“The Horse that doesn’t seem like a real horse” Part 1
Heather Goodhem was picking weeds in her garden while the sun was slowly sinking down into the horizon. She looked up from her work and brushed her brown hair out of her face to see a strange thing. A bird the size of a man! Or was it a bird? It looked more like a man than a bird, and it was coming right towards her! No wait. It’s heading towards Glipwood Forest! She realized that she was holding her breath and let it out in a “woosh!”.
I hope I was just imagining that.
She got back to her work and breathed in a deep breath of the dirt like smell of the air. She was nearly done by the time the sun was becoming into the moon. She got up from the ground and started to her house but then there was a sound that stopped her mid-step.
Her curiosity got the best of her so she stepped towards the sound. She saw something so amazing that she pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. A black and white spotted horse. For the horse’s, beauty was so amazing it swept away Heather's breath. It had a black coat and white blotches here and there, its mane a bright stream of silver, and it seemed to float instead of walk when it moved. Heather stepped closer to the horse for it seemed to be as calm as the breeze on summer evenings.
The horse stepped towards her and nuzzled Heather's outstretched hand. The horse's breath felt like the sun beaming down on a flourishing flower.
Heather petted the horse's nose; it was softer than a cloud itself. Then the horse was gone as fast as it came.
Nice! Can't wait to see what happens next!