It’s been a little while, a hiatus you could say. No need for pansy apologies for lost time.

However, I did return to the faithful blogging DeCal on Monday which brought a short creative writing exercise. Asked to depict a scene on paper, I naturally began to ramble on about Jean Claude Van-Damme, but after realizing my brief piece sounded exactly like every other blog I’ve written, I scratched out my previous lines and produced this literary masterpiece.

Don’t judge. It was a long day.

"Light breaks as rays of light tear the gloomy sky. Colors bleed into daybreak as a sharp neigh echoes from the opening dawn. It is the mystical, it is the beautiful, it is the powerful, it is the unicorn.

It is my unicorn.

My eyes shudder as the pure aura of this untouchable figure overwhelms my gaze. My heart races my breath just as it has countless times before. Some things just do not change.

Bartholomew has been my solemn steed of glory for 14 years. Bred from the Cerulean Unicorns of upper Mazatlan, his immaculate white coat slides effortlessly across my war-torn armor as I mount him. In our land, souls of past lives, of past sacrifices seem to reunite in life. I gaze out from atop Bartholomew upon the beating Earth, the calm before the storm for today we hold our ground on the cusp of war.

The battle for Lower, Upper, and Middle Earth inches forward. In barely one day’s time the hearts of man will be pitted against the rage of beast, cold steel will clang as the screams of merciless soldiers will resonate through our land. From the snow dressed mountain tops to the dark jungles below, our cries will echo in life and in death.

My unicorn and I stand, without a single quiver, prepared to die."

I’m back.

Labels: creative writing, unicorns

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