Humans like danger. Most will deny it, but it is true. Some just call it curiosity but some see it as recklessness. Unicorns are a perfect example. From afar these creatures look gentle, graceful, and elegant. Why wouldn’t someone want that? But in reality, when you look up close, their horns are crusted in blood. They are bloodthirsty and vicious. Like I said, humans like danger. But they like it more when they don’t see a threat.

I believe that the idea of unicorns , stemmed from somewhere. However, I do not believe that the unicorn itself exists but I will not knock it . As everyone knows unicorns are often seen as the good guys, but we also know that as information gets passed down, things can become misconstrued, meaning that there is a possibility of unicorns being the bad guy !

I wish I owned an Unicorn. Not just because of their sparkling beauty, but because I want to get high. As high as the atmosphere, baby, reach the moon and kiss it’s silvery dust.

You see, unicorns’s horns can be used as an euphoric drug if you lick it like an ice cream cone. The unicorn doesn’t like it. It even might stab you to death with it’s horn if you try. But, as I have licked a horn before, it’s worth a go.

That’s why I’m in Mexico right now. I plan on running with the unicorns. It’s a festival where about a hundred people sprint for their lives to get away from about eight angry, impaling, full-grown unicorns.

I bet if I wrestle one of them down, like I saw that guy do on YouTube, I’d be able pop off it’s horn. God, I’m desperate enough to try.

I hear the church bells ring. It’s almost time. I’d better get down to the street where everyone will be running before all the good spaces are taken.

-off topic- We only truly discovered unicorns about a century ago now. Some doctor of biology over in Sweden went on an expedition deep into the mountains and forests of Sarektjåkkå. He found groups of them, small packs almost like wolves. The longer he stayed the more he saw but that didn’t make them less rare. In total he found three corporates (the term for a pack of unicorns), however with less than ten in each group the number of unicorns totalled 23. We knew of 23 unicorns in the world. Of course after breeding and such you could find them almost anywhere with a colder climate: the northern regions of Canada, northern parts of Russia , the poles (the location of the original team who bred unicorns), anywhere where it’s cold enough to snow. From the legends we thought unicorns were going to be these peaceful magical creatures, unfortunately magic is still a fantasy. Unicorn’s horns did not posses any characteristic unexplained by science, in fact they were more similar to the materials of the tusks of elephants or horn of a rhinoceros. They were the “narwhals” of horses, though they did tend to have lighter and more colourful coats. No magic was a bummer but the real downside was that their peaceful nature was also a fantasy. Nobody realized at first because they put up a facade, they cooperated with scientist plans and experiments they allowed themselves to be bred. Looking back now they probably wanted humans help to repopulate, to grow. When we examined unicorns we were always looking in the wrong places, the coat, the horn, the outside but never the inside. What we didn’t know was that unicorns could create a toxin in their stomach and insert it into their saliva so when a human was bit or licked by them it went into the blood stream. The toxin was lethal to humans and acted quite quickly. Not long after the breeding team had wrapped up mysterious death surrounding unicorns started to occur. Scientists couldn’t figure out what was wrong until it was too late. It started with a hundred people, then a thousand and slowly grew. A simple bullet didn’t seem to kill a unicorn so human weapons were ineffective. The number continued to grow until it reached millions, about the same time we discovered the toxin. A team of Russian chemists seemed to reverse the toxin, not to create a antidote but to be used to balance the toxin in a unicorn which would kill it. It made fairly quick work of the unicorns and before long they were all gone. No government wanted to risk anything like this happening again so they were all exterminated. In short that’s why there are no more unicorns left on earth, at least that we have recorded but who knows. Maybe the Swedish doctor stopped just a little early in his expedition and there was another corporal just around the corner.

The first time I seriously thought about unicorns was, when I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K Rowling. I was absolutely taken with the idea of the existence of such magnificent creatures and naturally,like many other people who read and enjoy fiction, and are familiar with the lore surrounding these mythical entities I was fascinated with them.

We know of unicorns as pure, bright, innocent animals whose very core and essence is filled with clean pure energy.

They have healing abilities, they are lovable, gentle, docile and unthreatening in nearly every story or tale I’ve ever heard. They are portrayed as beacons of hope appearing out of thin air in the midst of a crisis and assisting the hapless in their perilous journey.

Maybe in reality unicorns are depraved demonic beasts that punished evil sinners for their indiscretions and over the years, someone decided to alter their real description and turn them into something that inspires awe and hope.

Isn’t it said that unicorns only appear to the righteous in their time of need?That only the virtuous can benefit from their magic and power. With so much discord and harmony in the world, don’t we want to believe that something out their is untainted from malice, greed and evil.

As a little girl, I had always been obsessed with anything that glimmered, or sparkled. Anything that radiated even the slightest hint of wonder or magic.

More than anything, I longed to capture that power.

Of course, my school friends had sneeringly informed me that it could never be possible, and believing in magic was for babies. Stung, I became even more determined to prove them wrong. There had to be more to the world than this.

A world without magic? It wasn’t worth thinking about.

On my eighth birthday, my reluctant, slightly embarrassed father gave me an intricately wrapped present.

He had no idea what was inside, I’d have bet my life on that.

Right on cue, he smoothed down his tie and checked his watch. I already knew this was code for “hurry up, I’ve got better things to do.”

Carefully, I tore open the present, and in my hands, felt a soft, pillowy stuffed animal. Praying to every magical being, I lifted the present from its confines.

It was beautiful. The most wonderful, most promising present I ever had. It was a unicorn, with a snowy coat, a rainbow mane and a shining silver horn. I clasped it tightly, muttered my thanks and my father took his cue to leave.

My heart felt oddly full, and warm.

Finally, I had a real friend, a true confidant with whom I could share my hopes and dreams. Not only that, but I could finally show those non-believing friends of mine that this was proof. Proof indeed that magic was real.

It wasn’t long before the unicorn and I became best friends, talking to each other beneath the covers, pretending to camp under the stars. She was just like me, pure, wholehearted and loving. Best of all, she was a real source of magic. She’d wiggle her nose, toss her head and shoot beams of the most vibrant purple out of her shimmering horn.

She could make the most amazing things happen. Magic cupcakes at midnight, make us soar through the evening skies and, sneak rat poison into my father’s food.

That Friday at school, we were allowed to bring in one toy. So naturally, I brought her, my pride and joy. I tossed and turned the night before, buzzing with excitement to finally show them.

Some of the girls “oohed” and “aahed” at her, exactly like I’d wanted. They begged to hold her but I had to refuse. She was too precious.

“That isn’t magic.” Said Melanie, at the top of the climbing frame, her brow furrowed.

“No?” I smirked. “Watch this.” And I gazed in awe as a powerful force knocked her small, stupid body onto the ground far below.

Now, some idiot children swore blind they saw me push her, and caused her to break her back. But it wasn’t me. It was the unicorn.

The principal called my father, but couldn’t quite get hold of him.

Now you see, don’t you?

Magic does exist.

We see them in kids birthday parties, they’re often associated with fairytales and magic, although they can be very beautiful they aren’t what they seem. Their horns are used stab people in the chest and their wings are stolen from angels. I think you know what I’m talking about, every little girl wishes she had one, a unicorn. That can’t be right unicorns are beautiful magical creatures, what you don’t see is their intentions, evil intentions. They creep up on you at night and rip out your heart, the way they get into your life is by you allowing them in, you got a unicorn for your daughters birthday it stayed overnight, surprise surprise only one of you saw the next day. Everyone is wondering how this could’ve happened how you’ve been impaled no one knows what could’ve stabbed you but they know. They watch as everyone freaks out around your body, no one looks at the horse. When it’s your time to go the little girl cries and wonders why you can’t stay longer and catches a glimpse of red in your silky white fur. She puts it together but no one believes her. She grows out of her unicorn phase and slowly forgets why she doesn’t like them anymore. Beware, you let these beasts in and they’ll take you out.

Unicorns represent our inner innocence; they’re pure and dreamlike. Social media has fueled this symbol of light and purity, and pushed the idealistic theory of unicorns. We’ve all heard of unicorns. They’re commonly portrayed as majestic, pure white or rainbow creatures. What if the infamous unicorn looked different? Would they represent something other than purity and innocence? Would they be the “good guys” in your favorite childhood film?

Hello fellow readers today i will tell you how unicorns are evil chapter one do you know how you cant find unicorns its because there in japan in a secret hideout trying to take over it soon when the tooken over all of earth thell be nothing that cant stop those pesky unicorns anyway bye bye todays book ends here