Plots Rabbits

Dear me

Tuesday

Dear me, the noises, they don't bother me... But the feeling. I won't finish this work. No I won't. This makes me cry. I can't left this master piece unfinished!

Wednesday 

Dear me, the noises, I know where they come from... Rabbits, I saw them! They're all fluffy and cute! I like them, and I believe they like me too. It's as if we know eachother; it's that they look so familiar to me.

Monday

Dear me, We've been working well, They brung me ideas, and twisted the plot quite interestingly. I like them.

Wednesday

Dear me, the noises, they changed; and the feeling too. I know what they want, the rabbits. I know they want my work. No matter what I do, they'll find it. They don't want me to finish my story; they want me to write another one. But I can't. I must finish my master piece... No matter what.

Thursday 

Dear me, they've eaten my work. They're angry.

Friday 

Dear me, I've called Samuel. He didn't helped. He came and pretended, there was nothing. I am alone in this fight.

Sunday

Dear me, I was supposed to rest for a bit today... But the rabbits. They've been messing up. I can't sleep. They talked to me. I know now, from where I know them. One told me its name... Rougly. ROUGLY! That was the cartoon dog I made up when I was ten!

Monday

Dear me, I went in the celling. I took my note book... It was empty. What the hell?

Friday

Dear me, I got it. This morning, as I was drinking my coffee, Rougly came to me. He  said, that I couldn't let them uncredited. I couldn't let them rott in my note book. They all wanted a life of their own. My own ideas turning against me. How is that? I'm going to die, and I won't finish my book... Because of all the books I haven't had the time to write... Why? Why be so cruel with me, world?

Thursday

Dear me, I got it. That is my master piece. This is it. I got it. I won't fight anymore.

Friday

Dear me, I tried to set aside the ghosts clothing story, to please my rabbits... But last night, a ghost in vuitton, wearing high heels, came to me. It didn't wanted his story to be cancelled. What's worst, or better? Angry rabbits or needy classy ghosts? Tell me, dear me... 

Saturday

Dear me, I woke up this morning, the rabbits where sleeping. I went in my office, sat at my desk and began to write. This will be a good story. A great one, even.