Lola Bunny
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Lola Bunny
Story teller. Author. Illustrator. Multi-Disciplinary performance artist.
Ushering a new age of New-e-rotica or Neurotica.
Welcome to the age of DONE!
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"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The camera enters the cabin through the window, a conversation is taking place. The shot settles itself right in the middle of the action with a 365° panoramic year-view.
By Lola Bunny4 years ago in Fiction
Ghost human farm
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." There have been times where it was just the eyes that were flashing from behind the cabin. Red eyes. From deep inside the woods. A piercing gaze that had the entire magic forest in its grip. No one knew what it was. No one dared to approach to see wtf is going on. Until a day a hero is born.
By Lola Bunny4 years ago in Fiction
Of Robots and Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The old man's voice resonates in my headspace. Biking down the Louiza-lane, from the Bois de la Cambre towards the City centre. I shake my head to get his voice out and turn my gaze outside. All kinds of high end stores are shamelessly blinking their bling-blinging. Not a single person, walking the sidewalk, is underdressed. Every one looks razor-sharp, effortlessly high scoring the ‘Meh, look at me’-game. Even the street sex-workers, serving our diplomats and businessmen, look classy as fuck. I imagine the sex-workers here, work in chique service rooms offering a wide variety of phantasies, for a music sounding price of course. Nothing compared to the €44 stuff you get near the train station. An oddly intensifying sensation starts swelling up within me. As full of head my mind is, as relaxed is my body buzz. Like I’m a hot Spring cool wind blowing smoothly towards the City centre.
By Lola Bunny4 years ago in Fiction
Ones and zeros
“The only requirement is that you must include a heart-shaped locket,” read the baseline of the writing contest. Ran stopped scrolling. Somehow this flyer had gotten into his feed. Then it flew away. He halted because it was such a strange word: ‘heart’. “What’s a HEART?” he asked himself, shouting out loud.
By Lola Bunny5 years ago in Fiction
