Evie walked through the stable doors, unaware of the loud piercing whinny that rang through the air.

She pushed past the piles and piles of old Christmas decorations, saddle blankets, and rugs. The dust gathered around her, the musty smell of horse manuer making her gag.

The ground shook, and she grabbed the nearest object and clung to it like a bug.

The shaking stopped, and she continued her sear...

Horses in the storm

Ran away...

The horse became restless they felt some thing

Trampling on the ground their feet trotting.

Rumbling in distance of thunder and rain.

Premonition of something happening in the air.

The air aura of silence in this room and in the darkness of the night.

Emotions run deep and high and the sky is full with tears...

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the coming storm. After months of the same routines with the same noises and smells, the twenty horses spread down the alley knew exactly what was in store for them. Their bodies reacted to the stimulation around them before their minds could find any sort of rationalization or recognition of what was about to happen. The pawing of hooves and the ch...

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the coming storm.

The cops came for my mama that day, dragging her away in rusted handcuffs that seemed too tight.

"Don't worry," she told me with a kiss to my forehead.

"I'll get an appeal," she told me.

I didn't know what an appeal was back then and I didn't know now. All I knew was that mama didn't get one.

The cops told me mama was tak...

There was a word for it, a lucid dreamer, someone who can navigate the sea of dreams. Faster and faster the carriage raced. Lightning flashed. The horses screams as she yanked on the reins. Rounding a curve, she careened over the edge and fell down forever. She reached up for that word. it escaped.

Still wrestling with the vestiges of a dream, Jasmine fought the morning. As a farmer’s daughter s...

They knew it was coming. And they wanted to get away from it.

The storm wasn’t even on the radar, yet every horse in the barn knew.

Even the mousing cats and barn sparrows knew it was coming.

The humans would notice eventually, whether by light showers or being bucked off into the mud.

The storm was coming. Thunder would crash and lightning would strike.

The horses knew, and they foresaw the dange...

We were out for a walk with the two humans riding us. There normal talkitve chatter was replaced with a dark somber quiet. The humans have gone quiet before be they were content with the quiet. Now they were definitely not. They had this invisible cloud over them that smelt of metal and salt. It felt jagged,cold ,and sharp. I cloud was darkening quickly I could feel the female tighten her figure....

“What’s all the noise in the stable about?” My mother, the owner of this farm said. She pointed toward the direction of the stable.

“I’ll go check” I uttered to my mother, and then I ran to the stable. The stable was mostly fine except for the horses, they have went wild and I has no idea why. It’s strange, the horses were usually quiet and chill.

“How troubling, I’m certain they wouldn’t stop ...

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the coming storm. They were pacing nervously at first, but soon enough they started rearing up and neighing vigorously. There was something in the air as dusk drew near. You could almost smell it in the acrid scent of the earth and the grass. But no one was paying attention to the stables or to the horses. The house was alight with joy and comfort t...