I love the creative side of me that has come out in
this blogging world!!!
I came up with an idea and want to go with it.
I am going to start a story, and I am hoping you,
my blogging friends will finish it.
I haven't seen this around, so I am hoping
we can have some fun!!!
Here are the rules
It's simple!!!
I will start the story.
You will add to it.
Write your lines in 50 words or less
in the comment section.
Make sure you read the comments before you,
your part of the story follows.
Then go for it!!!
I will leave it open for seven days.
Go back as often as you like and write.
At the end of five days, I will post OUR STORY!!!
Here it goes!!!
"In The Still Of The Night"
It was a dark and stormy night;
the rain fell in torrents...except at occasional intervals,
when there was a violent gust of wind.
Dusty Devoe
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Thunder crashed and lightning burst in the dark sky illuminating the small herd of horses.
They had sought out what shelter they could find in the scrubby brush. Huddled together they shivered as their rain-soaked hides were chilled further by the wind.
The herd of wild Mustangs were just trying to ride out the storm. After the long and relentless rain shower, the thunder and lightening was only heard in the distance.
Day was breaking, the sun was coming up. The Mustangs sighed........What was to become of this day?
As the sun's rays touched their mangled coats it's warmth began to radiate in their still chilled bones. In the distance arching over the valley was a brillant rainbow stretching from one mountain top to another. Basking in the warmth the herd slowly began to lower their heads to nibble at the sweet grass at their feet.
When the sun was a bit higher in the sky, and the shadows short, the herd slowly gathered around the lead mare. Ever so slightly heads began to dip, as they dozed to catch up on sleep missed during the previous night's storm. Suddenly, the stallion's alert ears twitched...detecting a faint sound in the distance.
He knew that danger was not far away.He listened ever so closely. He knew that he did not have much time to get his family to safety. He turned and looked at his herd and realized just how much they all depended upon him.
The lead mare, alerted by the stallion, lifted her velvety black muzzle and sniffed the wind. She heard the faint sound of the helicopter, but overriding that she could smell the fire. She wheeled and snorted, and struck out at a trot, the stallion urging the herd to follow.
The herd began to run across the damp, red earth. There was panic in the way they galloped as the helicopter passed over them and circled. The herd broke in two as they started down a steep, rocky embankment, towards the creek. As they neared the bottom, several horses began to cross the creek, swollen from the rains the night before. A mare and her foal stopped and paced the water's edge, the mare sensing the swiftly moving current was too strong and deep for her foal to navigate.
The stallion stopped when he saw the mare’s hesitation. He called to her and impatiently; he struck the ground. The mare stepped back. She glanced behind her as if to look for another way out. The foal hid behind his dam, fearful of the sounds above and the raging water in front of him.
Then all of a sudden..there was a loud crack as the ground started to give way beneath the very hoofs of the two scared horses. The frightened mare instinctively knew she had to get across the swollen river and bring herself and her frightened baby to safety....
So she did the only thing she could with moments to spare....
She jumped. It was their only chance. Hoping with every fiber of her being that her baby would follow her into the murky, fast moving water. He did, the stallion bringing up the rear. They got halfway across when suddenly, out of nowhere...
Here come the Pony Cousins to the rescue thundering down the small trail path that led down to the river's edge. Copper Pony's Cowgirl leading with her trusty mount Dusty Devoe. They had been on one of their yearly riding adventures out on the range then decided to go into the woods for a ride before the sun went down. Paint Girl mentioned she heard a faint sound off in the distance that sounded like horses in distress. When they reached the small clearing, couldn't help but to feel sorry for the foal. So with one swing of her rope Copper Pony's CG caught the little sorrel colt and brought him to safety as they all knew he wouldn't have made it through the currents. He reminded her so much of her boy. He had a soft little eye just like him. He was too worn out to put up much of fight. She was proud how DD pulled him out of the water so calmly. Pony Girl got off My Boy, bent down to take off the rope when suddenly she felt a horse nuzzling the nape of her neck gently. It was the mare..they all just stood in amazement. She was seemingly saying thank you and the horses all walked safely away. Meanwhile, Jesse's Desert Rose had set up camp with lots of good food and of course a round of Mimosas for all.....(sorry...being a true cowgirl, I broke the rules with more than 50 words but I couldn't resist bringing in the PC...hope I got the names right)! What a great idea you had!
It was a beautiful sight, watching the horses all walk away, spent, tired, appearing so greatful that they were all together again. So, the Pony cousins headed back to camp and were thrilled to find a warm fire and Desert Roses perfect Mimosas waiting for them.
What a great story we all came up with here -- and so many things to Blue Eyed Tango for the perfect ending!!!! Bravo!
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