The bunny whirled through the party
with a machette and a glock.
She had gotten the call.
Her mission was destroy all humans.
She was an artful dodger
an ex-prostitute,
The man behind the call had made her a slayer.
The bunny didn't know or care why.
all she knew was that if she walked out of this,
He would meet with her.
Thats all she cared about.
Everything else was in the way.
She was beautiful,like something from heaven,
blood everywhere,
and a pretty bunny running home to daddy,
In a stolen car
Gotta love the bunnies.
Its part of the ride.
The bunny knows.
pretty,pretty bunny on the run.
Do you think she'll make it?
A contest entry
- fuckin' muse by adsaige.
600 points, ended November 20, 2008, 6 entries
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okay, this was something, i don't know what but it was something, i still enjoyed the hell outta it, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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