life of a horse by kindy mined, caley paters, paterson lalaburty, mycayla lee (reading like a writer txt) 📕

terrified whinnies. I turn my whole body towards the sounds, I never heard horses sound that terrified, ever! I took a chance and started galloping full speed as fast and hard as I could to get to them. I followed the sounds. I ran up a small hill, but skidded to a stop at the top of it. I looked out on the valley, the place my herd and I had grazed. I didn't just see my herd, but other herds. Surround by tall silver fencing. I looked harder and closer, trying to spot my mother or any other horses I knew. There were humans too. Not just a few, but many. So many I could count. There were some on top of horses. And those horse weren't trying to buck them off or escape. I was confused whether or not I should stay on the ridge, try to help, or to run away and never come back. Before I could make any decision, I heard hoofbeats coming quickly towards me. I turned hoping it was part of my herd, but I tried to run right as I had a hard right rope thrown around my neck. I tried running but I wasn't strong enough and I was tired. I whinnied knowing no one could help me but I still did. I reared and bucked and spun around. But the human and horse just dragged me behind them not caring. I whinnied as we came closer to the pens and horses. Humans were staring at me. I panicked even more and started thrashing my head side to side thinking it would help somehow or other. The human's horse looked back at me and pinned its ears. I looked back at it and snorted. The horse turned back and bit at me and kicked me. I shied back and didn't dare stand up against it for a second longer. I was led into the place with all the horses, but I was out in a small square pen by myself. Humans started crowding all four sides of the pen trying to look at me. I didn't know what to do so I stood and stared back at them. I turned when heard a bang and a deep throated loud cry from a big black stallion. I recognized him from somewhere but I couldn't remember. There were three humans surround him with ropes in their hands pulling in the stallion and trying to make him submit. He reared high and spun around pulling the humans with him and he started running to the sides if the pen. I watched everything. The stallion didn't give up, he couldn't. Another human came in and started yelling at the ones holding the stallion tryi g to control him. The new man flings around a long stick and every time he brought it down, it made a loud crack! He started cracking the stick down on the stallion. My breath caught in my throat. All I could do was stare and hope the humans would stop soon enough. It was hours before the black horse started to tire out and a huge group of humans started to crowd him. He was bleeding all over from being beaten by the man's stick and was drenched in sweat. He slowed down his nostrils flaring and lags shaking. But the humans kept on beating and pulling on him. The powerful stallion collapsed to the ground and latex on his side. I whinnied to him wondering if i would get an answer. The stallion sat up slowly and stared in my direction. I whinnied again. He whinnied back to me loud and strongly. That's when I remembered who he was! He was the leader of my herd! My father!  

While quietly trotting down the silent and abandoned dirt road, I listened carefully. I knew that this place may be dangerous. I halted and looked toward the deep, dark forest. Then I gingerly turned and stared down the path that I just came. I promised to myself that I would never go that way again. I turned around again, then I started trotting again, trying to be as cautious and silent as I could. The road went a long way, almost two miles, until it stopped to a dead end. I turned half-ways, staring down the path I just came from. Still, I promised myself I would never go there again, and the dead end was in front of the forest, so I decided instead of going down the scary path, I would go into the forest. So I did. The forest was full of twigs and sticks, so every time I'd step on a twig or stick, it would snap, it startled me. I wasn't a pure wild horse, so I wasn't used to all these noises. The rustling of the leaves, birds singing, squirrels chattering, and dandelions brushing against my legs. Even though it wouldn't sound dark, if you look at it closely, it would be very dark. I was not used to dark places, what I wanted was to feel the bright, hot sun shining on my glossy, bright bay coat, and the beautiful smell of the flowers crowding my nose. That's all I wanted. But in this forest, all was dark. I was finding my way through the forest, when I heard a twig snap. And it wasn't me. It was something else. I snorted and backed off as soon as I heard the startling noise. I heard leaves rustling behind me, so without looking back, I bolted, and ran as fast as I could go, trying to get out of that dark forest. I was going pretty far, when I felt some snake-like thing coil itself around my neck. I was jerked backwards, and I took a hard fall. I stood up and reared. I felt another thing coil itself around my left front leg, and another around my other front leg. I collapsed, and I felt something touch me, it felt like a human hand. The thing tied my four legs together, and I was helpless.

 

Hey everyone! Thanks for the comments. Love it if u would tell me your story so I could check it out! maybe we could swap some ideas! Summer. Our ranch was small, and quiet. In the back lots was where I usually hung out. Long, green grass flowed with the soft wind and a small stream trickled. I spent hours there writing and thinking. Dad was always on business trips and my older brother Derek was mostly dating a girl. My family wasn't close. Mom always tried to pull us together but my brother and dad mostly shrugged it all off. I felt especially alone after her death. I didn't have any friends, well, I was weird to everyone. I was quiet. Shy. Loved horses. Didn't care about the latest style. Dad let a neighbor keep Storm. He said I obviously couldn't keep him in my condition. He forbid me to see him. So this week I was thinking of how to sneak onto Mr. Smith's farm. One day, I finally had my chance. Derek was out and so was dad. Mr. Smith was stopping by to pick up some supplies and I was thinking of hitching a ride to his place. Sweet talking him was my bait. He pulled up on the long dirt driveway with his battered pick up truck. I had a cup of coffee waiting for him as he got out of his truck. "Good morning Mr. Smith," I called out, hoping I was smiling brightly. He squinted at me and smiled. "How are you doing Aimee?" I folded my hands as I leaned over the front porch's rail. "Well, thank you. The feed is back at the barn. If you like, I have some coffee inside." He strode over to me, laughing. "Look who's being polite. You'll be as nice as your mom. Sorry, can't take your offer. I have my ranch hand with me." I craned my neck to see what he meant. My heart sank as I saw a boy in the pick up truck. He looked about 16 and looked at me as if he might laugh. I blushed(I hate when I do!!) and turned away quickly. I started toward the front door. "Oh, that's too bad. I'll be inside if you need anything." Mr. Smith laughed. "Come on Aimee. Spit it out. What do you want?" I paused, then said causally, "How's Storm doing?" He turned away. "As soon as I get the feed your dad offered me, You can climb in the truck and see for yourself." I grinned, than it slowly faded away. What about the guy?

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 Mom, where are we going?” I asked as I sat in the passenger side of the car. “It’s a surprise, honey.” She said. I slumped down in my seat and watched out of my window. I was always prepared when mom said something was a surprise, so I brought my $1,000 dollars with me that I had saved up.When the car stopped, mom said, “Honey, welcome to the horse rescue center.” I climbed out of the car and smelled the sweet hay from the horses. “So, you mean I’m getting a horse?” I asked. “Yes. Each horse here is worth $100. So, you can buy tack, and a horse with the money you have saved up.” My mother said. I just smiled. We walked into the building. I looked at each horse, and every stall. There were grey horses, black horses, bay horses, and paint horses! But, there was a beautiful mare in the very last stall. She was a shiny sorrel mare, with a blaze, and 2 long socks on her back feet. I read the name plate on her stall. It read: Monte Carlo. She looked like a fancy horse. “Mom, I want this one.” I said, sighing at the mare’s beauty. “Ok. We will get everything for her at the tack store.” She said happily. “I’ll take Monte Carlo.” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Ok! Here are her papers. And, here is the list of thing you will need for her.” She said, handing me papers. Mom loaded Monte into the trailer. I was Jittery with excitement. As I got in the car, mom drove to the tack shop across the street from our house. Mom parked the car in a large space. We climbed out of the car, and I charged through the doors to the tack shop. I got a light blue halter, a bridle, a saddle, saddle pad, boots (for the horse), and bell boots (for the horse). I even got a bag of carrots without mom knowing. I picked out a Breyer that looked similar to Monte, and I rushed out the door. “Mom! Hurry up!” I yelled. “I’m coming!” She said as she scrambled into the car. She drove out of the parking lot, and entered our drive way. We had 200 acres of land. Mostly, we had barns, paddocks, ponds, and even round pens. Mom parked the car in it’s usual spot. I scrambled out of the car, and clutched a carrot in my