Ok, so I decided to start over completely, adding and getting rid of things and trying to improve things over all. I’m basically copying, pasting, editing and then posting, so if you find mistakes mentioned before, and you don’t feel like repeating, don’t ;).
I watched the waves crash against the white sand. They made a soft, soothing sound, mixing with the sound of the hoof beats of my pony. The water was a very light blue, like the water you see in pictures of hidden away islands, undiscovered by humanity.
The ocean lay to my right, with big blue mountains to my left. The mountains were closer than one might think, yet, they seemed far. Almost as if nobody can ever reach them. The feeling made me feel empty, and a longing clenched my heart into a tight fist, never to be released. The scene was rather perfect, as perfect as the human eye could process. The pony beneath me only added to the beauty. I looked down and stroked the little gelding's pitch black neck. The love I felt for my trusty steed banished the aching I had felt before.
"Almost there sleepy head, what about you pick up the pace for the last bit?" I asked the sleepy pony. Of course, he didn't answer, just trudged on. But sometimes I knew that he would answer, sometimes I swear he did. Our bond was just that deep.
I was far too big for the pony, called Moon. My mother had named him for the crescent-shaped white smudge between his eyes. I wanted to name him something fancier, but mother insisted that it suited him. I knew now that it was true, considering how dark he sometimes was. I frowned. He was a bit of a strange pony, but I loved him none the less. My feet trailed just above the ground, but the island's native ponies were strong and well bred, and my weight didn't bother him much.
Suddenly he snorted and threw up his head, causing me to lose my balance a bit. "Pretending to shy at something I see?" I said. Moon always did that. This time he had been a bit more gentle about it. I often fell off, but never got hurt. I was far too close to the ground for that.
I squeezed my calves against his barrel and he broke unwillingly into a trot. His spine hurt my butt, since I was riding without a saddle, but it didn’t bother me. I have been riding like this for years. He chomped on the bit all the way to the passageway.
We entered it, and giant black rock walls soared up, up, up above our heads, forming a wide tunnel-like passage to the village. As soon as you entered, the temperature dropped, and it was a little spooky. As if a ghost’s wail or shriek would sound at any minute. The thought sent shivers down my spine. The village was called Harrison, after some Englishman who had discovered it. It was one of those fairytale villages, where there was no poor or middleclass. Only the rich, richer and richest. My father was the mayor, and therefore we fell into the richest category.
We lived on a giant piece of land on the far side of the village. You could almost call it a small farm, but it might be a bit bigger than that.
Suddenly Moon slowed and I was pulled out of my thoughts. We were passed underneath the big wooden arch, roses growing up the sides of it. I gazed up to the silver lettering that read "Harrison".
I greeted a bunch of people as I rode through the main street, which was lined by shops on either side. I turned left about halfway through the street. Big houses and several mansions soon replaced the shops on either side of the street. Ponies and horses grazed in paddocks on most properties. This was my favorite part of the ride; gazing at all the pretty houses, horses and ponies. Here and there a dog could be spotted, even though the people here preferred more exotic pets.
I had a dog of my own, a big Rhodesian ridgeback bitch named Cherry. She had a more brownish tint to her coat than red, and she had beautiful, beautiful yellow eyes. Oh, how I adored her eyes. So full of emotion and passion, they were something to admire indeed.
Harrison was big on horse riding; 90% of the people had a horse or pony. We had no boarding facilities, since everyone kept their own horses, but we did have a lot of rings and arenas. They were as common as parks would be in another place.
I think I might have broken the paragraphs too much *blush* :)