Dramatically explore one word in an original piece of writing.
They weren’t real, or so she’d always been told. A figment of her imagination, and over time she almost accepted that fact as her own reality; except she still saw them everywhere. She would be going about her daily business and there beside the road would be a white horse, running along side the bus, eyes full of sorrowful wisdom watching her. She tried to ignore them, she honestly did. After all, they weren’t real. Nevertheless, they were everywhere she looked, and in time, she began to suspect she might possibly be a little crazy. Who sees unicorns everyday?
It was quickly becoming too much, however, when they started showing up in her backyard. She would be outside, trying to work in her garden, when they would come up and start eating her carrots. She couldn’t reason away the missing vegetables, nor could she reason away the feeling of them nipping at her ears as though they were a delicacy. In fact, if she weren’t so sure that they weren’t real she would have to start believing that they were really there. But when she started to think like that she reminded herself that even if they were real, a unicorn wouldn’t come to her. A unicorn only comes to a maiden, and that wasn’t a word that could describe her for too many years.
Sooner or later, something had to give, and it was a crisp fall day when she finally caved under the pressure. She’d been working in her garden again, enjoying the feel of the breeze ruffling her hair, the sun beating down on her shoulders. The stack of vegetables was growing larger in the basket, and as she twisted to add another carrot to the pile, it was caught in the teeth of one of the unicorns. Freezing, she gazed into the clear brown eyes so close to her own. There was a gentle tug at her hands and the carrot was wrenched from her limp grasp. Okay, so maybe they weren’t mere figments of her imagination… after all, she’d never heard of a figment being able to do that. Well, there had to be a logical explanation for it.
The carrot disappeared quickly, and she felt the velvet nose of the unicorn butting against her cheek, another demand for attention she could normally ignore; but not today. Today she found her hand stretching up to pet that nose, startling in its softness. It was nothing like she had ever imagined it could be, she’d thought that imaginary creatures would be, well, softer and more insubstantial. The nose was soft, and warm, heaving puffs of warm air against her fingertips as they stroked silently.
A toss of the head, and her hand had slipped up over firm cheeks to rub down the neck, the hair stiff, coarse, and still so unbelievably soft beneath her hand. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared her for this. She could feel her hand tingling from where she touched the unicorn, and breathing out on a sigh she moved in to brush her cheeks against the unicorns, her eyes closing slightly. It felt, well, like magic. She imagined that had something to do with the fact that she was sitting out in her garden hallucinating that she was petting a unicorn. The thought slipped away however, and she opened her eyes to look at the creature once more. It stepped back, away from her hand and dipped its head low, horn brushing against her cheek in an almost soothing way. With that light touch, she felt the tightness, the doubt release her, and she smiled, watching as the unicorn left her garden as quietly as it had come.
Maybe, just maybe, they did exist.
Use a list as the skeleton and to flesh out that skeleton into an interesting, original piece of writing.
Words: peach, suckle, frantic, trembling, cursed, blissful, inconceivable, nonchalant It was just a peach, and as such had absolutely no right to be so… everything. He sunk his teeth into the ripe flesh, juice running down his chin in copious amounts as he suckled. He was almost frantic to drink it in, his lower lip trembling. I cursed under my breath. It was inconceivable; it was only a bloody peach after all! The sigh that escaped his lips as he took another bite was blissful, and I was lost in a haze. When my vision cleared, it was to see him smirk at me, one blond eyebrow raised as he tossed the pit into the trash and walked away, nonchalant.