A Short Story : A Story?

"Yeah, sure. Do you even know how to ride?" Matteo chuckled, knowing that i had no clue.

“I’m sure we can get you a nice docile pony,” Ann assured her friend. “Lord Donovan, where are we heading?”

A hopeful gleam in her eyes, Moira smiled. "I will keep that in mind," she said as she twitched the reigns just enough to stir the two horses from their peaceful doze.

“Yes sir it does and we’re using what we can now, but the horses are also being used for transportation by

"That´s special! And it´s heavy and big enough to excuse the presence of two servants to carry it."

Merryn shrugged at him. "Ok don't get your tail in a knot!" Merryn takes the horse's reins, and leads it in the forest looking at the map occasionally trying to find another route.

Gawain took the mare’s bridle in his hand. “Come on, pretty girl. Your new home awaits.”

“Do you know any place where we can buy horses? We need to cross the mountains this winter.” Clark and Lewis exclaimed

I grinned, "I may have never left the castle, but that doesn't mean I've never rode a horse."

“I brought just enough gear to last us a few nights,” Jack pointed his thumb to the back.

“ It is supposed to help him get the walking motion of the horse so hopefully one day he will be able to walk with a walker” she said with a big smile on her face.

"No grandfather would dare ride that uncut monster of a stallion you treat like a child," she teased. "Why you don't get him snipped and settle him down I don't know. He's keeping half the mares here looking over their shoulder for him."

When I arrived at the principal office the secretary stared at me in surprise; as if I’d grown a tail and horns, due to the fact that I’ve never even been in trouble before or even yelled at for that matter. She new this because I’d recently held the very respected student job as an assistant secretary under Miss. Ava herself .

It was the third time Nana had sprinted to the bathroom that day. She could not remember the last time she didn't feel her guts tumbling inside her and the intense metallic flavor invading her mouth. Could this be the jinn? she wondered, but then his face materialized in her mind, and her palms began to sweat. This became something almost routinary for her the following weeks, it was easy to conceal her secret without anyone noticing.

Sally stopped at the door to Mary’s bedroom. With a breakfast tray in her hands, Sally carefully opened the door and set the breakfast on Maria’s table. When Maria woke up, Sally got her ready. This was Sally’s daily routine, even in Monticello, Virginia. Sally Hemings was one of Maria’s favorites. Sally had always taken great care of Maria and together, they had a strong bond.