Santa knelt beside Bishop’s frozen form, his breath curling in the icy air. His gloved hand trembled slightly as he rested it on his best friend’s shoulder. Trying to talk through the cold mist, he said, glancing up at me:

“Rudolph… status?”

“North Pole is down. Your wife was still inside. And they took Ponia,” I stated hurriedly.

“It’s just us then,” he said blankly, a bit of mist forming in h...

The horses in the stable were wild with fear. Their hooves struck the wooden walls with an unrelenting force, sending sharp cracks into the air. Finn, my most dependable mare, backed into the corner of her stall, trembling. Her nostrils flared, her breath came in frantic bursts, and her dark eyes darted to every shadow. The others were no better—pacing, snorting, tossing their heads, their fear co...

The horses were the first sign, they always were when a storm was brewing.

Ben knew all too well - the frantic stomping, shrilling noises and the large wide eyes that reflected every flicker of lightning jutting dow from the darkened sky. By the time the first sound of thunder rolled across the farm, the stable was in chaos.

“Easy now,” Ben whispered. His hands raised in a calming gesture that ...

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the storm to come in the early dawn. They could smell the chaos brewing in the air. They could sense the impending disaster with every crack of thunder. They reared on their hind legs as black clouds rolled in from the West, robbing the farm of a full moon’s light. In the darkness, only one thing was for certain: it wouldn’t be long until blood floo...

The horses in the stable went wild, they knew the storm was coming.

But then again, anyone could see the dark clouds looming in the distance. The black cloud a wall against the bright blue of the sky over our little inn.

“Don’t just stand there boy, go rein them in!” Shouts Mr. Bard from inside the kitchen. He limps out the door and glares as he adds, “I don’t pay ya to stand around like a usele...

The horses in the stable went wild, they knew of the storm coming. The wind was picking up now as the dark clouds rolled in above. My parents still weren’t home. It was nearly 6:00 now, they should have been home over an hour ago. My little sister Tessa begins to cry in the next room, just as thunder began to roar outside. She was getting hungry and the goldfish crackers were no longer satisfying ...

The breeze flows throught the wheat field, it’s been a cool day on the farm. As the wind trail ruffles the stray hay in the barn, Beretta munches on her lunch chewing lazily, Rosita is lapping up her fresh water, and Beatrice is asleep standing up. “Boy, those mare’s have the life”, I thought with my muddy boots up reading my favorite mystery novel “Snakes in the Desert.”

I’ve been up pushing th...

The horses in the stable went wild, they knew of the storm coming. She, however, sat at her desk unaware that a dark cloud made its way through the clear blue skies, searching for a place to stay and release its torrent of fluvial distress. She lived alone in a small homestead nestled on a piece of fenced land that felt like a little world of its own. Two cats wove between her legs, their purring...

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the coming storm. They felt it in their bones. Something was wrong, deeply wrong. Inside, the halter chains rattled and shook, wild with their fear, as the horses reared and bucked, thundering against the earth in frantic unison. The old, weathered walls trembled, shedding flakes of red-orange paint that swirled through the air like sparks from a fi...

The sky grew darker with each passing minute. Elizabeth watched from the porch as the farm boy raced across the green pasture to find safety in the barn. Elizabeth never felt safe in there, as if something or someone was watching her… She never felt safe alone, but she was almost twenty-one and she didn’t have time to entertain childish thoughts. In reality, she thought there was probably some ki...