Storymakers: Getaways and Rescues

Storymakers: Getaways and Rescues

By Kelsey
Sixth Grade
Key Peninsula Middle School
Lakebay, WA

Pound, pound, pound! The sound of my hooves beating the earth filled my ears. I was running, just running. That was my only way I could vent, get my feelings out in an effective way. Running was my emblem; the way other horses could tell I was free.

POUND! Pound! POUND! Pound! I skidded to a halt as sudden loud, thunderous hooves mixed mine, soft and and agile. The other hooves did the same. I automatically swiveled my head, almost afraid to find out what was behind me. A large, monstrous horse - could've been a shire - Stood behind me, expectantly; as if waiting for me to speak first.

"Err-hello..." I said slowly, uncomfortably. He only shook his head sadly at my words.

"I'm sorry, Brooke." That was my name. This was a very bad sign.

"What-," My words broke off as I realized what he was doing. The large horse lurched forward, towards me, a very swift movement on his part.

I knew that for my herd, I should've taken this death sentence and gone with it. However, I also knew, and several other horses knew that I did not deserve this sentence.

I was faster than the shire. My hooves felt almost like I was trying to beat the earth. I galloped in place for less than a moment, and then started to move. This all happened so fast that I had not realized that my left flank was severely bruised and bleeding. He had caught my back end right as I had lunged forward. Well, at least it wasn't in my chest.

Not daring to look back, lest I fall, I hurried away from the scene, as fast as I could while still caring for my wound. I tore some cobweb from the plant nearest to me, placing it carefully upon my wound, caressing the new tender area on my flank. I knew which herbs and things to use for a wound, as my mother believed in healing with natural sources. Cobweb was the best for an open wound. My tan flanks were caked with mud, and matted with dry blood. I was soon finished holding back the dark red liquid oozing out of my body. I knew what to do. This type of thing occurs quite a bit. I struggled slightly trying to remember why this whole "Lets slay Brooke!!" thing ever started happening...

Storymakers: A Creative Challenge for Young Writers, is a program inviting students in sixth, seventh, and eighth grades living in Washington State and British Columbia, Canada, to submit their own original creative writing pieces.