Magical Mischief in a Bottomless Pit of Doom

Once upon a very fucking long time there was a magical unicorn that had an addiction to confuddling powder. He no longer cared about the black shiny powder spattered on his nose nor the blood shot eyes. His parents thought of him as a disgrace and his friends were no longer his friends. It's not that they don't like confuddling powder it's just due to the strange things it can make you do. Yet, you never remember any of it. Sadly, I've experienced the stereotypical teenage unicorn drug. The blasted pixies spiked my drink. Gave me enough to confuddle an elephant. I lost a few weeks.

His name, well nobody ever used his anymore. The unicorns preferred to call him obscenely naughty words reeking of magical mischief. Magical mischief was another teen fad that 60% of the school participated in. Nobody can ever define magical mischief, or the uni mafia will personally take you out. This act must remain unknown, if anybody were to define it. Well, lets just say the definition would make you bleed out your ears.

As you may remember me saying earlier, strange events take place involved with people on the mysterious drug. When on confuddling powder it is said that if you dare try magical mischief, you will never return from the state of confuddlement. NEVER! The outcast unicorn was foolish enough to participate in an act of magical mischief and he is now having stimulating conversations with a potato. Tatatery the god of potatoes sent the unicorn to a bottomless pit filled with potatoes of death and despair. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.

The Flickering Flame of a Candle

My mind was a mirror, my thoughts bouncing back at me in a different way. Unicorns, they're mythical, aren't they? Then why have there been reported viewings of unicorns lately. It seems, nowadays, everything is real. You know the tooth fairy? Well, apparently, she's real as well. This is what happens when you have a bunch of people who like to believe anything. You know how there are people who believe in ghosts? Well, imagine if that number multiplied and kept multiplying. Ghosts would be real because of the majority of people who believe.

That's what it is like for unicorns. There are so many that believe in their existence, so they must be real. Sure, sure, if they say so. I don't believe. Well, I hadn’t, until this morning.

This morning is what changed my whole perspective on everything. Everything has changed so much. The world seems to be on a different axis than it was yesterday. The sky is green and the grass is blue. The sun is silver and the moon is gold.

There had been warnings about a wild band of unicorns on the Elotti Trail leading to Clesticonia Creek near Mount Trachiiead. The trail was surrounded by tall pine trees towering over one's head. If I were small I'd believe that if I climbed one of the pines I'd be able to touch the sky. I wasn't small, so I didn't believe. If I had been small this very day I would have been eager to walk this trail, for a chance to meet a unicorn. I had believed in fairytales and mythical creatures. Then, my parents died, my parents who loved my creativeness, and encouraged my imaginative thoughts. It took my foster parents such a long to break me of my fantasies and imaginative worlds. I was a kid, and they didn't like it. So they stripped everything away, they took me to some doctor who diagnosed me with a billion disorders.

I became bitter. My eyes were darkened, my hair grey. I hated everyone, I hated everything, I hated the world. My warm kind hearted friends stepped away from me too quickly for me to notice. I didn't want them; I felt as if I didn't need anybody. My foster parents locked me up in my room anyway. I had a journal, yet I didn't write about happy meadows and unicorns frolicking down the green fertile meadows. I wrote about darkness. A candle light flickering, yet I would never get to it. I was trapped, forever, or so it seemed.

My foster parents convinced everyone that we were a great family. Their biological kids didn't have a hard time lying about the child locked up in the attic. After I left, I published a story about them in the New York Times. A few days later their house burned to a crisp. I wrote about that too.

I had a talent. That was writing. People seemed to devour the events I wrote about. I guess I was given gift. If my parents had not of died I would probably be a famous fantasy author. I did have a wild imagination.

Elotti trail, the trail that changed everything. The air was crisp and I felt at ease. A sense of calm came to me, and my eyes started to well. Tears, cold as ice, fell from my eyes. I couldn't stop them, the sensation was odd as well. Then, my eyes caught a glint in the moonlight. A pale gold horn pointed at my body. His eyes were coal, and his body was a brilliant white. I blinked, he was still there. I blinked again, and this time he was closer.

"Hi there." I smiled warmly for the first time in so many years. My face was sopping wet, and the unicorn nudged me gently. I stroked his silky mane, and cherished the moment with this beautiful creature. A unicorn. A fragment of my imagination, now standing here, before my eyes. A unicorn.

Rain poured from my eyes, "I never thought I'd reach the flickering flame of the candle."

The Lonely Unicorn

"Sammy! Please hurry," an exasperated voice pleaded. It was my mother she troted back to me and nudged me onward. I sighed... this was my worst nightmare. I'd been dreading this moment all summer. School was starting. I let out another snort.

"Quit that Sammy! You should be happy for a change in pace," She said, but I saw her shoot me a look that told me something different - she was worried about me.

Lately, I'd been spending a considerable amount of time alone, in the darkest part of the forest called the Dark Spot. I know the other unicorn teenagers aren't very creative when it comes to naming hangouts. It's all because of the confuddling powder they've been receiving in large quantities from the inner forest dwelling unicorns.. Well my mother is worried that I'm using the confuddling powder too, but I was actually there for a very different reason. Mindy. The hottest unicorn in the entire carrot grade! (That would translate to 12th grade). The only reason I hung out at the Dark Spot was to watch her, and quite possibly pluck up the courage to ask her to share my hay with me. Usually she shared her hay with Leopold the largest unicorn in carrot grade.

Last year at school I was bullied by Leopold and his gang; they jokingly call themselves the Uni Mafia, but the real Mafia is located in the big city not here in little po-dunk Rainforest Ridge. Mindy would sometimes laugh at me I think... I couldn't really tell because Leopold was shoving my head in a tree trunk.

Anyway you can see why I would dread this moment.. School starting, but my mother would never understand why I hated it so much.

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "Bye Sammy have a good day!" Then my mother cantered away. And I was caught up in the throng of unicorns heading out to their first lesson. As I stumbled backwards I caught a glimpse of Leopold and Mindy! Leopold sneered at me, "Heyyy Sammmm-meee. I saw your mom drop you off. That's real cute. Did you tell her you woved her too?"
I dropped my eyes to the ground. Mindy's musical laugh could be heard as she and Leopold walked by me, and Leopold stepped on my tail without me knowing it and I fell flat on my face!

"So much for playing it cool on the first day," I thought in dispair.

The Uni Mafia!

The midnight sky enveloped my mind with fear. It wasn't a good time to be walking around the city, even a foolish animal knew that. My house was about 20 blocks away, but if I took the shortcut down the alleyway the number of blocks I'd have to walk would be cut down to 10. And what do I do, I decide to take the shortcut.

My heartbeat could probably be heard by someone a mile away, I was so frantic that night. I looked over my shoulder to make sure there wasn't anybody following me, but then I heard the sound of a trot. Oh no I thought. They've found me. I started running as fast as I could, even when my lungs felt like they were going to burst, I didn't stop running.

I had almost reached home when a tinted black car approached me. I knew I couldn't keep up with it so I stopped. These cars have been following me ever since my friends and I had entered that abandoned factory on Iniquitous Lane. There were five of us including me. They found Julie in a dumpster today, and the other three are still missing. Knowing Heidi she's probably already dead. John and Leo might still be alive, but who really knows. All I know is that I'm next, *gulp*. We told them that we wouldn't say anything about the confuddling powder, but they didn't care.

Stupid confuddling powder!

Unicorn Kiss part 3

"Who are you?" Frella inquired. The giggling stopped and a short while later a rather small pixie the size of her thumb appeared before her eyes! "Oh!?" Frella said with a start she hadn't realized the pixie was even there until it had flicked her upon the nose. Then the pixie drew her attention to the waffle sized ruby. "Yes. Yes," she said to the pixie, "It's a very beautiful ruby." The pixie laughed then mimed something Frella didn't understand. The pixie drew in her arms and flew in a squating position, and then it dawned on Frella what this pixie was miming, and it also explained the wierd coating over the jewels she had picked up most recently. These little thumb sized pixies pooped jewels!

Last Night's Dream Part 1

Pale moonlight glittered in through the window of little Amy Lendakki's brick colored house. The house was quite small, but not too big, just right for a little girl like Amy. She knew how to do household chores to keep the house spick and span. Amy was short for a 15 year old, but nobody underestimated her. She had been emancipated a little earlier than most, but this was because she was so bright. Her auburn hair and crystal blue eyes made her who she was.

One night on a full moon Amy would have peculiar dreams, about beautiful horses with horns, called unicorns. She loved it when she had dreams like these, because it seemed much more fun to frolic with the beautiful horses than work at her smelly cubicle. Amy had a job that required a lot of brains, and someone who could type 120 words per a minute. Her days at work were dull and rather boring.

These wonderful dreams were like her escape, or her private oasis. Some nights she'd go with them to mountains made of candy, and somenights places so dark she couldn't make out anything. Amy hadn't known these unicorns could speak, and when they did it was the strangest dream she'd ever had.

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Her day at worked seemed particularly longer than most and she was looking forward to a nights sleep, where she'd visit the beautiful unicorns. Amy wondered why they acted as if they knew what she was saying, but yet they couldn't speak. It was my dream wasn't it? She thought. Why don't they speak? With a stifled yawn Amy pulled her covers up, letting the warmth take her to her dreamworld.

She opened her eyes to a vividly bright sky, and fertile meadows. There were traces of the unicorns, but there weren't any in sight. An icy chill went down Amy's back as, she searched the areas that were often crowded with unicorns. She was about to shut her eyes to wake in reality, but then she heard a neigh edged with pain. Amy's instincts sent her running straight toward the unicorn that was in horrible pain.

Panting with fear she looked around for it, and looked down on the ground. When she thought she would never find her, she spotted a lime green unicorn with a crystal pink horn. Amy instantly recognized the unicorn as Lya.

"Lya? What's wrong." Amy asked still panicky. She didn't expect an answer either.

"You've been put on the list," Lya coughed, and closed her eyes for a few seconds for she was covered in her blood.

"Lya! Don't give up on me!" Amy shouted, and went to get something to wrap the unicorns wound. Ginger leaves, Amy repeated in her head. Ginger leaves were what the unicorns used if she had gotten a wound on accident.

She found them easily, and once she had enough she sprinted toward Lya.

"Lya, don't go to sleep, please don't." She whispered in the young unicorns ear. Lya tensed as the juices from the ginger leaves hit her wound. Once the cleaning part of the medicine ended, Amy could see Lya relaxing. Her wound closed up too.

Amy wiped her forehead, which had been drizzling with sweat. Lya was safe, for now.

Unicorn Kiss Part Two

Frella awoke with a start, having forgotten where she was it was quite a shock to find herself in a bed of moss. Pushing herself up onto her elbows she looked around at the surrounding area and found a trail of gems leading further into the woods. Dazzled by the beautiful gems Frella began to greedily pick them up, and followed the gem trail deeper into the woods.
"Oh my look how big that emerald is!" Frella screeched with excitment as she tossed it into the huge pile of gems she had collected.
"I could buy a castle with all of these..."she mused, "Or at least one hundred new dresses," she smiled as she thought of this. As she began to collect more and more she noticed something strange about the gems. She began to notice that the gems were in fact getting warmer. Curious. And they were getting a somewhat slimy coat to them that made them slippery to pick up. Without realizing it the little gem trail has led Frella to a clearing within the woods, but just before stepping out into the clearing Frella bent down to pick up one of the last gems. As she clasped her fingers around the diamond she gave a loud shriek! The diamond had burned her!
"WHAT THE-?" Then something sharp and hard fell on top of her head with a loud thunk, and it smelled rather rancid. "Ouch!" Frella said as she rubbed the spot where the object had hit her. She looked to the ground only to find a rather large ruby the size of a waffle on the ground! "Whoa."
There was a slight giggling from up above. Frella looked up into the tree.