|rissaxbmth ||12-17-2010 02:08 AM |
My First Story
Excitement filled the air and the large indoor arena held hundreds, if not thousands of people. Talking was replaced with applause as Ginger Williams trotted her chestnut, 16.2 hand Selle Francias gelding into the ring. "Next up is Ginger Williams and her mount Restless Thunder." The ring got silent and all Ginger could focus on was the large jumps in front of her. Even at almost Grand Prix level, Ginger still got nervous at shows. Ginger pushed Thunder into a steady collected canter as she did a lap around the ring and headed for the first jump. Her heart felt as if it was in rythm with the horse's powerful canter. She sat deep in her saddle and popped up into her jumping position as the gelding leaped into the air. It felt like eternity but she finally landed safely and no rails were hit, but this was only the first jump. Her eyes scanned the ring and fixated on the next jump, a large yellow oxer. Ginger held her breath and guided Thunder to the next, she felt his muscles tense and he soared over the oxer like it was nothing. Ginger felt the steeds breath increase, each stride seemed like an hour. Soon the pair had accomplished every jump perfectly and the last jumps were a complicated combination. Ginger closed her eyes and urged Thunder toward the first vertical. The first combination jump was a breeze and the horse didn't even blink. 'one, two, UP!' Ginger thought as she flew into the air. As she landed a loud thud filled the air and the gasps of the audience soon followed. The riders hopes fell onto the ground and Thunder trampled over top of them. "Clear round from Ginger Williams and Restless Thunder!" The announcer said over the speaker. She put her fist into the air and hugged her team mate. They trotted out of the ring and Ginger dismounted. They walked to the stable area. Ginger stood by until it was time for the jump off. About a half hour of impatiently waiting Ginger's name was called to go into the jump off. Thunder snorted as she mounted and walked into the ring again. She took a deep breath and looked around. The jumps were a lot more complicated, higher, and the strides were unpredictable. She did her routine of cantering a small lap before her first jump, a green and white vertical. Thunder pushed forward and sailed over the jump with ease, making it seem effortless. The team sharply turned to the left and leaped over a water jump placed in the center of the ring. Another high verical was placed in front of them and Thunder left out a stride to jump early. Ginger thought her heart had stopped beating, the ground was getting closer to her and Thunder was no longer under her. The crowd gasped in terror.
This is not finished. I could use some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I haven't wrote in a LONG time and this my very first horse story. To me it seems like I need more detail. I'll post more to it if I get positive feed back (: