This is the beginning of a very short story i wrote about a year ago. Whenever i come upon it i want to make something more of it. Well, now is the time. i'm hoping to see what i can change. i've never really had anyone help me out before so i don't know exactly all of the things i need to work on.As i said, this is a very short story, if you'd like me to email it to you or send you a link to it let me know, i'd be very happy to get your input.
Untitled Short Story:
Clapping hands shower the performers standing on top of the
stage and they bowed and bowed and bowed and bowed. They wave and run
behind the curtain hanging behind them. Seconds after they
disappear behind the curtain they run out back onto the stage
and jump off into the crowd in a frenzy. Out from behind the
curtain comes running after them a little rabbit. This is the
rabbit that the magician has used ever since anyone could
remember. Everyone who had worked for this certain magician had
learned or been taught to fear this rabbit. Most didn't know
why they were supposed to fear it but the way the others told
them to never touch it or look it in the eye instilled the sort
of fear that most people will not test.
Stevilo was the sort of man to question this fear. He'd been...
[This message has been edited by flipjargendy (edited August 26, 2006).]