Creative Writing: Sora's Hooves

Standing on his hind legs, this rare andalucian stallion is fearless. His ears are turned back while his noble looking head is held high. His all black coat glistens in the late afternoon sun. His face displays a strong confidence with his nostrils flared, his veins bulging from his cheek bones, and his fiery black eyes burning holes into the souls of those who stare into them. His neck muscles are tensed and thickened with adrenalin. His black main is thrown into the wind like a flag rippling in the winds of a tornado. His muscular front legs are brought up to his chest displaying his flashing gray hooves that could crush a man's scull with one blow. His backbone and underbelly are held almost straight up and his hind quarters are tensed.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

Amberly’s head was pounding now. She has had a headache for a month because her thoughts in her head were running crazy. She took a glance at her reflection in the mirror and reached out to touch the image of herself. A tear slowly rolled down her rosy cheek as the thoughts of choosing between her brother and best friend.

In Anniston, Abra opened her eyes and drew a large, gasping breath. Rather than jewels, her tears resembled a steadily rushing stream. She held her neck gingerly, rubbing at it and at the same time attempting to conceal her injury from her parents. It was sore, and she knew it would hurt even more later.

I had been crying since I woke up that day and I was still crying. My sobs had droned on in the background as this stranger touched and sifted and opened each tiny piece of my life. As I watched her, I thought about how private my backpack and its contents always seemed. They were mine, They were to be kept or revealed as I saw fit. But now, I was in the

The world blurred before him, his eyes unable to focus due to the pain he was in. Sound rang through his ears as another slap struck his face, delivered to him by his torturer. Sheril was violent and overemotional, beating Lavi into submission and then soothing the wounds he’d caused. He’d proclaim his love for the redhead and then break another bone. Lavi had lost count of how many had been crushed, how many scars he’d gained. Even with his excellent memory, when he tried to think of the old panda or those he knew at the Order, Lavi kept drawing blanks. All he knew anymore was the man in front of him.

The woman’s quest seized after she fell sick with an unforgiving illness. The family that she had never knew about the key, and so no one could continue her quest. The important people in her life never let her down, and she them. Everyone around Ingrid would always feel loved, because she had so much love to give, despite her own unfortunate predicaments. She died later that year, her soul floating to the heaven in the sky she’s always known.

Ela’s fingers twitched and green light sprouted from her fingertips, hitting the Dailiar rock noiselessly. Her magic had an array of different shades of green, some dark, some bright. Then, oddly, vines started to creep up the Dailiar rock, twisting around it and growing flowers. Ela brought her hands down in surprise. The vines receded. “How did that happen?” Ela asked with a high pitched confused tone. The queen shrugged, “You're the one who did it, you made it happen.” Ela frowned, confusion still painting her

After the breakfast, mom starts to wash the dishes and the other family members went back to their room to finish packing. While Farah, the mom, was washing the dishes, her eyes started to fill up with crystal drops. Even though she tried to be strong in front of her kids, she couldn’t hide her fears. “I wish I could have been nicer to them. I wish I didn’t yell at them whenever they asked me questions. I wish… I wish this… this situation was just a dream. A nightmare. I wish I can open my eyes and everything will be just like a normal day.” She closes her eyes and tries not to make any noise. As they say the last good bye to their house, friends, neighbors, and country, they feel relief yet depressed. On the boat, there were more than 500 hundreds people, trying to escape Afghanistan. The boat was so dense that Abiba

She couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred directly before her eyes. “At least I still have you Oscar” she muttered through her relentless sobbing. Suddenly, a dark cloud formed overhead. This was especially peculiar. It had been an immensely bright and sunny day. But nevertheless, an unexpected bolt of lightning crashed down and struck Alphonsé. The caterpillar smoked and sizzled in Bella’s palm. The exceedingly traumatized, little girl was now wailing hysterically due to the awful tragedy that her eyes had just

The rain was pouring down as if the world knew of what cruel fate has been foretold. The pitter patter of the rain seemed endless. Time seemed to slow down to a stop, where I was in a continuous motion of self-conflict to decide if I wanted to try and persuade Rahim anymore. I was in a motion of self-doubt whether or not it was up to me to accept what my best friend wants, but is it necessarily what is the best for him? The car’s lights cut through the rain revealing what was in front of us. How I wished that there would suddenly be an accident that would stop us from going to the bus stop, yet I was duty bound and I had to do the right thing, even though I hold a vast amount of grudge against it. Inside the car there was a sense of static within the air, Rahim was holding his child in the back with silent tears rolling down their faces, whilst I couldn’t shed a single tear, even for my brother or son as they were about to leave my world.

She began playing with the ends of her red hair which had already been brushed through, twirling the ends of it around her fingers. While Kyleigh continued with her hair, Cat looked up towards the picture on the wall. The twelve of them, ten years ago, with both their mother and father with them. She felt a sort of guilt and sadness puff into her stomach everytime she looked at the picture and her mother. Cat was five when she had died and nobody told her why. She'd ask Brandy, her second oldest sister because she was once scared of Kyleigh. Brandy had told her not to ask about her ever again and for ten years Cat never knew the reason. She felt sadness for she missed her mother, but the guilt always seem larged, to take up more room because she couldn't really remember Mother. She was just this woman with red hair and blue eyes who Cat resembled and when she had died, she watched her sister cry but she didn't feel anything. No tears came to her eyes but yet the puff filled her stomach and made her want to be sick because she knew she was doing something wrong, that she should be crying, so she forced herself to be sad whenever Mother was mentioned, which had now become rare, even none existant. She believed the guilt would go if she forced herself to be upset, but it seemed to have made it worse for somewhere in the back of her mind, Cat's brain always knew she was

Damien serenely peering into the aisle. My trainer had asked me to ride him. As I picked his hooves and curried his chestnut flanks, he was as tranquil as autumn leaves in a gentle breeze until he saw the saddle, then he became a tornado whirling around the center of the stall.

On the night her beloved sister disappeared, her world shattered. Broken was her heart in such a way that the splinters were impossible to find and even more so to put together. Duska could feel nothing in that moment but a cool numbness in the wake of her sister's actions. All that was left to Duska was a note, a letter if you will.