I Believed In Unicorns

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― G.K. Chesterton

I was speaking to my friends and they said that they didn’t believe in myths when they were little. “Scientifically impossible”, they claimed. Apparently they didn’t even believe in Santa Claus nor the tooth fairy. Bullshit. Either they are lying or they had a really boring childhood. One thing I know is that my childhood wouldn’t have been the same without these. I won’t be the same.

Yes, the title is true. I believes in unicorns when I was younger. No, actually I believed in unicorns, fairies, and mermaids. My childhood was the time where I could push boundaries. As a child you can go around and ask for a unicorn and no one would look at you weird. Childhood is like the what ifs of life and gives you a chance to explore this. It’s like a whole different person with a different perspective.

I also believed in dragons, vampires, werewolves and witches. The one thing that it also taught me was they could be defeated. There is a world so much bigger than we know.

It even told me things weren’t what they seemed. Beauty and the Beast is one of my favourite movies because in this the monster isn’t really a monster and the supposedly handsome guy is the real beast. Belle sees this and from that moment on the Beast is no longer considered a beast.

What I’m trying to say is that in life we would face these “monsters” and they won’t even be the problem we think it is. Ultimately we can overcome these obstacles, we may not get the fairy tale but we might be far better off from where we started. I may not believe on fairytales anymore but whose to say they don’t exist. They exist in the imagination of those millions of dreaming kids.

Hoped you enjoyed it. Now if you could choose one mythical creature to exist…

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Facing Monsters

I know Halloween is over but I just wrote this. Only when I finished I realised it was kind of like beauty and the beast but I hope you like it anyway. I welcome all feedback. This is a story of overcoming fears and stereotypes in order to help someone desperately in need of it.

20.00 United Kingdom, England. It’s November so the sun has already been replaced by the moon. Clouds have covered the moon and there is nothing- the powers out. No light, nothing but the darkness.
I walk around the house waiting for someone to come home- anyone. I walk up the stairs closer and closer into the darkness, almost swallowed by the jaws of them.
I heard the door slam and floorboards creak. It was probably nothing but I had to get it out of my system so I slowly made my way up the stairs.
I used the torch on my phone to see where I was going as I was on the last step I realised how ridiculous I was being. There was nothing there.
I turned around and looked into directly into the eyes of a blood thirsty monster.

It was a blur. I woke up on the floor it is carpet but still had no real comfort, I realised there was a pillow underneath my head. I was still groggy. There was a glass of water beside me, I was sure not to drink any. Nothing made sense -what happened? I remember the lights were out and darkness.
Now the lights were on, it burned my eyes. I looked around and saw the monster.
Except it wasn’t a monster it was boy. His features were distinctive and his build was overly muscly- it wasn’t hard to mistake him for a monster because his hair was desperately in need of a cut and he needed a shave.
I immediately jumped up, a stranger in my house, how did he get in? What was he doing?
“Who are you?” I managed to choke out. My knees were shaking, I could barely keep myself up.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just I haven’t eaten for ages. My parents threw me out a while ago and I had nowhere to go so I’ve been sleeping rough since then.” His eyes were genuinely hurt and his face softened. And his voice, it was soothing, not raspy like a monster but concerned and a bit panicked.
“Well I’m sorry but you have to leave”. I did feel sorry for him he looked not much older than me and his life was so different.
“If it’s worth anything I really am sorry. The lights were out so I thought no one was home. I was just going to get some food and maybe any loose change. I didn’t mean to scare or hurt you.” He began to make his way to the door.
I don’t know what I was thinking because I would never do something like this. “Stop”. I called after him. “What’s your name?” I wasn’t scared of him.
“I stopped using my name a while ago, people just call me Monster. For obvious reasons.” His voice was still oddly calm, and more relaxed.
I grabbed my purse from the ledge and pulled out whatever money was in there. I was surprised none was missing, he didn’t take any. I gave it to him. “You really need this more than I do. You seem like a nice guy and just don’t spend it on drugs. Fix yourself up and I know you can have a better life.”
He just looked at me frozen. Like its the most amazing thing in the world. We just kind of stood there for a while, in silence, peaceful. “I can give you some food as long as you promise to spend the money to sort yourself out.” He promised, it was something I just had to believe, I saw the moon was away from the clouds and shimmering. It was beautiful.
It was the weirdest thing, the Monster and I. He told me about his life, not what happened with his parents just friends he made on the streets. He’s lived on the streets 3 years and said in that time he has “never been so touched by someone’s generosity”. I didn’t understand it wasn’t that much money and I could barely cook, I hope one day I would understand. To be honest, I hoped one day to understand all of it, how his parents could chuck him out and not look back. I didn’t even know there were as many homeless people as he said.
Maybe I was being rude but I still rushed him out of the house not because I was scared of him just because I didn’t know what else to do. I expected him to be hurt but he said he understood. He left the house at 21.14 with a smile on his face and vowed to never break his word.
My parents came back at 21.20 and I told them everything, they said what I did was stupid. He could have hurt you and I should have called them. I think at the same time they were kind of proud for taking care of someone and thinking about someone else.

I may never see Monster again and he might spend the money on things it wasn’t intended for but I was feeling optimistic. I slept whilst looking at the moon and dreamt.

March. 16.00. It was a normal day. The sun was shining and I was in the garden. Just doing nothing. I heard a knock on the door and found a boy about 19 years old at the doorstop. His face was familiar, but I couldn’t recognise who it was. He was muscly and had stubble. He was wearing a plain top with black jeans.
“We didn’t meet properly last time but my name is Jude and you changed my life.” With that I recognised him, his voice.
My parents came to see who was at the door and asked “whose this?” I smiled and simply replied “him”.
It took them a while, to them he was just a normal boy, a few scars, very strong build and eyes that experienced so much beyond their years.
Eventually they realised and first they were a bit pissed at him. They spoke to him for a good few hours and I guess they understood.
He wasn’t a monster just a boy, now he wouldn’t be mistaken for one again. He got a job, a simple one, not the best paid one, lived in a decent flat with another person. It just took a simple thing to change his life.

He lived with it all his life. The monster and the girl were friends for many years until finally they got married. It wasn’t perfect, they argued, he still got some unnecessary visits from the past. She understood it as much as she could and it was hard but it was worth it.
The monster was tamed but still a part of their lives.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

Crushed

“The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and know you can never have them.”

Who still remembers their first crush? Not just a name but how old you were, why you liked them, how they made you feel. Just everything.

I remember mine and how I felt at the time. Butterflies, yeah they’re cute and at the time I didn’t mind it. Maybe there great for other people because they like the feeling but it isn’t for me. I’m nervous and awkward enough as it is, some people look really cute when they have butterflies. I feel sick as I’m not great with emotions and feelings, I can’t even stand when people cry simply because I don’t know what to do.

Crushes are okay if you really believe that it could be more and I thought that at one point, but there aren’t always fairytale endings for some people.
My first crush was a really good friend and I was too scared to tell him how I felt because I knew I would ruin our friendship and he would never like me back. I know exactly why- because I’m ugly, awkward and well a “loser”. I guess it didn’t bother me at least he was a friend and I knew we would be friends for a long time.

But I was wrong we quickly started to drift apart and now he doesn’t even acknowledge me. I see him all the time and he looks at me like a stranger. No greeting or smile- just nothing.
I guess I’m a bit upset that I didn’t tell him because know when I think about it I wonder what he would say. At the same time he quickly forgot me so it shows how strong our “friendship” was. So I kind of saved myself the embarrassment and effort. Looking back I really couldn’t care less.
People will come and go in your life no matter how much you wish otherwise. Sometimes you don’t get a proper hello or goodbye but you know when this happens. Sometimes it may not even be a goodbye. Some people will never truly say goodbye to their loved ones, this can be a positive as well as a negative.

What brought this on was that I was watching old videos and he was in it. I looked at him in such a weird way which I thought was kind of cute but also embarrassing. To be honest I wanted to be a typical teen and just crawl into a ball and cry. Then I thought about it and said no. Seriously what good would that do, it won’t solve anything and he wasn’t worth the trouble.

I got plenty of time in life to think about boys and marriage, so right now I’m not going to stress about it. For now I’m over crushes, I’m gonna sound selfish and say that right now I’m going to worry about me.
As a young person now we have so much to stress about- so this is one less thing to stress about.
Just because there are no fairytale endings doesn’t mean there aren’t happy endings.

Thanks for reading 😀

Fairy tales

“I know she’s shy. I know she doesn’t have very many friends. I just want her to be strong, you know? To be able to face the world for what it is. That’s why I don’t encourage the fairy tales. I don’t want to set her up to believe in this ‘dreams come true’ nonsense.”-Robert

Those things in which we hoped for in life only to realise in pure disappointment that they didn’t exist. I think that fairy tales are great but it’s almost like people are setting you up for disappointment. Personally I don’t believe in fairy tales. I believe in “once upon a time”s but not “they lived happily ever after”s because they simply don’t exist. They’re a great story but that’s all they’re stories.

I have a story to share which inspired me to write this.
“Once upon a time there lived a lady who did everything right she was nice, sweet, respectful and just great. Still people took advantage of her good nature and walked all over her.
Several years later just as she got her enemies to turn into allies she realised that she couldn’t have kids but never did she get knocked down so she got a baby not hers but she loved this baby. She was a devoted mother and just as she gained happiness she got bad news.
She was ill, this was a roller coaster ride and just when everything looked like it was going to be okay, it wasn’t.
Nothing worked and her last couple of weeks she couldn’t even say goodbye to her beautiful child because she couldn’t talk. She couldn’t give her child a hug because she was able to move. No closure no nothing just that. No happily ever after just that.”

I don’t believe that Prince Charming will whisk a girl off in her time of need because he’s just a spoilt brat too busy fixing his hair. Nor do I think that a knight in shining armour will come and ride a girl off in the sunset. I believe that good people deserve this happily ever after but it doesn’t happen. Sure they’ll be some stories that restore your faith in these tales but they are short lived. It’s a cynical view but I’m not going to wait in a tower for someone to rescue me from this.

Thanks for reading 🙂