Mitty - The horse story

[the outdoorsman]

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Bye (lol)

Why da hugs?

 

[laceynoelle]

Gosh guys, lol,

 

[CapricornFarm]

Why is everyone suddenly posting on a story thread? There are lots of chat threads you could use.

 

[laceynoelle]

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Well, I posted because as you see, Ive not done before and I'd like to keep track of Mitty, shes is a seriously sketchy spot right now. I mean, is Alastair going to save the fillies, and put the welfare of his entire herd at risk, or is he going to take the smarter, less couragious route and walk away from Mitty and Agnes? There are so many factors at play here. Who knew that there could be horse villians? It makes sense, and I cant believe I never considered it before. After years of reading fiction, you'd think I'd catch that one. But I didnt! That makes this story line even more epic and amazing!! Poor Mitty has already overcome so much in her short life, why does she need to come to more hardships? Is it because she's young and foolish? All we can do now is hope for a happy turn in the plot. So as you see, I've put a bit of thought into this, and it would really bum me out if I lost track of the story now. Like every other reader, Im sitting here quietly hoping Mitty and Agnes will get away from the bad horses, and will be okay. And the larger part of me is wondering if there's going to be a sequel, considering the artisic value and orriginality of this gripping story. Saying somthing like "Gr8 Stry!!" Seemed a little lame to keep this thread marked. After reading through 15 pages of pure genius epicness, I had to post somthing. Considering the brilliant author, WooingWyandotte didnt seem to mind the briefly random posting, I added my bit. I honestly hope I've provided a good explanation for your concern.

 

[CapricornFarm]

You can always subscribe to the thread and you get an email every time you post. Of course it gets annoying when there is too much chit chat.
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[WooingWyandotte]

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Well, I posted because as you see, Ive not done before and I'd like to keep track of Mitty, shes is a seriously sketchy spot right now. I mean, is Alastair going to save the fillies, and put the welfare of his entire herd at risk, or is he going to take the smarter, less couragious route and walk away from Mitty and Agnes? There are so many factors at play here. Who knew that there could be horse villians? It makes sense, and I cant believe I never considered it before. After years of reading fiction, you'd think I'd catch that one. But I didnt! That makes this story line even more epic and amazing!! Poor Mitty has already overcome so much in her short life, why does she need to come to more hardships? Is it because she's young and foolish? All we can do now is hope for a happy turn in the plot. So as you see, I've put a bit of thought into this, and it would really bum me out if I lost track of the story now. Like every other reader, Im sitting here quietly hoping Mitty and Agnes will get away from the bad horses, and will be okay. And the larger part of me is wondering if there's going to be a sequel, considering the artisic value and orriginality of this gripping story. Saying somthing like "Gr8 Stry!!" Seemed a little lame to keep this thread marked. After reading through 15 pages of pure genius epicness, I had to post somthing. Considering the brilliant author, WooingWyandotte didnt seem to mind the briefly random posting, I added my bit. I honestly hope I've provided a good explanation for your concern.

Thank you! That's really encouraging. I have planned chapters out and I bet you can't guess whats gonna happen next!

I do have to say though I was totally at a loss for what to write next when she got captured. I was banging my head against the wall...thinking up plots than not liking them. Till I asked my awesome little brother what he thought would be a good idea and he immediatley gave me the general direction I could go, without him this story would've ended up pretty lame. And, I'm not going to make this a sequel, I don't want it to be mushy...but it will have a fair amount of romance. I hope the upcoming chapters aren't too violent. Violent as in I don't know how an 8 year old would act if he/she read them....I guess with all the violent movies some kids watch these days this story would be fine, I'm not sure. But anyways, thanks so much for that review!

I like truthful input on my writing.

 

[pekinduck<3er]

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MORE!!!MORE!!!!!!

I'm waiting patiently,thats very unusual for me

LOL

 

[wildriverswolf90]

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[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 16 1/2

Sheftu lifted his curvy neck to smell the dusty wind. He snorted, staisfied they were going in the right direction. They had been traveling the desert plain for some hours now and he was hot and irratible. The sun was blazing and the wind was blowing sheets of dust along the plain, making it hard to see and breathe. Sheftu sighed, wishing this assignment was over, but pressing himself on, he whinnied for the other stallions: "Eyes to Sheftu!" They all snapped their heads up, straining to hear his words lest they be carried away by the wind. Sheftu, pleased at the abrupt obedience went on in a menacing voice "Soon we will be out of this waste land, and on to our mission! We must make haste. Or Mourir will not be pleased. Follow me, when we reach the lone willow I will give directions. Off we go! And make haste, you stubborn fools!" Sheftu wheeled, his big bayness shining metallicly in the sun, then he stalked off at a fast walk, determined to out-do this infernal wind!

2 1/2 hours later the wind had gentled to a mild breeze, just enough to play with a mane and tail. The hot, dusty sand was replaced with soft grass, but despite the peacefulness, the atmosphere seemed cruel and dark. Sheftu disliked this place, every horse did and stayed well away from it. No one, not even the humans going on trail rides could put their finger on it. The place seemed to lull you into gazing at it, waiting to put you to sleep. Every tree seemed like something dark. As you got deeper into the beautiful place the feelings and pressures of sitting in your soul, wasting your life away and wondering got more intense. In the middle of this place stood the Lone Willow. The deepest place of all. It's like a nagging silence with secrets so deep...you couldn't understand, and you were always on your edge...trembling at every fleeting shadow, eyeing the bone-white beeches, wondering if the leaves were really made of silver. Then slipping into a trail of thoughts and ponderings so deep, you are deaf and dumb to the real world....that was the creepiness of this place. It wanted to keep you, it wanted to have you there just for the sheer joy of having a living thing of it's own to watch as it stared and pondered. No one liked this place. No one understood this place. But this was the Meeting Place. That's how Mourir liked it. Mourir was the leader, the stallions mission was to go capture breeding mares and bring them back. ScarFace was his son. He ruled the stallions with an iron hand. They lived in fear of him, constantly.
Anyways, back to the story. Sheftu had arrived at the Meeting Place, fighting those nagging feelings that I have described. He led all the stallions...they looked a little 'out of it'. When he reached the bone-smooth willow he turned and faced them. His face twitching, he boomed "Is everyone listening?" Heads snapped up and clouded eyes cleared. "Good. Now, our job is to rob Bellmont Training of all them fine brood mares, we have to go about that carefully. Bellmont Training has guards on those mares, including vicious guard dogs............."
As his plan unfolded the stallions began to smirk and laugh, deep guttural laughs.

The next morning, Bellmont Training was awake bright and early. The grooms were saddling horses and the arena being cleaned. A certain stable boy was mucking out a stall when he heard a clattering of hooves. Annoyed, he glanced up thinking Did a horse get out? he was surprised with a hoof print in his face. He dropped with a thud to the ground and the speckled stallion knickered "All's clear." Two more stallions (A chestnut and a black) trotted up behind him. A burly man emerged from a stall and, seeing the loose horses proceeded to quietly grab a rope. The stallions neighed and shot past him (knocking him over) into the stable yard. Suddenly, Tthe whole place was in an uproar! Men grabbing ropes, kids screaming and running around, grooms shouting, and horses whinnying - excited at seeing three new ones. People came from all over with ropes, halters and lassoes then eventually they got the three big stallions cornered and caught. (They stallions later escaped and rejoined Sheftu's brigade.)
Meanwhile, the broodmare paddocks were being busted open with strong hooves, and dozens of mares running out! Aghast at all the handsome 'stallions'. Sheftu combed the ranch for anymore mares, then setting off towards the waving grasses he thundered through. Followed by almost seventy mares and thirty six stallions. They passed the Meeting Place up and proceeded across the desert and towards where they'd meet up with ScarFace.
Well thought out, Sheftu! Won't Mourir be especially pleased?
Little did they know what would await them!

 

[Theeggboxtoo]