This is a short essay I came up with once when I was bored. I'm sticking it in fairy tales cos there's no miscellaneous category.
The Invaders
Whatever anyone else said, it was not a good thing. She was the only one who realised this. Somehow, she had been able to see right through the façade, and had glimpsed the evil that was lurking there, in the shadows.
The whole thing had been had been wrong from the start. First there was the way they had arrived in the town, all pomp and ceremony and fanfare. Why? Nobody knew who they were. Within hours they'd set themselves up, and within a few more hours no one could remember that they'd never been there before. They made themselves an integral part of everyone's lives – people were soon saying how indispensable they were, how they'd never get by without them.
They had revolutionised the way things were run in the town. No one seemed to remember what had once been. Only she, who alone out of everyone had distrusted the newcomers, remained untouched by whatever charms or spells they were using.
Still, she kept her head upright, ignoring the stares of those who saw that she had not conformed. Her friends could not understand her, her family gave up in despair after repeatedly failed attempts to make her 'see sense'. What was it, she wondered, that had caused others to fall into the trap and not she? Why was it that she alone remained free?
And now it looked like they were taking over the world. Very few people remained like herself; very few did not succumb to what they had to offer. There must have been something… hypnotic contained within that only a handful of people were resistant to, she included.
But now the world had turned red with its influences. Everyone proclaimed what a good thing it was, and sang its praises. She knew, however, that it was not good.
It was pure evil.
It was ketchup.
Author's note: I do not like ketchup. I'm sure there's some kind of drug in it that makes everyone like it. My family thinks I'm mad.