I always wanted my life to mean something. It did, but I’d never expected it to take this turn. Nothing much happened, until one day… ✰✰✰ It started when most of the mares were grazing, me rolling in the grasses. As I got up and shook myself, something caught my eye. I pricked my ears. …
“The Remarkable Life of Rivereye Wanderer” by Sophia J. Read More »
2 months earlier I was splashing around with my friends, Geronimo, and Wakinyan. They are from Mystery’s band, and are older than me. They are 2 and I am only 5 months old. “Whistler, Whistler,” Geronimo called “Come run with us!” “Coming.” I answered and cantered over to them. When I got there they started …
“The Sand Wash Story: Whistler’s Life” by Madeline B. Read More »
As I galloped in a field of flowers with my little sister Azalea, we saw something in the sky. We slowed our pace to a mere trot, then stopping dead in our tracks, we saw a shiny loud thing coming our way in the sky. Little did I know that this thing would destroy my …
Twigs snapped and dry leaves rustled as the Wild ponies of the Blue Mountains took a journey to the small town below. Wild ponies hardly ever visited, it was a rare sight if you ever saw one travelling close to the town. In fact it might even be a once in a lifetime experience for …
The Ghost. That’s what everyone called him. “The Ghost of the Mountains,” they’d say, “one minute you see him, the next he’s gone again, disappearing into thin air like a phantom.” But even a phantom could be caught. Iliana stood in the main road of the small town she called home, watching as a wild …
From the time that I was born, I swore that I would never allow any creature– human, horse, or otherwise– to control me. From my first breath until my last, I would be as free as the winds that swept over the desert plains. Every sensation I felt would be glorious and exhilarating because I …
“Rojo!” The young chestnut stallion Rojo looked up at his majestic father’s call. “Yes. sir?” Rojo asked. He picked his way through the sagebrush towards his chocolate palomino father, Jay. “Do you know how your older brothers have all left the herd?” Jay began. “Yes, father,” Rojo said with a tinge of apprehension in his …
According to my elders, I was born a year after the sky hoarded its waterfalls and the fertile soil turned to dust. While human children listened to legends of dashing chivalrous heroes or fables with wise morals, I grew up on stories murmured through the dry mouths of the curmudgeonly old horses who had gone …
My name is Esperanza. I live amongst the small trees, dry grasses and sands of the desert. A land considered baren by humans and often ignored, left to the wild… home to the mustangs, my family. I am what the humans call a lead mare, that is, after they realized that we horses are not …
Blue; the sliver of a crescent moon gave way to the beautiful blue hue of twilight. The morning was nearing and faint silhouettes of a dozen wild horses dotted the arid landscape. Protective mothers guided their fragile foals down the rock-covered paths and into the valley to feed on small shrubs and the delicious springtime …
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