Steve the Unicorn by Beth

Steve the unicorn sat patiently at the base of a hill. The numerous bodies behind him reeked of rotten flesh and decomposition.

‘Soon.’ He thought. ‘Soon I will be able to get rid of these wretched things and return to my lovely little house for a cup of tea.’

Steve did not like killing people. He despised it in fact. The only reason he kept doing it was because they made for excellent fertilizer. Ever since he started using them, he placed first at the fair every year.

Standing up from where he previously sat, Steve moves away from the base of the hill towards the giant hole he dug earlier in the day. Peering down into it, he smiles to himself.

The tomatoes will be quite excellent this year.