Bunny Snowball Novels & Stories

The creature tilted its head, lips peeling away from bloody teeth in something that looked like a smile. “Run…” it rasped—voice broken, guttural, barely human. The sound of it slithered down her spine like ice water. Then the last word hissed out, sharp and deliberate— “…Bambiiii, run.” It took a second for her world to turn dark.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

It lasted only a second before he turned away. “Elena! You like bunna?” Milka asked. “He’s cute, huh?” I offered her a smile. “So coot,” she sighed happily. “Dadda, my have a bunna?” Conor looked at Chloe, who grinned and sat back as if to say, “She asked you, not me.” “I’m not sure, baby. Let’s see when we get home, okay?” “My ask Santa for a bunna.” “Santa doesn’t bring bunnies,” Aiden said, leaning back on his hands. “They’d get cold in the yard. He gives moms and dads tickets to buy bunnies in the summer.”

She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."

Watching them depart, Samuel breathed a sigh of relief. On the cable car going down the mountain, Hilda was holding her two dogs. Since Nathan was not home and Luna had to go to school, Hilda had picked up Snowball, who went up the mountain with her and Bubbles. Bubbles was afraid of the cold, so it was dressed in a thick coat, it's large body curled up and shivering in Connie's arms. Meanwhile, Snowball was not afraid of the cold at all and excitedly ran around 'naked' with its tongue out.

My team and I retaliated with gusto, our snowballs flying in a determined counter-attack. In the heat of the battle, a playful idea sparked in my mind. I scooped up a handful of snow, packing it tightly into a perfect sphere. My target? Jacob, who was currently launching a snowball towards one of my teammates. I took a deep breath, aimed, and let the snowball fly. It sailed through the air, a white comet headed straight for him. Just as he turned around, my snowball found its mark, landing squarely on his chest.

I nodded my head, three of us went near our favorite cotton candy stall we had our favorite flavors cotton candy, later went near a claw machine, bunny is expert in this I asked her to get a rabbit, she caught it so easily like a pro, sals asked to get her a doraemon, she gave it to sals finally she got a baby girl toy, I asked "why this?" bunny blushed and said "I'm feeling like having kids now" I said "ohh, so soon I might become godmother" bunny chuckled and replied "if god helps"

"It sounds poetic." Annie crouched down and scooped up a handful of fresh snow that had gathered near the garden shrubs. She studied it for a moment, clearly fascinated by the texture, before beginning to shape it in her hands. "Can I make a snowball?" she asked, as if requesting permission to do something mischievous. "Of course you can," I said, laughing at her excitement. She started shaping the snow into a small ball, focused like a child working on an important project. When she finished, she looked up at me with a wicked little grin, one that immediately warned me of her intentions.

A bubble began to form. “It’s probably the sun warming up the gas inside. We should probably get back,” I said. I don’t consider myself an expert in these matters, but it seemed a plausible explanation. We all stepped back as the bubble grew bigger and bigger. It reached beachball proportions and then it popped, and a rabbit jumped out. It looked like the rabbits we hunted, except for one thing: the long horn growing out of the centre of its head. “Fooking hell,” said Flossie. “It’s a bunny unicorn!”