Broken Soul

by Violent Brushstroke

I leaned over and kissed my best friend. My soul mate. My boyfriend.

“Good luck today.” I smiled at him.

My parents had asked Brandon to ride Shooting Flame in the race today. I couldn’t do it because I had to sprain my ankle.

“Thanks.” His beautiful blue eyes twinkled. I loved his eyes. Mine were a dull, boring brown.

“Be a good boy today, Flame.” I stroked the blood-bay’s neck.

Shooting Flame was my favorite horse in the world. I loved him. I don’t know what I would do without him. Or Brandon.


Horses shot out of the starting gate. Immediately, number five pulled ahead.

Brandon and Flame.

A black thoroughbred pulled up next to them. They raced down the track, neck and neck.

Suddenly, Shooting Flame stumbled. Brandon catapulted over the falling horse’s neck.

I watched in pure terror, as thousand pound horse after thousand pound horse ran over Brandon.

As the last horse passed, Brandon lay still. He didn’t stir one bit.

Panic threatened to choke me.

Get up, Brandon! I tried screaming, but my mouth wouldn’t move.


Two weeks. Two weeks without Brandon. Two weeks without Flame.

No hope. No love. Life was nothing without them.

I had fallen into a pit. A dark, depressed pit. One where no light, no love, no hope could get to, I sat alone at a lunch table. I hadn’t bothered to pack a lunch. I had lost six pounds in those two, miserable weeks.

“That Brandon guy was a loser. Riding that psycho horse and getting himself killed.” Cloe Toddson gossiped with her friends.

Brandon and I would always call her Cloe Snobson.

“And he was so short too. Ugh, I can’t stand short guys.” Cloe’s highpitched, obnoxious voice whined.

A fiery rage like I’ve never felt before, boiled up inside of me. She could insult me behind my back, or even to my face all she wanted. But no one talks bad about Brandon or Flame.

I slowly stood up, turned around, and walked to the table with the blond haired snob.

“Brandon was perfect the way he was.” I narrowed my eyes at the girl.

“Why do you care? He was just a dumb loser anyway.” Cloe flipped her hair.

“You’re the dumb loser for even thinking that!” I screamed at her.

I yanked her out of her seat by her thin hair and slapped her. Right on her ugly, makeup-covered face.

“Say something else bad about him, I DARE you.” I hissed.

“You’re crazy! Just like your dead boyfriend.” Cloe spat out.

I rammed into her, knocking her to the cafeteria floor. I pressed my knee into her stomach, making her whimper.

Suddenly, strong arms pulled me off the brat.

“Calm down, Sam.” a deep voice said.

The voice belonged to the quarterback. Her boyfriend. My twin brother.

“Let. Me. Go.” I squirmed.

“Calm down first.”

I squirmed some more. He still wasn’t letting me go. So, I elbowed him in the ribs. Hard. He groaned and let go of me, clutching his side.

I may be a mere 5’2, but I was strong. Lifting 100-plus pound hay bales will do that to a girl.

“Stay away from me, pshycho Samantha.” Cloe backed away.

I seethed. I hated Samantha and she knew it.

“Cold-hearted Cloe Snobson.” I shot back at her.

Everyone had gone quiet. I looked around me at all the faces. Some portrayed shock. A few even showed fear. But what I saw the most of, I had a deep hatred for. Pity.

I strode out of the cafeteria. I didn’t run. I wasn’t embarrassed. I just had to get away. Away from Cloe. From my twin brother, Sean. From all the pitying looks.

Away from everything.

I slammed through the school doors, into the cold. It was thirty-seven degrees and raining. Primo weather for hypothermia.

My breath clouded in front of my face. I started walking. I wasn’t sure where to, just away from those wretched people.

A little voice told me to go back. Back to the heated building, out of the rain. I didn’t even have my hoodie. I wasn’t even wearing a long-sleeved shirt. I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots.

My teeth started chattering. I kept walking. I started to shiver uncontrollably. I kept walking.

My phone buzzed. I stopped and pulled it out of my pocket. It was Sean.

Great going, Sam. Everyone’s calling you Psycho Sam, now.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I didn’t care. The rain had soaked through my clothes. The cold had seeped through my skin and penetrated my bones. I walked in the middle of the road. I didn’t care if a car ran me over. No one would miss me.

My phone vibrated again. I sighed. I pulled it out of my pocket, once more. It was a text from my twenty-year-old sister, Kylie.

I love you, Sammy! Idk why, but I just got the sudden urge to tell you that.

I started crying. Only Brandon called me Sammy. I hadn’t cried those entire two weeks. Maybe it had just hit me how much I needed Brandon and Flame.

I hadn’t gone near another horse since Shooting Flame had to be put down because of his broken leg. I loved Flame. I loved Brandon. He and I had planned on eloping as soon as I turned eighteen in June. That would’ve been five months from now.

Tears streamed down my face as my body shook uncontrollably. I was so cold. And tired. I just wanted to lie down. I probably had hypothermia.

A blaring horn jerked me back to reality. A car was headed straight for me. My instinct took over and I jumped off the road. I slipped and the ground came rushing up to meet me. My head connected with something hard. Warmth flooded around my head. Blood.

But, oh, how that warmth felt so good. My vision dimmed. I can finally be with Brandon and Shooting Flame, once again.

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Sep 09, 2020
by: Willow

This story was good but can you please continue America? It is so good!!!

Nov 23, 2019
by: Arabian girl

So sad but good. :( I’m a little sad it’s so short but I understand. :) you're such a great writer, if you write any more stories on this website please tell me I would like to read more of your work! :) I know this might sound kinda bad but every once in a while I like to read a sad story instead of a happily ever after type of story. But if you think about it it’s not that sad because she gets to go to heaven with her boyfriend (even though I don’t think it’s right to have a boyfriend at her age. Hope I didn’t offend any one I wasn’t meaning to offend any one or sound all strict just my personal opinion.)

P.S. I’m so happy to meet some other God love’n girls! :) :) ;)

Apr 30, 2018
by: Violent Brushstroke

Lol, I personally have brown eyes, so I don't mean to offend anyone. It was just part of Sam's character. I'm not saying everyone hates brown eyes, just that Sam liked Brandon's blue's and thought they were more interesting than hers. Sorry to give you the wrong idea!

Apr 28, 2018
by: Anonymous

What's wrong with brown eyes?! >:-(

Apr 25, 2018
To Sally & God Believin' Cowgirl
by: Violent Brushstroke

Thank you so much! It means a lot that you like it. But I hate to break it to you, that was the end. If you look back, one of my comments said I would appreciate ideas for a sequel.

Thanks for commenting!

(P.S. I'm a God believin cowgirl too! Don't know if I'm quite a cowgirl, but definitely God believing!)

Apr 18, 2018
Oh woah!🐎😂🤠
by: God Belivn Cowgirl

So good cowgirl! Keep em comin'!

Mar 29, 2018
Please write more!
by: Sally

This is really good and I can't wait for more to come!

Mar 01, 2018
Hey everyone!
by: Violent Brushstroke

Hey girlies! So, I've been thinking of writing a sequel to Broken Soul, should I? I really need some ideas for it tho. I was thinking of having it be Sean's point of view. Any ideas are appreciated!

Jan 16, 2018
sad but good
by: #craz4horse

Thanks for writing that story I just read it and its so sad but great :)

Thanks again!

Jan 15, 2018
To: Violent Bruststroke
by: Hoofbeats

Thanks SO much!

I'm very excited about my book and I hope that I can share my writing story on here to help other young writers get published.

And a masssive 'thank you' to you for letting me use your title. I have and this amazing community of horse loving girls to thank because without them, I may have never discovered my love of writing! Let alone getting published! Ha ha!

Jan 12, 2018
I love it!
by: HorseGirl

Is it really over? It is so sad. You should continue it. I love it though!

Jan 11, 2018
loved it
by: Anonymous

I loved this and you're a great writer. It was so sad but so good. Keep up the good work!

Jan 08, 2018
by: Violent Bruststroke

First off, I'd like to thank you for commenting on my book. It means a lot.

Yes, I'm totally fine with you using the title. It's not like I'm ever gonna get published :/

I still can't believe you're getting published!

Jan 05, 2018
Great story!
by: Hoofbeats

Nice plot and a piece of good writing.

I wanted to ask you a question...
Would you let me use the title 'Broken Soul' for one of my books that I may get published?

It's fine if it's a 'no' but it would stand as a great title for the plot of my book.

Thanking you,

Jan 05, 2018
Cool book!
by: Hoofbeats

Great story!

Jan 05, 2018
Thank you!
by: Violent Brushstroke

Thank you for the comment. Yeah, I know it is a little short, but I just felt like doing a really sad story but I didn't want to have to write an entire book. So I did a short story!

I'm writing a different book right now so that's taking all my imagination. ;p

Dec 27, 2017
So Good
by: Horses Rock This World

You're such a talented writer. That was such a sad story. How can a girl, her boyfriend and her horse die within 2 weeks?

A bit short though.

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