Random stories

Stacy sighed, rifling through the pile of papers on her counter that never seemed to stop growing. Field trip next week, class shirt money due Tuesday, science fair project due at the end of the month, *Jesus, this is way too much* she thinks as she finds cold beer in the fridge.

Stacy had 3 teenage kids, ages 13, 15 and 17. She also had a full time job, two dogs the kids *insisted* they would walk (they don’t) and the cat her husband found in the yard last year. She was **done**. There are not enough hours in the day, or hours in therapy to make this part of life easier. Parenting teens will suck the life right out of you, but there’s still bills to pay and so many groceries to buy. After she turned 40, she just decided *Fuck it*, and started trying to take momentary happiness wherever she could find it- a little Bridgerton on Netflix, a few too many margaritas with her girlfriends on the rare night out, skipping work to go to the movies when she had just had enough. She wasn’t being the perfect wife or mom anymore, she was trying to survive and find herself a little bit, though time didn’t allow for much of that.

Just as she was about to sit down on the couch, the doorbell rings. She figured it was one of the kids friends, and yelled out for Aidan, her oldest, to go open it up and see who was there. Aidan didn’t answer, which wasn’t surprising since all her kids were glued to their phones until she physically removed them from their hands. She groaned a bit as she walked to the door, assuming she was going to have to text the child who had a guest to get them to respond.

“What the hell?!” It just came out of her mouth, as she was shocked to see a bright pink unicorn on her doorstep. “My lady, there is no time, we must make haste. You are the only one who can save the world from imminent doom.” Stacy just stared. *A fucking talking pink unicorn, this has to be a prank for TikTok* she thought. “I must insist you follow me at once, there is no prank, and I do not know if TikTok is part of the evil scheme” said the pink unicorn. With wide eyes, Stacy reached out and tried to pet the unicorn and started laughing uncontrollably. “The girls at the office got me good, thanks for coming by, I won’t forget this shit” she said.

The unicorn reared back, startling Stacy. Thunder rumbled, as a storm seemed to roll in our of nowhere. “My name is Stardust, I must ask you again, will you accompany me to save us all from our demise?” the unicorn spoke again. “You are the chosen one, you have the power to save the world Stacy.”

This seemed like the most unlikely thing she had ever heard, but honest to God, she was in need of adventure even if it was just a trip from a bad batch of beer. “Give me 5 minutes, I’ll throw together something in the crockpot and leave a note for the kids. Think we’ll be back by 10 pm?” Stacy asked. Stardust the unicorn blinked back at her. “Eh, they’ll figure it out”, Stacy said.

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Submitted by Sunkissedmom on Wed, Apr 13, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago