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    02-23-2008, 05:49 PM
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Story for assignment

This is a story I wrote fr an assignment someone gave me a while ago. I had to write a short story. The same story twice, once with the longest sentences possible and once with the shortest sentences possible. I'll post both.. up to you if you want to read just one or both :)

I softly stroked the horse’s neck, a tear rolling down my cheek, while sniffing and grabbing a bunch of manes before burying my face in her fur. She nuzzled my neck with her soft nose, as if to comfort me, and I let a faint smile escape my lips when she pushed me gently, apparently trying to tell me something.
I looked at her with a questioning look that said ‘what is it?’ while I wiped away the tears from my cheeks and eyes with the back of my hand.
She looked back at me with a tender look, heaving her head a little, touching my forehead with her nose, making me feel warm and loved inside. I smiled and thought about how she always managed to make me smile one way or another, either by acting so silly I just had to laugh, or, like now, by doing sweet, loving things like giving me small kisses and blow through my hair with her warm breath. While I was thinking, my hand slowly moved over her neck, the strokes getting longer and longer, until I was stroking her gently from her neck all the way to her tail, my hands lingering every time they passed her back.
When my hands were touching the fur on her back again, she turned her head a bit and moved it up and down, nodding and softly whinnying.
I moved my other hand to her back as well, while grabbing a bunch of manes and clutching it tightly in my fist before half jumping, half pulling myself onto her back.
Amazement, a feeling of surprise and extreme happiness shot through my body the minute I was sitting on her back and she whinnied cheerfully as she slowly began to walk and I was feeling as though I’d just conquered the word and all of my sadness and fear was gone in a single movement of her leg.
I’d spent hours and hours in the paddock with her any time I felt sad or scared, and she’d comfort me, but I’d never ridden her because I was afraid to disgrace her since my mother had told me she’d thrown the best riders of the village off her back. They probably tried to ride her with whips and spurs…poor horse!
But now, after hours of letting me sob against her neck and nuzzling me when I needed it, she had wanted me to ride her and honestly, I felt honored.
She started to move faster, and although I’d never ridden bareback before (which she seemed to notice, and I noticed she’d noticed), I knew exactly what to do and where to put my hands and all the other things you need to know…I just knew them.
Suddenly, she started speeding up, and while she went from a walk to a trot, and from a trot to a canter, and then from a canter to a full gallop, I noticed why she was running faster: she was going to jump.
Funny enough, I wasn’t scared at all even though it was a high fence and I’d never jumped before (with or without a saddle), but I enjoyed the feeling of the wind going through my hair, I felt how she lifted her front legs to jump and as soon as her hind legs left contact with the ground, I felt stronger, happier and more free than I’d ever felt before, in my entire life, and I felt how my lips curled into the widest smile you’ve ever seen when she hit the ground again with her four feet, and started galloping off, towards the horizon.




I softly stroked the horse’s neck. A tear rolled down my cheek. I sniffed and grabbed a bunch of manes. Then I buried my face in her fur. She nuzzled my neck with her soft nose, as if to comfort me. I let a faint smile escape my lips when she pushed me gently. Apparently, she was trying to tell me something.
I looked at her with a questioning look that said ‘what is it?’. I wiped away the tears from my cheeks and eyes with the back of my hand.
She looked back at me with a tender look. She heaved her head a little and touched my forehead with her nose. It made me feel warm and loved inside. I smiled and thought about how she always managed to make me smile one way or another. It was either by acting so silly I just had to laugh, or, like now, by doing sweet, loving things. Like giving me small kisses and blow through my hair with her warm breath. While I was thinking, my hand slowly moved over her neck. The strokes got longer and longer, until I was stroking her gently from her neck all the way to her tail. My hands lingered every time they passed her back.
When my hands were touching the fur on her back again, she turned her head a bit and moved it up and down. She nodded and whinnied softly.
I moved my other hand to her back as well. I grabbed a bunch of manes and clutched it tightly in my fist. I half jumped, half pulled myself onto her back.
I felt amazed, surprised and extremely happy as soon as I sat on her back. She whinnied cheerfully as she slowly began to walk. I felt as though I’d just conquered the word. All of my sadness and fear was gone in a single movement of her leg.
I’d spent hours and hours in the paddock with her any time I felt sad or scared and she’d comfort me. But I’d never ridden her. I was afraid to disgrace her. My mother had told me she’d thrown the best riders of the village off her back. They probably tried to ride her with whips and spurs…poor horse!
But now, after hours of letting me sob against her neck and nuzzling me when I needed it, she had wanted me to ride her. Honestly, I felt honored.
She started to move faster. Although I’d never ridden bareback before (which she seemed to notice, and I noticed she’d noticed) I knew exactly what to do and where to put my hands and all the other things you need to know…I just knew them.
Suddenly, she started speeding up. While she went from a walk to a trot, and from a trot to a canter, and then from a canter to a full gallop, I noticed why she was running faster: she was going to jump.
Funny enough, I wasn’t scared at all even though it was a high fence and I’d never jumped before (with or without a saddle). I rather enjoyed the feeling of the wind going through my hair. I felt how she lifted her front legs to jump. As soon as her hind legs left contact with the ground, I felt stronger, happier and more free than I’d ever felt before, in my entire life. I felt how my lips curled into the widest smile you’ve ever seen when she hit the ground again with her four feet, and started galloping off, towards the horizon.
     

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