Wow, look at this thing I found at my grandparents’ place.
Once upon a time, as I was just learning how to read and write, I wanted to create my opus.
"The Flieg Bune"
Or, y’know… “The Flying Bunny” in English. Spoiler: It’s about a flying bunny. Sort of.
See, I was even genius enough to add in a title page. JUST LIKE REAL STORYBOOKS.
One time, a bunny went away from home.
Well, more like he flew away, but I digress. Here we are, thrown right into the plot. Why does he decide to run away and to space of all places? Heck, where did he get the jet pack and helmet? Never explained.
He was sucked up in a spaceship.
Aliens exist and space is only a little chilly is all.
He was kind.
Now this was more like a note to myself because aliens were like… the absolute worst to me. Ghosts and monsters? Yeah, they were cool. Aliens though? Utterly terrifying.
"It doesn’t hurt." said the alien
SWEET MOTHER OF-
WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO HIM. WHY. NO. WHAT.
He jumped out.
Horrified by what he’s become, our hero decides to jump out the airlock.
He was back home with his family.
Greeted by the horrified screams of his mother and sister.
Wow… that sure was a thing I wrote.
I just remembered this thing and now I’m wondering why I should ever even bother writing anything ever again when I have already created this.