Headlights[PG-13]
This is just a little something that I threw together a few days. It's not done yet, so beware! lol I'm hoping to turn it in for extra-credit in English...if it's any good!
The lights glowed in the night, showing the ground that lay before them. Amelia Danté moved from the middle of the road to the shoulder of the road. The prancing horse beneath reacted almost instantly to her slight tug on the reins. Amelia reached down and patted her horse’s dark neck.
The lights that were glowing came closer and closer. Amelia barely glanced at the lights and they dawned on them. But, she did start to pay attention to them when she noticed the brightness they held within them. Ben, the dark bay horse beneath her, seemed almost blinded by them. He side-passed, crossing his two front legs and then back legs.
“Stop,” Amelia murmured under her breath.
The lights seemed to brighten as they drove nearer and Amelia and her horse walked toward them. Then, they seemed as bright as they could get.
Amelia woke up to bright lights and white. She gazed at her surroundings. Where am I? she thought, confused at everything around her. She heard the soft humming and the ticking of machines. That’s when she realized where she was. The hospital.
Just then, the door burst open. Amelia turned her neck and head towards the door. As she did, a sharp pain shot through her spine as if a bullet was hitting her full impact. She screamed out in pain.
“Aye, Amelia!” a voice said softly, running over to Amelia’s side. “You mustn’t move. Not yet, anyway.” It was Amelia’s mother, Juliana.
Amelia tried to move her lips, but no sound came out. She didn’t give up. That was the bad thing about her – she never gave up. But sometimes, it turned out to be good.
“What happened?” Amelia finally sounded out.
Juliana stroked Amelia’s dark hair in a motherly manner. “An accident,” she said simply, mixed emotions running through her deep brown eyes. “When you were out riding with Ben.”
Amelia’s mind went back to that night. The bright lights, the prancing horse beneath her…
“Ben!” she yelped. “How is he? Is he hurt? Where is he? What happened to him?”
Juliana seemed to want to avoid that. She swallowed and reached for her daughter’s hand.
“Don’t tell me he’s dead,” Amelia muttered under her breath to herself. “Please let him all right.”
Juliana squeezed Amelia’s hand with her own shaking hand. “He’s loco,” the adult replied in a wary voice. “El caballo es loco, Amelia! He’s not himself. He thrusts out at anyone. The side of his face is torn; you can see under his flesh. He’s like a totally different horse. No one can go near him. He’s traumatized, Amelia….”
A cry caught in Amelia’s throat. “Not Ben,” she said almost in a whisper. “It can’t be!” Her voice grew louder. “No!”
Juliana hushed her daughter. “Deal with it,” she said. “We are putting him down.”
Amelia ran down the barn aisle two weeks later. She had begged her mother not to put Ben down. So far, it had worked.
She rushed down to the last stall. The Dutch doors were both closed. That was unusual. But, under the circumstances, Amelia understood why this was. As she came closer to the stall, she slowed her pace and stopped. She could Ben’s rapid breathing. She heard him kicked out at the wooden stall siding and lunge at something. She bit her lip and walked up to the stall. She stood outside the door.
Inside, nothing went on. The gelding stopped his ranting. Someone was outside his stall.
Amelia held her breath.
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How is it so far? Good? Bad?... Comments? Complaints? ... Ideas??
Please tell me!!!
The s t r o n g e s t person... You see all day... May be the one... That c r y s themself... To sleep at night...
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
handfull of anger, held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood sweat and tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
Mares are from Venus, Stallions are from Mars, but Geldings are from Heaven
Re: Headlights[PG-13]
lol, thanks. It not done yet and I forgot I posted it here! lol Well, thank you, guys! I should have more soon!
The s t r o n g e s t person... You see all day... May be the one... That c r y s themself... To sleep at night...
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
handfull of anger, held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood sweat and tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
Mares are from Venus, Stallions are from Mars, but Geldings are from Heaven
Re: Headlights[PG-13]
blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......I still haven't written anymore. Or maybe I did....lol Anyway, I should have some soon.
Elegance...speed...stamina...
The power...the exhilaration...the grace...the excitment...
It all come together to make up one great sport and one excellent horse...
Eventing
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