Latenight Moonlight

it is so simple
the way they fall
no bang or whimper
no sound at all

tick tick tick tick tick
boom.

Strength Through Music, Amanda Palmer

So I was wondering around on my computer and found this story that we never finished. I’m not sure who exactly wrote it, but I think it was Kells, Kate, Me, and I forgot who else. Enjoy hahah.

Bob Morris walked alone on the beach, wading in the shallow water as the waves sloshed around the rolled-up cuffs of his jeans. The sun was beating down, and he was just thinking of going for a swim when he saw something he could hardly believe – A UNICORN!  The magnificent creature stood in the surf, head held aloft, mane and tail dancing in the breeze.  It looked like it was made out of pure silver, the sun glinting off the creature’s flanks.  A large, shiny horn stuck right out of the unicorn’s face, looking sharp and deadly.  Bob blinked, hardly believing his eyes. He looked around – they were the only two creatures along the entire beach. Was he really seeing a unicorn? That can’t be possible – unicorns weren’t real!  Hesitantly he walked up to the unicorn, approaching slowly so as not to spook it. Far from spooking, though, the unicorn remained steadfastly in place, looking down at Bob in a regal manner.  Finally, Bob was within a few steps of the unicorn, and there he stood.  What could he possibly do now?  There were no rules telling you what to do when you meet a unicorn.  Did they talk?  In some stories they did, after all. “Hello, Mr. Unicorn?” he said, feeling entirely stupid.  The unicorn, of course, simply stared back at Bob.  Unicorns didn’t talk, after all.  Now what? He thought, running a hand through his hair. Once again he glanced up and down the beach, only to find himself still alone with the unicorn.

The unicorn began to walk towards Bob, with the hopes of scaring him off so that the unicorn can be alone on his lovely beach once again. Poor unicorn, he was intruded by this strange man with red hair. Bob slowly turned around and started to run away from this magnificent creature, but the unicorn began to gallop after Bob. Bob was running for his life when he finally ran into his BFF Chris. There Chris was, relaxing and jamming to some tunes when he sees Bob panting for breathe and trying to sturdy himself after such a long run. As Bob stopped, the unicorn of course had the momentum to push Bob down and walked back away. Bob was knocked out for a bit of time until he awoke to find a seagull staring down at him and telling him to be a man and stand back up. Why was there this seagull talking to Bob? Maybe he was delusional. He quickly looked around him to see where he was. Chris was still laying out and listening to his music, but the seagull was still talking to Bob. He kept asking Bob questions about the unicorn, maybe, just maybe, the seagull had a special thing for the unicorn! Sweet animal love. Bob gradually stood up and starting running again, and could barely hear Chris’ calls to him asking where he was going. The thing is, Bob wasn’t sure where he was going.

Bob continued to run quickly down the shore until he eventually ran out of breath and was forced to slow down.  Stumbling to a stop, he turned and looked down at the opposite end of the beach; the unicorn was no to be seen.  He collapsed onto the ground and let the warm sand engulf his feet.  Could I really have seen a unicorn? He thought.  No, it couldn’t have happened.  I know unicorns don’t exist! He continued to sit in the sand, dumbfounded, until a small glimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He peered up to the ocean, only to see the unicorn rising from the water with none other than Greta Salpeter riding on its back.  “Greta?!” he shouted.  She didn’t seem to hear him, for she continued to gaze off into the distance.  He immediately rose from the ground and scrambled through the sand, making his way to the ocean’s edge.  By that time, the unicorn had completely risen from the bright beryl water and was beginning to fly above Bob.  He jumped and grabbed at the unicorn, but it was too high for his reach.  “Greta, what are you doing?!” he yelled.  She still did not seem to recognize him.  Greta’s face was possessed with a look of trance and tranquility, and she held the same small smile as the unicorn flew over Bob and beyond the rocky shores of the beach.  Bob’s eyes followed the unicorn until it was no longer in sight.

Amazed by what he had just witnessed, Bob needed to find out why Greta was riding a unicorn. So he followed their trail along the beach all the way to a mountain with a giant house on top. The house seemed miles away, but Bob could not give up, he had to rescue Greta! The trail leading up the mountain was strenuous. After Bob was walking for about an hour, he came across a river. The only way to get across was giant floating panda. That was very convenient for Bob, because he never took swimming lessons as a kid. So he jumped on the panda raft and floated down the river. The current was very strong and the winds were high, when Bob got launched off the panda and into the river! I can’t swim!! yelped Bob. Luckily, Chris followed him up the trail, and jumped in to save Bob. Chris was able to swoop Bob right up because he was a lifeguard back in the day. After they dried off, Chris was so curious why Bob was going to the big house on the mountain. Bob said he didn’t want to talk about it and ran off.

to be continued..

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wide-eyedworld:

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fishcakes95:

ohaimarisa:

missbrittney:

lucky charmss&captain crunch, yumm<3

Apple Jacks & Lucky Charms :D

Corn pops, and lucky charms

rice crispies ftw.

Chex…i KNOW im weird.

Crispix! :)

Lucky Charms probs.  I don’t eat breakfast ever though really. lol

Honey Bunches of Oats

Sondre Lerche is about to pass The Virgins in my Last.fm. I had my first day of hosting at Milton’s yesterday. It was kind of hectic and they just threw me in there. Overall, the people were nice. I got some tips [even though I wasn’t supposed to since I was “training”] Enough to pay for dinner. Sara just left with the car so I have no transportation and I am home alone. What to do, what to do..

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