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Week 83- (June 6th- June 12th) Stories --- Topic: Mythology DONE!
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UNICORN GIRL OF MY DREAMS"Great, it would be just my luck to have a terrific
headache when I need to get my butt to school," Brad
Evans thought, waking up, his head pounding like
there was no tomorrow. Received due in large part to
the excessive drinking over at the girl who wouldn't
give him the light of day, Lisa Mercer's wild party
last night.
Throwing on a pair of blue jeans which had seen
better days, and a pair of open toed sandals, Brad
ventured from his bedroom and down the stairs to try
and deal with it.
#
An aspirin and plenty of water will do the
trick, he thought, making his way into the kitchen.
What he saw after popping a pair of the bitter white,
stomach killing pills down with a glass of water,
brought a heap of shock to his face. An actual
creature, supposed to exist in mythology, a unicorn
grazing in his backyard.
No, it was just not possible, such creatures just did
not exist.
Continuing to observe it, despite the terrible
pounding headache still going on in his head, he
realized he needed more water, fulfilling this
need. "Dang it's still there," Brad muttered to
himself, returning his attention to looking out the
window. With it still being there, he wondered if it
was all possible some juvenile prankster had slipped
something into his beer while he had his back turned.
Then a possible solution came to him. Some guy had
got his jollies by super gluing a horn onto a horses
forehead. Yeah, that's was it, some idiot, lame brain
had thought it ever so funny to try and turn a horse
into a mythological unicorn.
The stupid things people will do for a good laugh
these days.
#
The drunken headache started fading as Brad set
foot through the back door into the yard. "Hey
horsie," he said, raising up his right arm and hand
in a wave. Moving towards it until he was inches from
it. Then he saw it.
Brad could not believe it, An actual, true to
life, mythical, fairy tale creature was standing
grazing in his parents and his backyard like it was
nothing, not to mention...
Oh crap, his neighbors! They would have an
absolute fit if they saw it. He had to get rid of it
somehow.
"Please I need your help."
Oh that's just great, now I'm hearing voices
talking to me in my head.
"You're not hearing voices. It's me, the
unicorn. Well I'm not really a unicorn, but a two
thousand year old princess cursed to spend eternity
as one."
Okay, now I know someone slipped someone in my
beer last night. He was hearing an actual unicorn's
voice inside his head. Reading his innermost thoughts.
"Look, just stop it all right, what you're doing
is starting to make me feel uncomfortable! Haven't
you heard of invasion of privacy?"
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention."
"Okay, that's it, I'm gone. I'm not about to
stand here and take this," he said.
"No, please don't go, I'm sorry."
Staring into her eyes, Brad saw there was a
genuine sadness present in them. No, he wasn't
falling for it. "I have to get my butt to school, and
it'll be a good idea if you leave. The neighbors
might go into cardiac arrest if they see you,
Princess whoever you are."
"Princess Azla, and you're the only one who can
help me."
"Why the heck is that?"
Her not responding caused Brad to believe he had
offended her in some way. "Whatever," he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders.
#
"That was some party last night huh Brad?" These
words spoken in a cheerful manner by just perhaps the
only girl worth a darn in this high school, Erin
Emerson. Dressed in her favorite green skirt,
reaching down to her ankles, white blouse, and black
high heeled sandals, chestnut brown hair, normally
reaching mid-back pulled into a tight ponytail. The
two of them making their way at a too slow pace down
a hallway.
"Yeah, you could say that. So, you have any
trouble getting home last night?"
"None whatsoever, I had big brother John pick me
up. So, how are you handling your obvious hangover?"
"The pounding headache's just about gone," Brad
responded with ease. This led to him contemplating
whether he should reveal his run in with an actual
true to life princess turned unicorn not even an hour
ago. He could just imagine how that would go own, "oh
come on Brad, aren't you a little too old to be
believing in mythological creatures?"
"Okay, so what's happening in that head of
yours?
"You couldn't believe me if I told you."
This brought Erin to a complete stand
still. "Okay, what's going on Brad?" She continued.
"I know you're not gonna believe this Erin, but
not even an hour ago, I saw a real life unicorn
grazing in my backyard."
"Wow, I didn't see that one coming."
"The strange thing is, it claims to be a
princess cursed to live out the rest of her days as a
unicorn."
This brought Erin's face to fill out with pure
excitement.
"Screw school, this I gotta see."
#
Thankfully, the princess turned unicorn hadn't
bothered to take his advice and get lost.
"Never in a million years would I believe it.
What does she want Brad?"
"I'm not too sure, but it keeps telepathically
filling my head with the message it needs me to help
her do something."
"Well don't just stand there, find out what!"
Cried Erin.
"Unicorn, Princess Azla, if you're still not
angry with me, please tell me what you need me to
help you with."
"I need you to kiss me so I can return human."
"Crap, she needs me to kiss her so she can
become human again. You know, it's like one of those
frog prince type situations," he informed Erin.
"Well don't just stand there Brad, go on and do
it! You never know, she might just reward you
handsomely, and freely giving herself up to you,
unlike one Lisa Mercers."
Erin did have a point there. Stepping forward,
Brad held back his disgust long enough to kiss Azla.
"Okay, now we wait Erin."
Not long though, as within seconds, the unicorn
was replaced with the most gorgeous girl Brad had
ever seen. More so in fact, than Lisa Mercers.
"I owe you big time Brad," Azla cried, whipping
slender arms around his neck. "Tell me what your
wildest dream is, and I guarantee I'll have no
problem fulfilling it. Like say, be yours forever."
"Sounds good to me," Brad replied as he leaned
in for another kiss.
I swear mark, every week your writing improves. Good job :)
Interesting story, Mark! A bad thing about princesses, though, is that marriage sometimes turns them into witches. If Brad's smart, he'll have fun for a while, then get a hold of some wizard and arrange to have Azla turned back into a unicorn before she can lead him to an altar and put shackles on him.Stuart, I didn't expect the twist at the end of "Arial's First Day at School." Nice story!
Thanks, when I was posting this, I had some ideas on how to make it quite a bit longer.
The Results:1st place: Mark
2nd place: Stuart
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The topic this week is: Mythology
The rules are pretty loose. You could write a story about anything that has to do with the subject. I do not care, but it must relate to the story somehow.
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