Lana Kilgore slid off her horse and led the graceful, black Arabian into the barn. Since she graduated from Harcroft Prep a month before, Lana had plenty of time to ride over the summer before heading off to college. With her parents in Europe, it was the perfect diversion during the day, and Lana loved to ride. She had begun horseback riding lessons when sh...
Note-Although inspired by actual persons this fictional story never took place. ***** On television Kaley Cuoco was sweetness personified and loved by millions, but in real life she could be a downright BITCH! She had been lucky to have been discovered young and entered the showbiz industry as a child actress. Even her agent got nervous when Kaley demanded...
By woodmanone copyright October 2010 Reading Chapters 1 & 2 will give you a better feel for the characters and the events that have led them to this point. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Constructive comments and/or emails are appreciated and more than welcome. ******************* A slight noise interrupted the confrontation causing the fi...
"Well, I was jest mindin' me own business, walkin along ole Stotter Road and where the gate was there, and almost got run over by horses, a score or more!" We all looked at Evan, expectant as he doffed his coat and shook the cold from his arms. He was a keen story-teller and a tale from him was always a treat. "Do tell," I answered him, and the crowd around...
The sun was shining, The sky was blue, and Edovan was about as happy as a 4'9" bosmer had ever been. Mind you, it wasn't a very large pool to draw from, population wise anyway, but at this moment, riding out of the city with Yagaritte's warm voice extolling at length about its architecture and history (and even its Dwemer origin) and her even warmer body pre...
It had been almost two weeks since Joshua Kelly rode south from his family home in southeastern Missouri; leading his pack horse he was deep in thought. He had left the only home he had ever known because his father and mother didn't want him to become involved in the Bushwhackers Gang or the great Civil War that was raging across the country. It was especia...
The slope was dense with pines and alders; the Oregon sun poking narrow fingers of light through the trees. The twitter of birds and the rustling of small animals amid the undergrowth added their subtle sounds to the jingling of bits, the creaking of saddle-leather and the rhythmic sound of the horses hooves. Reining in my horse I retrieve my cigarette pack...
This is a difficult story for me to tell. It's the story of how I grew up with fundamentalist religious parents and how I use to injure myself. You may have seen stories on TV about the Amish and that sort of thing, where people live without tv, without radio or newspapers, in fact without any contact with the outside world. That was us, except we didn't...
Chapter Thirty-One -- The Destroyer's Gold Throughout the morning, Danka sped past bewildered peasants as they lined the roads, staring at the gap in the distant mountainside where the cathedral used to be. They were so shocked by the disaster that no one bothered to take a close look at the slim feminine-looking guard galloping past them on one of the most...
On the floor she knelt, as I had ordered. With my whip in hand I thought about what to do next. "Girl. Get up and walk over to the horse." "Yes Mistress" was the soft reply. She walked over to the horse and stood waiting for me. I took hold of her wrist cuff, and bent down pulling her. With a soft click I fastened her to the horse bent over the padded top...