The princess ran for a long time, fleeing from her home. When her legs couldn't carry her any further, she fell to the ground, weeping. She crawled under the root of a tree, curling up against the cold wind, covering her mouth to keep her sobs from ringing out. Thump thump thump The little princess held her breath. She heard the footsteps, again. Thump thump thump thump Eyes streaming from the strain, she held her breath until her chest ached. Listening, she couldn't hear anything else. Slowly, she leaned out from under the tree root. On the crest of a hill, there was a bright halo of white light. A unicorn was looking towards her, waiting for her to come out.

The princess let out a gasp of breath and ran towards the beautiful creature. "Hello, Unicorn. Will you help me?" The unicorn said nothing, but lowered its head, bending down to allow the princess onto its back. With the princess securely astride, the unicorn took off running at a dead sprint. The princess tried so hard to hold on, but she felt herself slipping. The unicorn sudden;y jostled over a rock, and the princess went tumbling down, hitting the ground hard.

The princess tried to sit up, but her ribs were broken and her arms and face were bloody from trying to catch herself. The unicorn clopped back to her, standing over her, staring down with cold black eyes. The unicorn suddenly looked much less beautiful. The princess wheezed, "Why? I thought you would help me." The unicorn lowered its head, nuzzling her face and then gored her through the heart with its horn. The unicorn reared up and slammed its hooves into the little princess's body over and over under the only thing left was a bloody pulp. Without a second look, the unicorn clopped away.

I write to ignite frightened minds and remind them of the might they might be inclined to find inside the confines of life interwined with divine vibes and sublime rhymes propeling lives to rise and thrive. I write because words are magic and sentences are spells, and the thought of underutilizing ourselves is tragic so I feel frantic to go savage and ring some chilling bells. I write because letters are elements, words are molecules, and paragraphs are the means to create worlds forming books upon shelves. I write because I can.

Understand?

So you don't believe in human-induced climate change?

Good.

Then you don't believe in science. In which case you have no reason to believe in technology, seeing as technology is science's child.

In which case I do highly, respectfully advise you take that smartphone to which you are so joyfully, ignorantly addicted, and literally shove it up your ass.