Never Let A Unicorn Scribble Novels & Stories

"See? This unicorn was sad because all the other unicorns were regular colors. But now she's special and happy." "That's a very wise unicorn." "All unicorns are wise. They have to be, because they have magic." If only wisdom were as simple as choosing different colors. After Sophie goes to bed, Aria and Marcus sit on their porch with glasses of wine and the weight of unspoken secrets between them. "What really happened today?" Marcus asks. "I told you. I met with someone who has information about Leon's hidden assets." "And?" "And they want my help finding them." Marcus sets down his wine glass.

The two Aurelia with her copy her and pretend to cry along with her. “Pare estes xogos. Indícanos quen es ou verémonos obrigados a empregar outros métodos para obter respostas. (Stop these games. Tell us who you are or we will be forced to use other methods to get answers.)” The figure was getting annoyed with the scribble figure antics and the dark area I was in reacted to their emotions. “I understand, I understand. I know when I am not wanted. I will leave now. But I hope you know this, I will always be here. Just hiding away from your sight.” With those words, the scribble figure disappeared from my sight leaving behind the two Aurelia.

We walked the three of us through the cobblestone streets of Newburyport, the sun painting our shadows on the ground, three silhouettes united by hands intertwined. “Does Santa Claus come by sleigh?” Aggy asked suddenly, her head raised to look at me. “He does,” I answered, looking at her. “And the unicorns?” Her eyes widened with the possibility of the answer. “The unicorns… fly,” I bent down a little in her direction, lowering my voice as if sharing a secret. Her eyes widened even more, if possible. “They fly?” “They do,” I confirmed with a grave nod. “But only when no one is looking.”

My mind was consumed by the problems I might face one day, when suddenly I met someone on the road. A girl in yellow pajamas, I think spongebob is the cartoon character printed on it. I had no plans to greet her or anything, but then she just spoke while looking straight at me.

“Then… thank you, Lerder. For giving this ground back to us all.” He hesitated before nodding. “Thank you too.” Elara pressed their joined hands close to her chest. The partnership rippling through roots, sun, air. At midday, children gathered under the old oak by the healer’s hearth. Eluna stood before them, her sketchbook in hand, she traced their small faces. “What do you imagine this line to be?” She pointed to a sinuous line drawn in the dirt. “Draw it in the air.” A young shifter girl drew a glowing spiral—wolf and bird shapes emerged. A human boy traced it as a river.

Tatius' eyes blinked instantly, staring in disbelief at what was in front of him. "That's..." he looked at the drawing Alan had drawn, looking pleased. He just found out that Alan could make coffee today. He also only discovered that his boyfriend could make latte art today when he saw him draw a unicorn for a young man, which he already knew the reason behind the young man asking his boyfriend to do it as a way for him to attract Alan's attention. The thing that honestly made him feel a little jealous. A little.

The little Fire Unicorn waved its tiny hoof as if to assure Adrian that it would grow even stronger. Adrian chuckled. “Haha! I’ll be waiting for the day you surpass me, little one, but I’m not one to be easily outdone.” The Fire Unicorn raised its hoof even higher as if to show off its exceptional talent and high strength. Adrian just smiled, feeling as if he’d made a light-hearted bet with the young creature. Winning or losing didn’t matter. It was all in good spirits.

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

I might be new to this but if I had nothing else, I had common sense —sometimes. “That would only be a viable insult, if I happened to be a fairy,” the obviously not fairy drawled. “I’m sorry, do you believe yourself safe in your cocoon? I shall simply have to find a new way to break through to you.” I stiffened, biting my lip and clutching my hand protectively over the pocket of my jeans and Zhen. Breathe, just breathe… I peeked through a crack in the jerremy up at the violet shadow, which suddenly in a sizzling spray of sparkles changed into a tiny heights unicorn that tumbled out of the sky and bounced off me and onto the floor.

Gryphon flies down in front of the crowd, and they all stare in fascination. I ask, “Gryphon, we have a girl who would like to know if unicorns exist.” Gryphon chuckles, “Yes, they are real, but they don’t live on your Earth. They would all be killed, so I protect them.” Then he whistles and four unicorns fly in with four pegasi. There was a huge round of applause, and the girls were asking to pet them.