by Angie
(MO)
As thunder crashed and lightning lit up the sky as bright as day, I saw the pale sihouette of a midnight black horse in the distance. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my jacket and hoped I would be safe out there in the lightning; but the storm only seemed worse outside.
I stood in front of my decade-old stone cabin and just watched, amazed at what was before my eyes-the waves crashing up on to the soaked sand, spreading so far. Even a mist of salty water sprayed up against my face... Then, all of a sudden I remembered why I was out here.
I glanced at my watch, 3:00AM. I looked up and ran toward the beach. I looked up ahead, and once again saw the ghostly silhouette of the black horse, cantering swiftly along the beach, as if no storm was ever there. I ran closer only to find hoofprints, as if there was never any horse there. As I walked the path of the prints, they stopped abruptly, not leading into the water, nothing, just nothing. I walked into my house, wondering what I just saw. I couldn't have imagined it, the prints were evidence; but I was still stuck wondering, how could they just stop? Then the thought slapped me right in the face, we had a ghostly horse spirit on this... very... island.....
(just to say, this story is fiction, and if you want me to write more, just comment, I'd gladly write more for any horse-lover willing to read this story)
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by Angie
(MO)
A horse spirit living right here on this island, I could just imagine all of the possibilities as I walked up to the stable where I take lessons. I could walk here with my eyes closed if I wanted to, for I knew very well that once you smell the earthy scent of horse, you know you're there.
As I entered the doorway of the stable, I thought of what a good day I would have. But just as I started to feel happy, my thoughts immediately changed as my riding teacher Meg ran up to me with a worried expression on her face. I knew something was wrong because of 2 reasons: 1-Meg's face gave everything away, and 2: She NEVER ran in the stable, ever! "Ana, come quick! Nellie is in major distress, and ALL the horses in the far left pasture have been under the weather since the storm passed!" I was scared. the thing was, Nellie is our pregant mare, and she is around 23, so it is terrible for her to be distressed. Next, I got really freaked out when I realized that the far left pasture was the one real close to the beach, and Meg did say that the horses got sick when the storm came, and I saw the ghost horse during the storm, but what scared me even more was that these horses have been in storms like this before, and last night was the first night I saw the ghost stallion! Oh, I must be going insane, thinking of ghost horses, making up ridiculous theories.... but I gasped when I saw the mist of the ghost stallion up close, right in front of the far left pasture, baring his teeth at Thunder, Daisy, Mickey, and Minnie!! He not only scared me doing that, but just looking at his personal appearance will make your eyes pop out of your heads. Up close, he was a misty gray, like something out of a ghost story, but worse. Scratches and bite marks were scarred into his skin, and his mane and tail were full of blood, for it was all just caked into the poor horse's hair. But no sir-ee, poor was not the way to describe that horse.
My poor lesson horses and their childeren were cornered into the far shoulder of the field, just where that stallion thought we couldn't see them but yes, yes, yes, we could see them very well. But I had more things to worry about as the stallion stood on his hind legs, both forelegs pawing through the air, getting closer and closer to Thunder's-my favorite pony-delicate head. "NOOOOOOOO!" i screamed at the top of my lungs as the stallion lowered his huge hooves closer, and closer, and closer again, right square on top of Thunder's small head......