Guildenstern uses the sighting of a unicorn to illustrate the nature of illu-
sion. A unicorn, mystical when it appears to one, becomes a horse with an
arrow in its head when seen by many.
Examine Guil’s premise that illusion ceases to be mystical when it becomes
the common experience. Drawing on experiences from your own life,
write a short, short story about the magical morphing into the mundane.
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Alright. Here's my story.
Title: The Bliss is no more
When I was a ver young boy, I always enjoyed waiting for Santa to appear on every Christmas Eve. I used to love listening for the jingle of his sleigh on the roof, and the hoofbeats of his reindeer. It filled me with such overwhelming joy. However, every time that I tried to stay up to see Santa in our living room, I would either fall asleep, or my mom would put me to sleep.
Then one year, when I was about eight, I was able to stay up without falling asleep or being put to sleep, and I waited to see Santa. What I evidently did see filled me with shock and dismay. I witnessed my mom putting the presents under the tree, and gulping down the milk and cookies. I couldn't believe it.
When I went to school after christmas, I chatted up my fellow classmates to see how their breaks went. Before the break, everyone's lips were a buzz about possible encounters with Santa and Reindeer. Then one kid said that they described what appeared to be Santa from when they were five. Other kids recalled that same age and saw what they thought was an Old guy with a bad shave swinging a bell next to a bucket. Thus, the magical has morphed into the utterly mundane. I was never the same again...
P.S. Now, I actually stay up into Christmas day and decorate. Then I receive my presents.
Kyle you just reminded me of how my Christams use to be and what i have been told bout Christmas. I somehow can relate to yours but differently. So heres my story.
I was i think 7 months lod or six while my older sisters were five, six and seven years old. When this happen, my sisters told me this story.
Okay so her it goes:
Title: Truth has finally been revealed.
During christmas after dad gets out of work, he will always come with Ballons and present. When we had asked him where he got these present he would always say that he had to go to north pole and fought with santa in order to get these gift for us. We were young back then so we believed what he said. We use to go around the school and will tell people how my dad fought with santa to bring us gift. The sutdents did not believe us, but we believed because evryday my dad will come home with ballons and a little present for us. When we asked him if that was true, he will sit us down and tell us stories of how he fought santa.
As we got older and my dad left to New york we notice that my dad never fought with santa and that there were no such thing as santa. And that it was my oldest bother who told us the truth and made fun of us for believing that that was true. So the truth was revealed.
P.S. we still dont know where my dad got those balloons and presents but we think that he just boughtit. Also my dad still mention about him fighting santa claus back in the days and knocking him out inorder to bring us presents.
Nadege, your dad knocked out Santa? He should get coal every christmas for that!
From the age that i knew i could lose my teeth till i couldn't lose anymore teeth, my mom use to tell me all these stories about how the tooth fairy would always come to get my teeth once "they got old" . I would ask her if I would get them back and she would say " the same night you lost a tooth, you have to put it under your pillow and when she came to get it, she would a new one, just like a seed and overtime you would see it grow". Of course I believed this until one night where I decided to wait for this "toothfairy" to come, I was curious to ask her why she never left me something in exchange if all the other kids got money or something in exchange. So I had just lost the last tooth that I was going to lose for the rest of my life, and i took it and wrapped it in some tissue and put it in a napkin and wrote her a note asking "why can't I have something in exchange?". Well the next morning I wake up with the response to my little note and she said "she wasn't a very wealthy tooth fairy" and because I was so innocent I believed it. A couple weeks went by and I forgot all about the letter to the tooth fairy and everything, until one day when I was rumbling through my mom's pocket book for a quater and I found the letter. I didnt need to ask any question to figure it out, I was witty as a child and so I never said anything to my mom that I knew she was the "tooth fairy". Funny thing is that after that my mom would do the same thing with my little brother at the time and I would just smile in watching his expression when this tooth fairy would come and get his tooth at night, when I knew that this tooth fairy lived in my house the whole time. :-D
Girls and guy, these stories are so sweet and sort of sour. We should share them maybe or find a way to use them later in the year?
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