Hallows’ Eve

         Windows were shuttered as the sun fell from the sky and gray mist rolled in upon the town.  The breath of innocence held tight in mothers arm, as the night rolled in on blackened hooves. Silken mane shone white as it passed under the candles light. The braver peasants kept watch on the passer by that danced upon the cobble streets. He stopped short of the village green, his breath invoked the fog that enveloped the grounds. She lay bound and pristine among the pumpkins and gifts left before the village church. Her eyes fixated to the horned figure that stepped into the torch light , as she squirmed against her  tight bonds. The spiral horn came within inches of her heart and her scream pierced the night.

          Light dawned upon the small town and the villagers gathered by the well, She sat quietly stroking the creatures neck.

          she smiled. “So many we have sacrificed to them.” the unicorns head hit the ground as she rose. “Time to sell the secret to the highest bidder.

#Friday Fictioneers – End of the line

“Get that beast on the ramp!” Yelled Grady. “Make sure to secure the box or there will be hell to pay!”

The lackeys struggled with the chains as the creature fought to free itself of this indignation.

A blackened hoof connected with a jaw and the heavy thud upon the ground meant one more down.

Grady pulled the cat o nine and the beasts nostrils flared and a low growl emanated from its gut, that caused great pause with the workers.

The chains slacked and gnashing of teeth and hooves brought even more hunters down.

“Ah hell!” Grady cursed as he looked into the eyes of the man eater. “Damn Unicorns.”