which he was sitting in now. Harold was in 5th grade, Regina still looked radiant. But perhaps this wasn't for the best. Harold had become horribly cynical when he met a girl named Casandra in high school, Regina had started her affair that would last for about 5 years. It seemed as if Ben was the only one who hadn't been changed by the money.

   While he was still feeling melancholy, Regina came in to the room. Ben only moved his head to look up. She said "The divorce case was dropped." Regina glared at him, thinking it was his fault. Ben, finally growing weary of Regina's selfishness and bitchy attitude, said coldly, "Well, not my problem. With the way you act now I actually feel sorry that the case didn't go through. Because you know what? You're one horrible bitch." Regina looked shocked. Shocked that the man she married to for 26 years, whom she thought had doted on her every whim, had finally grown a backbone. What she hadn't realized was that his backbone was always there. She finally remembered what she had gone in the room to do in the first place. Regina took out the butcher knife, Ben merely looked at it, and didn't even flinch. She raised the knife high overhead, gripping it with two hands, then swiftly moved it in for the kill.

   After Ben's funeral, there was the hearing of the will. Only Harold, his son, Regina, now a widow, and Igor, Regina's lover, were to attend. The family lawyer, Mr. Stratford came into the room with Ben's will in hand. He opened the will and began reading it.

"If this has been opened, then it obviously means I am dead. Luckily, I updated it recently. To keep this short and to the point, Harold, I give you everything that I own, and all my money. Use it as you see fit my cynical child. Regina, you gain nothing. Instead I think I shall tell the truth here. I knew of your plans to kill me if the case failed to go through. So Igor, I warn you. She's one horrible bitch of a woman, and she'll kill you if she sees a reason too."

   When it was finished being read, everyone was staring at Regina. They knew what she had done, and she would pay dearly for it.

Not good enough for truth and cliche.
   THE END.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   Walking down the nasty streets of The City, Angelica had just gotten back from her job and had stopped by old man Juris' place. She had known him almost all her life, listening to his stories of what The City was before the divide, where it became The Slum and The Copious. She'd visit Juris every now and then, but this time when she went to see him, she found out that he had died in his sleep. Hearing that practically tore a hole in her childhood memories. Angelica walked down Mulberry Street as it started to rain. She started to think about her childhood, and how she reached adolescence. She remembered the first time she had to kill someone to protect herself. It was one of the Cannibals whom were rumored to have retreated to the subways. It was quite a bloody battle. Neither her nor the cannibal had a gun, but they had knives and shards of glass. This happened when she was about thirteen or so, just happened to be down at the docks near midnight. She heard a rustling noise in the bushes, figured it was a dog or cat and let it be. Unfortunately, it was one of said Cannibals, and charged at her. Being frightened, she had chosen to run. Angelica had run into an abandoned factory, and then the bloody showdown began. She didn't quite remember how it happened, but she had won.

   Angelica had killed about twenty-five people in self-defense. In The Slum, people kill an average of 63.5 people in self-defense. She had, of course, killed one person intentionally. It was one of her boyfriends who wouldn't stop abusing her. She had tried leaving him, but he'd always do things force her to go back to him. She had killed him, but hadn't realized what she'd done until it was moments later. Angelica vaguely remembered that he had had a sister named Victoria, or Valerie, or something along those lines. Then Angelica turned down a dark and filthy alley way.

   A shadowy figure jumped from behind a dumpster. It was a young lady, whom Angelica remembered. She said, "You're Trevor's sister right? Victoria? Valerie?" The girl moved up quickly with a glinting blade and stabbed Angelica repeatedly in the abdomen. "My name is Olivia, you murdering bitch." Angelica slowly fell to the ground, her eyes becoming glossy and listless. Olivia flung her blade to the ground and it landed next to Angelica. Olivia made her way down the street, only to be shanked by a mugger. Angelica's heart stopped beating.

   Three cheers for sweet revenge.
THE END.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Damn TGG, this stuff is amazing!!!

[ThatGreenGentleman]

   He didn't like to talk about his mother, especially in front of his father. His opinion of his own mother was that she was a heartless bitch for abandoning them when he and his brother were young. She didn't work or have a job, so it was easy for her to leave. The only reason she gave was "I'm sick of working like a slave." But in reality, all she did was put on perfume and go to the bars instead of taking her two sons to the park or library. Their dad, on the other hand, worked two extra shifts because his wife spent most of the money on drinking and gambling. To their father, it was a blessing she left. John resented his mother, because when she left his older brother Sean, began to smoke and dropped out of school to help their dad with work. John, however, would use his voice to make money.

  Many years later, when John was in his twenties, he got a call from Sean, saying that he found their mother. All John could say was, "Well, if you see mother, tell her I can sing." And hung up the phone. He stepped away from the pay phone, and went in through the back door, climbed a short flight of stairs, and made his way on to the stage with the rest of the band. The crowd was vast and screaming in excitement. John grabbed the microphone and began to sing. The boys she left are men she didn't raise.

  A withered past and a blurry future.
THE END.