bookofswordsthe

Actors: Christensen Hayden,Howard Terrence,McDonald Christopher,Robards Sam,Howard Arliss,Stevens Fisher,Harbour David,Hinkle Steven,O’Hare Denis,Hewson Charlie,Young Court,Costa Joseph,Drama,Thriller,

What do you think of my STORY?
A young man and a purple unicorn sat in a peaceful, sunny meadow. John held the unicorn’s sturdy horn in one hand, admiring the perfect spirals. The other hand carefully plucked stray white hairs that had a habit of getting stuck in the horses eyelashes and muzzle. Finished, he petted the beast’s velvet nose and it smiled.
"Did you have the dream again last night?" asked the unicorn.
John hesitated, then said, "Well, it was different this time. A lot longer, and less dreamlike. I’d have a hard time telling why it wasn’t a dream, other than being awake now. I was in the same little room though, with the bed and the little window on the door with the metal in it."
"Did you see the lady again, with the eyes?"
"Yeah, a black lady with blue eyes! Isn’t that something? She’s real friendly though, I wish I could say something to her but I can never come up with the words. She’s just a dream person though, so I guess it doesn’t really matter."
"Is that her standing behind you right now?"
John looked over his shoulder and with a fright saw the very same lady. He pulled back, into the corner of the room, onto the bed. He focused on his chewed, bleeding fingernails and tried to ignore her. The meadow was gone, the walls of the room were painfully closed in. The unicorn had been reduced to a mere whisper in his ears, reassuring him with nothing more than ‘it’s ok John’ over and over.
"No one is here but me John. There’s nothing to be afraid of." The lady’s soothing voice won over John’s fear and he relaxed. "Who were you talking to?"
"The unicorn."
"There is no unicorn John. That was just a hallucination."
"How do I know you’re real?"