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Bunny Hop
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I think I’ve been living under a rock for too long. Nobody recognizes me anymore.
Last week, the bunnies struck again. One of them started stomping on the face of an old woman while screaming random passages from Revelations. In a separate part of town, they started a drunken fight in the middle of the street and accidentally sliced the throat open of one of their own.
They’re everywhere, the bunnies. They’re an infestation. They hide their faces under masks, so they can do anything. Then they do anything. They do the most blood curdling blood sports of which any human being would not be capable. I wonder if these are human beings.
I see the bunnies everywhere. They walk down streets. They see other members, and sometimes they attack. That’s just their nature, I suppose. They kill and eat their young. I saw one of them carving up some guy with a switchblade and yelling obscenities I had never heard before. I raised my gun, I shouted at him, and he wouldn’t stop, so I shot him. He was 17 years old. Apparently the other guy was his father. I’ve living under a rock for too long, something putrid was growing on the outside.
They ride down the streets with purpose and intent. They rape and murder women and men alike. They carry weapons like they’re weapons. They shoot to kill, and maybe they forget when they take these masks off, but they leave the rest of us with their memories.
I saw a bunny beating a woman to death with his fists. That phrase has lost all shock for me. I knocked him over and pulled off his mask. He was my best friend from high school, but he didn’t recognize me at all.
The mask wasn’t helping him, he was a stranger anyway.
Last week, the bunnies struck again. One of them started stomping on the face of an old woman while screaming random passages from Revelations. In a separate part of town, they started a drunken fight in the middle of the street and accidentally sliced the throat open of one of their own.
They’re everywhere, the bunnies. They’re an infestation. They hide their faces under masks, so they can do anything. Then they do anything. They do the most blood curdling blood sports of which any human being would not be capable. I wonder if these are human beings.
I see the bunnies everywhere. They walk down streets. They see other members, and sometimes they attack. That’s just their nature, I suppose. They kill and eat their young. I saw one of them carving up some guy with a switchblade and yelling obscenities I had never heard before. I raised my gun, I shouted at him, and he wouldn’t stop, so I shot him. He was 17 years old. Apparently the other guy was his father. I’ve living under a rock for too long, something putrid was growing on the outside.
They ride down the streets with purpose and intent. They rape and murder women and men alike. They carry weapons like they’re weapons. They shoot to kill, and maybe they forget when they take these masks off, but they leave the rest of us with their memories.
I saw a bunny beating a woman to death with his fists. That phrase has lost all shock for me. I knocked him over and pulled off his mask. He was my best friend from high school, but he didn’t recognize me at all.
The mask wasn’t helping him, he was a stranger anyway.
I saw some pictures of terrifying Easter bunnies that have been doing the internet thing lately, and this kinda came to mind.
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I really like the concept behind this piece, and it's a interesting take on the inspiration material - a mix of "animalistic" violence with an exploration of gangland culture and what it is to be human.
However, I personally feel that you could expand this even further as it feels rather brief. Format-wise, the short sentences create a swift and snappy structure, which arguably fits the brutal scenery portrayed, but yet, it still feels like it's over too soon. It's undoubtedly very descriptive with some striking imagery, but this could work a larger, more plot-driven story, rather than as the more "conceptual" piece I see it as being here.
Overall, an interesting read, which I would really like to see developed further.
I really like the concept behind this piece, and it's a interesting take on the inspiration material - a mix of "animalistic" violence with an exploration of gangland culture and what it is to be human.
However, I personally feel that you could expand this even further as it feels rather brief. Format-wise, the short sentences create a swift and snappy structure, which arguably fits the brutal scenery portrayed, but yet, it still feels like it's over too soon. It's undoubtedly very descriptive with some striking imagery, but this could work a larger, more plot-driven story, rather than as the more "conceptual" piece I see it as being here.
Overall, an interesting read, which I would really like to see developed further.