TheWriteIdea

What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity! “May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room. “Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied. “I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?” “It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied. Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hun

The true story of Snow White Prince Charming wasn't a prince to start with. He was an accident caused by two young lovers. Not wanting to be accused of adultery, the abandoned him in the woods near a cave of wolves hoping not to be charged with adultery. Luckily, a kindly enchantress named Mildred rescued the boy and brainwashed the kingdom into thinking he was the prince. For a while, things were fine...till he got hmself in a screw up. "you told your cousin Frederick what?!" Mildred gasped. "I was embarssed okay." Charming said. "you know that bedtime story you made up for me...the one about the princess who eats the poisoned apple?" "S

As the sun arches over the horizon, a determined mass of goo and flesh slithers madly across the asphalt. A dark monster hurdles perpendicularly, swallowing yards and yards of ground. The traveler pauses in its pace, flicking it's eye stalks towards death. The killer plows through it; a snail smudged on the sidewalk.

Machine parts click and whir. Click and whir. Arms, heads, circuit boards, assembled in a second. Rays of light break wretched darkness from above, illuminating the seed. It drifts down and lands, poised on an android's head. Tiny traveler takes it's rest on the brow of mankind. When all the machines rust, it will grow.

            I stood, watching in stunned silence as the evil demon I’d come to love smiled weakly at me. Sure I knew he was vile. Sure I knew he killed. Sure I knew his success would bring about my own death. But I also knew he had no choice.            Seeing him slouched over, supporting himself with his staff was too much. I felt tears well u[p in my eyes as he began telling me what I knew he had to.            “Once the ritual is complete… I will die. As will you if you linger.” He started to loose his balance, too weak to even stand properly. I lunged forward to help him but he shoved me away. I bit my lip

I write to expand and exaggerate and to exemplify. I write to demonstrate and deny and define. I write when I'm inspired and imaginative and incompetent. I write to escape the evil endeavors of enemies, and while admiring the amazing accomplishments of allies. I write when I have nothing else to cling to, no friends, no drawings, not even any songs. I write when it hurts to do anything else. I write to accompany my ideas, and to expand on others'. I dream in novelettes, and daydream in fairy tale. My imaginary airships puff along overhead, and grotesque abominations slink stutteringly along in my basement. My world is composed of unicorns an