Welcome to Bunny Dreadfullz. The name is a little nod to the old Penny Dreadfuls—those wonderfully lurid little publications filled with strange stories, dark happenings, mystery, and things that weren't always meant to be respectable. This is where I gather the things that refuse to fit neatly anywhere else. You'll find peculiar prose, curious creatures, strange little stories, quiet wanderings, noticings, stories about people and places, things that are difficult to look at, things that make me wonder, and things that simply refuse to be ordinary. Some are playful. Some are whimsical. Some are deeply human. Some are gritty, strange, dark, or uncomfortable. A few wander beneath the moonlight clothed in black velvet. All of them belong here. They are gathered slowly, with curiosity, imagination, a fondness for the odd, and a habit of noticing the little corners most people hurry past. No corporate permission slips. No sanitized boxes. Officially influencing absolutely no one.