heres the prologue... -- Ghost Horse Story

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Date Posted: 17:21:05 07/05/02 Fri
Author: Kara
Subject: heres the prologue...

It was a bright, warm spring evening- the air still and humid from the noontime sun. Flowers bloomed in a multitude (what would u rather have me say- variety? six-pack?) of colors, filling the air with their sweet perfume. Yet admist the fading beauty, still another smell filled the air and lingered there, sinisterly. Death. The acrid stench of smoke, burning wood, and roasting flesh rose to meet the sky. Slaves and servants scarred with burns and stained with soot were frantically screaming, howling in pain and yelling for help, water, their loved ones that were consumed by the living flames. Masses of sweat-soaked people ran into the fire that was rapidly consuming the barn, returning precious minutes later with wild horses, rearing in fear and pain. The panicked horses inside whinnied and screamed as well, their coats flecked with ash and the carefully attended manes and tails smoked with stifled sparks, crying their death with every falling rafter, every lungful of smoke inhaled.
A familiar voice called out to me admist the chaos. My friend, the only human left who saw my fear, and understood it. My fear of the harsh voices, the cracking whip, the unbreakable tethers. This was my boy. My William. Young, brash and thinking himself to be invincible. I tried to reach him first, tried to keep him away. Rearing until I could hold it no longer, I came crashing down upon the thick door that parted us. Sharp splinters dug into my forelegs, blood spurted from the deep cuts, but the door held fast. At that moment my only wish was for a borrowed voice, anything to yell and scream for him to go away, to go back, to leave me. It was no longer safe, I could sense it- but there was no way to make him understand. He kept calling, kept coming, kept trying to tell me that everything would be alright, he was coming. I saw him, a silhouette against the bright flames. His voice was choked with tears, the grime on his face made him almost unrecognizable. Oh, how foolish, how desperate.
A finger of flames licked across the celing and ignited a beam above. I stared in horror as the quickly burning wood cracked and began to break. The horse next to me whinnied in the fear of knowledge, and made one last desperate attempt to escape. It was too late- as he tried to break the door down the beam fell. Please, I prayed, please not me... To me relief-and horror- the beam fell into the the other horse. His black coat caught fire as he was struck in the head and knocked to his knees. The stallion, called Larc, unleashed one last terrified whinny before falling onto his side. William ran forward, but another beam cracked and began to crash down. Unable to tear his eyes away, William watched the heavy log fall. I watched, almost in slow motion, as a second to late William turned to run. Slowly, William crumpled to the ground. Slowly, the wooden beam sizzled against his skin and thudded heavily against the dirt ground. Pain pipped my heart into pieces, I screamed, kicking, pawing rearing. Another crack. Unsupported by its neighbors, the bean above me began to fall. Valiantly, I tried to jump out, but it was too late. I closed my eyes
Suddenly, it was all over. The wooden beams claimed their last victim that night. I didn't feel anything- my mind was still reeling in shock and disbelief. My boy was gone. My mind kept turning over and over his last words, echoing inside my head. His young voice, full of love and pain at the same time. The voice he kept especially for me, his Red. Still it haunts me, always calling, always.
"Red-"

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Re: heres the prologue... -- mandy, 16:11:55 07/06/02 Sat
- Variety. Spell it right. I'll try to find a thesaurus. If you cant guess, my comps working again -- K, 09:38:09 07/07/02 Sun
  - How about array?? -- K, 12:26:30 07/07/02 Sun