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This is a story I wrote for English Class last year. I just suddenly had an urge to share it with the world. XD Enjoy! It's not long...but I warn you it's rather scary...

Disclaimer: I will not be held responsible for anyone whose brain rots while reading this story-Thank you

Attack of the Evil Pink Bunnies
Inspired by her insane mind
Chapter 1-Superintelligent bunnies?

There have been many wars, but none compare to what I’m about to tell you. I was only 12 years old at the time, but the images still haunt my thoughts. The thunderstorm attacked with fierce longevity; a sign of the approaching doom. An abnormally cold rain fell heavily upon every traveler. Normally I enjoyed the rain, but something about this day made me sorrowful. I couldn’t understand what it was until a piercing bolt of lightning sounded across the valley. My mother stopped dead in her tracks and stared. At first I couldn’t see what she was looking at, then my vision cleared and I saw, "them".
Horrendous creatures came bearing down a hill and towards our city. They all held something in their hands. I couldn’t quite tell what they were holding, but they seemed similar to the shape of swords. Another lightning bolt crashed and I caught a glimpse of their forms. I rubbed my eyes. Unfortunately I wasn’t dreaming. For a second I laughed then I was stricken by fear. There, right before my eyes, I saw over a thousand pink rabbits rushing towards us. What I had seen before were not swords, but giant carrots. I stood in astonishment. My mother grabbed my hand and yelled, “run to the bunker!”
“What? Since when do we have a bunker for rabbit attacks!”
“Since a few months ago.”
“Um…what?”
“Just run!”

Chapter 2-Next time don’t make them so smart
We ran full speed until we reached a large building made of solid steel. My mother dialed a code on her watch, and two giant doors swung open. Inside was a highly sophisticated, technological base.
“Mom…
“I’ll explain later,” she rushed to a desk and picked up a microphone. “Attention everyone. The bunnies have started their attack, I repeat the bunnies have started their attack. Contact the following allies: the horses, the donkeys…”
“Horses and donkeys!?”
“They eat carrots,” then she continued, “and the goats.”
“Goats?!”
“Goats eat everything.”
I stared at her blankly for a moment then I asked, “so…what’s the deal with these rabbits?”
“E.P.B. Evil Pink Bunnies, or Espionage Prototype Bunnies. We were trying to create animals for spy missions. The horses, donkeys, and goats where created after the bunnies went insane.”
“We are under attack by evil, pink bunnies?”
“Yes.”
“And they talk?”
“Yup.”
“Ok…”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Of course I do. It’s not like its uncommon for EVIL RABBITS TO START RAMPAGING AROUND THE WORLD!”
“Oh dear here it comes…”
“Don’t you people plan these things better!? Aren’t you supposed to be some sort of super smart scientists?!…wow I used a lost of “s” words.”
“Are you done?”
“Yes...I forgot what I was talking about.”
“I knew your short attention span would be helpful one day.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
My question was ignored as she handed me a small gun (unfortunately it only hurt rabbits. Not that I had any other plans for it…). Several other people received similar guns. Soon the “horses” arrived and allowed us to ride them. I found that they were quite sensible and didn’t mind helping at all. The donkeys and goats, however, were a little more stubborn and only agreed to help when “eating” was mentioned (it was a carrot smorgasbord, of course they would help). We were all set into groups and sent out to battle to "E.P.B".
Chapter 3-The final battle
The groups filed out and soon we were face to face with our foe. The E.P.Bs sharpened their carrots then faced towards us.
“Let’s me make this war short!” my mother had taken command and was now giving orders to everyone (just like at home). Of all the past battles in the world, this was certainly the hairiest. Fur flew, carrots were eaten, and after a night of coughing up hairballs the battle was finally over. A clean up crew was called and the “rubble of rabbits” was taken away and buried.
Now that I think about it, it really wasn’t that horrible. In a way it was a lot of fun. I do wonder what my mother meant by me having a short attention span. I wonder what’s for dinner today…