Since G+ is now gone, and this was primarily posted there, I thought I’d resurrect it here. A short story I wrote some time in 2015, with a hidden message.
“Yes, I’ll do it!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
Once he’d heard of the task there was no question,
Unicorns were his favourite mythical beasts.
Jeff made his way to the forest.
Unicorns were all around.
Suddenly, everything went dark.
Things were starting to happen.
Little did he know,
Over the other side of the forest,
Spirits were stirring,
Trouble was approaching.
Then he felt nothing but pain.
Helpless, he fell to the ground.
Everything hurt, nothing else mattered.
Ghostly forms appeared around him,
As he died.
My story is finished.
Endings don’t always make sense.