Never Let A Unicorn Scribble Novels & Stories

Layah The air is light and happy, exactly how it should be right now. Nanna’s still sparkling with flour, Dylan’s fingers trail glitter, and the tiny illusionary unicorn prances on the kitchen counter like it owns the place. For one fleeting moment, it’s perfect. That is, until Matt walks in. He freezes just inside the door, staring at the unicorn with the haunted look of a man who's seen some shit. “Fuck. Not this again!” he groans, slapping a hand over his eyes like it might shield him from magical trauma. “I still have nightmares about the unicorn from the last time.”

She was being really forward for once, not that I'm complaining. "Unicorns are born human. They start to grow their horns at 16 and with enough love and nurture their horns mature at 18. They shift into the unicorns you know. The horn is only visible to the people the unicorn trusts." Zerena explained to me. For the first time ever she was explaining things to me. "Are you okay?" I asked her, caressing her cheek lightly.

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.

Hot around the neck, I spin, trying to find somewhere else. Anywhere else... ... for my eyes to rest... There's plenty to look at: unicorns charge around the walls in a multicoloured herd accompanied by a kind of rainbowed Pegasus above them. A mermaid and frog sit in conversation... I find myself easing one way then the other, trying to get perspective on the frog. It moves... "I see someone let your mother loose with a paintbrush in here." "You recognise it? Her work?" "I can spot her touch, yes. She's still using that trick I see. Making them move."

Sleeping in their beds. A unicorn diary with a lock that popped right open. I didn’t even have to search for the key. Those pages full of looping, curling handwriting, hearts hovering above all the ‘i’s’, spelling out sad words. A plastic Tupperware stashed under a bed, filled with moldy cupcakes and half-opened chocolate slabs, all the edges nibbled at like a night squirrel with clever hands. The word PIGLET taped to the lid, scrawled out in big block letters. Not my box and not my name, but even I felt a little insulted.

The unicorn felt her presence and turned to look into her eyes. Miranda gently stroked it, and it responded with a neigh. A pink glow illuminated its horn as it brushed its nose gently against Miranda's cheek, almost like it was hugging her, and then swiftly retreated back into the forest. "Hold on, are you crying?" I asked when I saw a tear trickling down her cheek. "Don't judge me. Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of having a unicorn, but then Sara-May told me they weren't real. So now I'm just overwhelmed to learn that I was right all along."

Shelly danced around excitedly. The damn walls were still spinning around. Just let me be, walls! She snapped at the wall. She noticed the unicorn hasn't replied to her question yet. "Well?" She prompted him. She saw him roll his eyes at her. Do unicorns roll their eyes? She asked mentally. "I'm the king of unicorns," the unicorn replied. She gasped loudly, astonishment and excitement shining in her eyes, "Will you take me pretty please, I wanna see the rest of other unicorns."

Her dark chestnut hair which shone with the bright natural highlights were now limp and dull. Every moment passing was only causing his heart to break down even further. But then something strange happened. The unicorns started singing. They were standing in a circle and they looked heaven wards and started singing. It was like the music was coming off them in waves and rolling all over the area. Jillian and Solomon were now taking the grave dirt of Tourmaline’s ancestors and sprinkling it inside the circle and smoke started coming off them.

they shouted and yes they called me a Vampire because of my red eyes. I shivered when they threw a bucket of cold water over the stall door but made sure not to make a single noise. After a while I heard them leave. I waited for a while and stepped outside. I was disheartened seeing my reflection on the mirror. I was drenching wet, my eyes were puffy and my hair had chewing gum in it which would later force me to cut a whole chunk of my beautiful hair feeling helpless I started crying. _Flashback ends_ “Maybe, everyone's a little crazy in their childhood”

I wanted to explain that I just hoped she wasn’t pregnant so she wouldn’t be at risk of miscarriage. I just wanted her to be like when we were younger when she fell off a horse during a race and bled a lot, but the next day, she was completely fine. But I couldn’t form a single sentence. "Wait outside.” Luigi said. "I’m her mate. I need to stay with her!" "Do you lack common sense or do you have no heart? The operation requires a sterile environment. Are you trying to kill her? Do you think you haven’t hurt her enough?"