Story a day: 1.7.16

Ugh I have nothing today. Almost forgot this. But that’s exactly why I started doing it and think it’s important. Time for a pile of poop.

The bunny men attacked at dawn. Not bunny men as in men dressed as bunnies. Bunny men as in bunnies walking, talking and shooting up the streets like men.

We dug holes. It seemed the only place they wouldn’t go. The houses, the highways, the sky scrapers – all overrun with bunny men. But underground we were safe. Bunnies became men and men became moles.


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